After the abusive husband became enlightened, the fox demon master turned black

"How is this possible?" Sang Mo had a headache. She kicked the stone under her feet in distress, turned around and walked back to her yard.

"Eh! By the way, the emperor should also be a mortal after he descends to earth, right?" Sang Mo said with a smirk suddenly appearing on his face.

She rolled her eyes, "Mirror, do you think his cultivation level was high when he came down?"

The small mirror was obviously speechless, "I advise you not to commit suicide."

It wanted to say something more, but Sang Mo hurriedly stuffed it into his arms and went down the mountain to eat.

The weather has been unpredictable these days. As soon as Sang Mo arrived at the entrance of the cafeteria, it started to rain heavily.

Sang Mo put his hands on his head and rushed into the cafeteria.

She lowered her head and suddenly saw a pair of big feet, and quickly stopped.

Unexpectedly, the man suddenly took a step forward and bumped into Sang Mo on purpose.

Sang Mo raised her head and was about to scold, but when she saw Chi Shuihuang's crying face, she opened her mouth and finally suppressed her temper.

"what happened to you?"

Chishuihuang, however, seemed angry and ran around Sang Mo into the heavy rain.

Sang Mo turned his head in confusion and looked at Chi Shuihuang's disappearing figure, and murmured: "What's wrong with him?"

The rain outside is getting heavier, and a layer of white mist is splashing on the roofs and on the streets, like a misty white gauze.

A gust of wind blew over, and the white gauze floated away, and the raindrops hit the stagnant water on the street, stirring up sprays.

Sang Mo shrank his shoulders, turned around and walked towards the window where he was cooking.

Today, the aunt in the cafeteria made crispy duck, and the fragrance was everywhere. Sang Mo ordered two more portions, one for Shen Yanqing and one for Li Zhaodi.

There was a lot of noise around, and when Sang Mo was looking for a seat with his rice tray, he suddenly heard the voice of a disciple gossiping, "Have you heard? There seems to be a monster closest to our Changli Mountain!"

She was stunned for a moment, then silently sat down around the disciple with a rice tray.

"How is that possible? This is Changli Mountain and is covered by the Donghuang Bell. What kind of monster is so brave?"

Seeing that his companion didn't believe it, the disciple who spoke first immediately threw down his chopsticks and retorted: "The Donghuang Bell is not taken out often."

The companion still didn't believe it, so the disciple said anxiously: "Why did I lie to you? It's true. An elder from Dai Songfeng calculated it."

"Ah? Then has he figured out where the monster is?" his companion asked in surprise.

The disciple said: "No, but it is said to be a weasel."

"Why do you say it's a weasel?" the companion asked.

Someone next to him interjected: "I know that. Chickens have been missing in the cafeteria recently, and some people suspect there are weasels."

"It's just a lost chicken, it doesn't necessarily mean there is a monster. Who is a serious monster stealing the chicken?"

"..."

There was still an argument over there, but Sang Mo held his forehead silently. She didn't know that Huang Cuihua did have a problem with stealing chickens.

This bastard was unruly when he was hiding in Changli Mountain. Sang Mo quickly finished the meal, took the packaged crispy duck and walked out.

The heavy rain was still falling. As soon as Sang Mo walked to the door, a wet and dripping arm suddenly stretched out from beside him, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

She was startled and took a step back, only to see that the person was Chi Shuihuang.

His whole body was soaked by the rain, his black hair was wet and stuck to his face and neck, and his chin was still dripping.

Sang Mo handed over a handkerchief, "Didn't you leave?"

Chishuihuang didn't speak, and didn't take Sang Mo's handkerchief. She just kept silent and stuffed the umbrella into Sang Mo's arms.

"What's wrong with you?" Sang Mo asked without picking up his oil-paper umbrella. Chi Shuihuang still didn't speak, just put the umbrella at Sang Mo's feet, turned around and walked into the rain again.

Somehow, when Sang Mo looked at his lonely back, she suddenly felt a little heartbroken. She was stunned and couldn't help shouting to him, "Chishuihuang!"

Chishuihuang didn't look back, and the tall figure turned around the intersection and disappeared.

"Hypocritical." A faint male voice suddenly came from beside him.

Sang Mo felt that the man was talking about him, so he turned to look at him.

That person was in the same dormitory as Chishuihuang before, and the two had a very good relationship.

When he saw Sang Mo looking at him with a very disdainful expression, he said "cut" and was about to leave.

Sang Mo quickly stopped him, "Were you talking about me just now?"

The man paused after hearing this, turned his head, and said angrily: "That's right, I'm talking about you."

"You deliberately hung him up and enjoyed his kindness to you, but you looked down on him in the mainland."

Sang Mo was stunned for a moment by his roar.

The man glared at her, "Don't think that since you are now the master's personal disciple, I don't dare to talk about you. A woman like you, if she misses that silly boy from Chishuihuang, she will wait her whole life to be wanted by no one!"

He said and snorted, then turned and left.

Sang Mo was scolded for no reason, not to mention how aggrieved he was.

She angrily threw out the oil-paper umbrella given by Chi Shuihuang, "What? It's inexplicable."

The oil-paper umbrella fell into the rain and fluttered into a jade hand.

Sang Mo raised his eyes and saw Huang Cuihua, wearing a Changli Mountain disciple uniform, standing in the rain, "What's wrong? Who has offended you again."

She opened the oil-paper umbrella as she spoke, walked under the eaves and took Sang Mo's hand, "Your Majesty asked me to pick you up."

Sang Mo looked back at the disciples passing by, grabbed her hand, and walked out quickly.

"Did you steal the chicken from the cafeteria?"

Huang Cuihua paused after hearing this, and then quickly denied it, "Nonsense, I didn't steal the chicken!"

As soon as Sang Mo saw her expression, he knew she was lying. He raised his hand and slapped her in a hurry, "You good-for-nothing, what are you doing stealing chicken from the canteen? Everyone suspects that there is a weasel spirit in Changli Mountain!" "

"Why?" Huang Cuihua immediately shouted unconvinced after hearing this, "Why do you think it was weasels who stole the chickens? Snakes don't eat them? Or foxes don't eat them? You call this prejudice!"

Sang Mo held her forehead and sighed speechlessly. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. She pulled Huang Cuihua and hurried towards Qingya Peak.

Huang Cuihua cursed and kept talking all the way. Sang Mo was a little annoyed, so he changed the subject, "By the way, you have been hanging around Changli Mountain recently. Do you know what happened to Chishuihuang recently?"

"He." Huang Cuihua raised her hand to form a formation to block the rain and said: "The eldest son of Jingyang City died of illness. He should drop out of school and go home to inherit the family business."

Chi Shuihuang’s brother is dead?

Sang Mo was a little surprised, no wonder he was acting weird today.

He must be very sad when his brother dies.

Sang Mo blamed himself and remained silent. She should comfort him today.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and gradually I couldn't even see the road clearly.

Huang Cuihua held up the umbrella and suddenly said in surprise: "Huh? This umbrella of yours is pretty good. It makes no sound at all in such a heavy rain, and it's so light. Where did you buy it? I'll buy one too."

Sang Mo looked up and suddenly remembered the way Chi Shuihuang had just insisted on giving him an umbrella. He couldn't help but hesitated in his heart: How about going to see him now?