"Zhou Li, I think she's taken a fancy to you."
"Don't talk nonsense."
"Really. You're handsome, and people always like good-looking individuals." Huai Xu sat under the eaves, listening to the sounds from the kitchen and occasionally teasing Zheng Zhilan's dog. "Look," he added, "as soon as she met you, she killed a chicken for you, and she even picked out the biggest one specifically."
"She can hear you."
"Oh, right!"
Huai Xu stopped talking then and focused on teasing the dog instead.
The Demon next to Zheng Zhilan had already walked over to the chicken coop.
This Demon, though upright in form, was far from human in appearance—its mouth stretched to behind its ears, its skin was a bright red, and its face resembled a fearsome mask, expressionless and wooden. Moreover, its fingers were unusually thin and long, with sharp claws.
Perhaps under that loose robe was the body of a Monster.
