CHAPTER 421: CHAPTER 419: ARE YOU KIDDING? THAT’S A TRIBUTE! NOT FOR SALE!

"Fox Lord, please accept this offering with a smile, I know the rules!" The girl who won the grand prize in the game was full of excitement, directly asking the fruit shop owner for the most expensive and best Black Thorn Durian for the Fox Lord as an offering to fulfill her wish.

The grand prize of the game was the right to use a luxury car, but it could also be converted into cash if not needed.

She, Yu Xiaoxiao, felt as if the Fox Lord had patted her on the shoulder, as if fate itself had a plan. She won back ten thousand yuan with just one yuan, as if she was possessed by the gambling master Chen Daozai.

But all of this was thanks to the Fox Lord’s blessing, especially after she found out the Fox Lord had been consecrated.

This wish she was even more determined to fulfill!

"Durian?"

"Who uses durian as an offering!?" Seeing the beaming little girl, full of innocent laughter, offering the durian in front of him as a wish, Ansheng froze with a suffocating expression:

"Quick! Lin Ying, kick the durian away!" The Fox’s sharp, pained cries echoed in front of the fruit shop.

From everyone’s perspective, the Fox Lord was originally resting in Lin Ying’s embrace, with one of Lin Ying’s hands supporting the bottom, and the other holding the little fox’s belly.

But as the durian approached, the fox’s playful smile quickly vanished, eyes widened in shock, with an expression as if he had eaten something unpleasant, his body twisting and leaning back until the whole fox lay draped over Lin Ying’s shoulder, seemingly trying to yank his head away, paws covering his nose.

Ansheng actually ate durian, especially when Golden Pillow was just ripe with its crunchy sweetness, without any complex smell and no alcoholic taste.

But that was in a past life.

Even though Ansheng knew durian was harmless, as soon as one was placed in front of the fox.

All he could smell was a strong sulfur scent and the foul stench of rotting eggs, like it was a bad egg.

Either his body or his mind was sending his fox brain a clear message:

[Don’t eat it! It’s full of maggots! Eating it will make little fox’s bottom fall off, better to eat something else!]

Durian, to canines, is something that radiates danger all over.

Ansheng knew it was harmless.

But his body and mind resisted it strongly.

"Huh? Huh huh huh!" Yu Xiaoxiao saw the Fox Lord bending his slender waist on Lin Ying’s shoulder like a protractor, quickly taking the durian further away.

As the durian distanced.

The Fox Lord stopped squirming.

"Eee eee eee!"

The Fox Lord repositioned himself, opening his mouth with a series of intense little cries, even rolling his eyes in their sockets.

"See, as it’s not intentional, I’ll let it go with a few curses."

"If it was Bianchi or Lin Zhe coming at me with durian pastries, it’d be a different story!"

Yu Xiaoxiao retreated with an embarrassed face, casting a glance at Lin Ying holding the Fox Lord.

Lin Ying glanced at the Fox Lord.

Ansheng looked around the store and saw a bumpy green fruit, his eyes lit up, raising a small fox paw, pointing to a stack of milk custard apples:

"Get me two kilos of those ripe milk custard apples, I’ll gorge on them at home later!"

Seeing the Fox Lord’s fruit choice, Lin Ying and Lin Shu exchanged knowing looks.

With the Fox Lord’s love for sweet things, the choice of custard apple was inevitable.

Sucrose, defined as the benchmark sweetness of 1, proved no match as custard apples invariably had a sweetness of at least 20.

The texture was like a creamy ice cream sprinkled with fine white sugar, with a delightful grainy sensation when tasted.

"Boss, I want milk custard apples too..." Seeing the Fox Lord choose custard apples as an offering, the people participating in the game could hardly sit still.

The Fox Lord’s efficacy was plain to see, whoever he patted was instantly blessed with luck.

He was unmistakably an Immortal!

Moreover, brought back from deep mountains as the White Fox Immortal.

He liked milk custard apples.

Other Immortals surely liked it too.

"Don’t push! I’m the shop owner! Hey! Don’t touch my big custard apples; I won’t sell them even if you pay, I’m taking the only crate back for offering!"

"Being kin ain’t working; it’s not like anyone here isn’t kin."

After the Fox Lord left, the fruit shop owner was both amazed and enraged, amazed at the booming business thanks to the Fox Lord’s reputation for effectiveness driving sales.

But angry.

Darn it! I already said that was the only crate of large custard apples, already said not for sale and you still snatch!

That was personally selected by the Fox Lord, as if guided by an Immortal for offering.

Not for sale!

Go buy from the neighboring fruit shop; I’m taking it back for offerings and prayers!

Meanwhile, the Fox Lord, who narrowly escaped the durian "assassination," was happily nibbling on custard apples, his fluffy tail almost wagging like a propeller.

"Let’s head back now! It’s getting really hot." Ansheng held the fruit with both paws, glancing at the sky, then at Lin Ying, and said.

Earlier between one and two, strolling under the canopy still felt leisurely.

But by three, the sun had baked the surface so hot it radiated waves of warmth, and even the wind felt scorching.

If not for the 2-point Wish Power, honestly, Ansheng would have been lying at home with the air conditioner set to 22.5 degrees.

Lin Ying looked at Lin Shu.

Lin Shu beckoned, and the business car that was keeping its distance drove over.

Lin Ying sat in the car, holding the Fox Lord.

"It’s a shame... I can’t drive, otherwise cruising out in a convertible would have been quite fun," Lin Ying said, pulling at her collar, wiping her sweat with tissue, expressing slight regret to the Fox Lord.

The reason Lin Ying doesn’t drive isn’t only due to a lack of security, but also because some components in her mental medication can cause a positive result in tests.

She could explain it.

But it’s also easy for rumors to spread, especially at times like these.

"Spirit Particle Potion, I’ve got some new stock; if you need it, just mention my name to get some." Ansheng told Lin Ying, then continued with a pleased look: "By the way, I’ve got some good news for you when we get home."

"I feel the Fox Lord is going to grow up!"

"Later, I’ll show you a transformation."

Lin Ying paused for a moment, then smiled, touching the Fox Lord’s belly, saying, "Alright!"

"Lin Shu, after we get home, electrify the locked gate and concealed wires on the walls to prevent unwelcome guests from disturbing the Fox Lord...."

The unwelcome guest Lin Ying referred to was obvious.

Arriving at Lin Ying’s home villa.

The Fox Lord leaped out, rushing directly to the first-floor bathroom, lifting all the toilet covers, paws stepping on the ceramic, swishing his tail, aiming and softly murmuring:

"Got to empty the bladder..."

"Last time, with thirty points added, if not for my strong will, it’d have been hard to hold the door shut."

"This time, I’m here to keep promises and impress, not to con for diapers!"