Shu Ci, ever so alert, also sensed that powerful aura approaching.

Her expression tensed; she knew well of Ying Ji’s prowess.

If the Empress of Central Netherworld found out she had designs on her son and sniffed her out.

She would surely be guarded tightly, like a precious treasure, by her side.

By then, how would she have any chance to sink her teeth into the meat?

Shu Ci swiftly slapped Baili An’s face with such force that it nearly broke his neck.

She clamped his mouth shut, clutched him into her arms, and dragged him towards the depths of the small forest where the cover was thicker.

Baili An’s eyes widened as he looked at the pitch-black small forest, his face full of reluctance.

His legs struggled desperately, kicking at the ground.

However, being severely injured and having his arm bones completely fractured, he had only the strength of a kitten, unable to resist the ferocious Lady Shu Ci.

Shu Ci used both hands and feet, dragging Baili An’s body relentlessly.

But he was simply too uncooperative. If this continued, and if the Empress Ying Ji detected his aura, tonight’s efforts would all be in vain.

Shu Ci, having lost her patience, randomly pinched a spot on his body fiercely.

Unknown which soft flesh she pinched, Baili An’s struggling body jerked forcefully, and with his mouth tightly covered, he let out a muffled whimper, the pain nearly killing him on the spot.

Taking advantage of the moment, Shu Ci held tightly onto the now-motionless Baili An, like a beast of the mountain forests.

She ran off into the depths of the small forest carrying her captured prey.

The forest was dense and lush, ancient trees reaching the sky.

Shu Ci dragged Baili An into the crevices of a giant tree, where the greenery outside provided the best natural cover.

Inside the tree, the space was cramped, further limiting Baili An’s movement.

Both pairs of long legs curled up together, unable to stretch out, much less attempt an escape.

Soon, Ying Ji arrived at this patch of forest, arriving at the cracked mountain stone.

Ying Ji furrowed her brows tightly, her fingertips wiping the bloodstains on the stone, gently sniffing.

The doubt in Ying Ji’s eyes deepened; she had been about to catch Baili An’s aura, but it vanished completely in an instant.

She closed her eyes, her divine sense spreading out like an ocean, as if to engulf the entire heavens and earth.

Every blade of grass and tree, every mountain and stone in the forest was covered by a layer of bluish spiritual image under her powerful divine sense.

Baili An also sensed his mother’s overwhelming divine sense power; his body, which had just settled down, began to struggle fiercely again.

He lifted his head with effort, slightly opening the hand covering his mouth, and bit down hard, his mouth nearly erupting with a cry for help.

Shu Ci’s face changed slightly with the fright from his sudden action, despite the searing pain in her hand, her body pressed tightly against him.

Her slender, soft arms wrapped around Baili An’s neck like a water snake, choking off his voice, rendering him unable to make a sound.

After back and forth struggles, Shu Ci too broke into a light sweat.

Amid Baili An’s struggle, he felt that his entire body, aching with fractured bones, was tightly wrapped in smooth, tender flesh, as if submerged in a warm pool.

Any slight movement met with that treacherous softness, and his whole body was almost seamlessly pressed against hers.

The darkness could not hinder the corpse demon’s vision; Baili An could see clearly her snow-white body glistening with fine, fragrant sweat in this small space.

The delicate skin, with sweat beads gathering and rolling down, made her appear luminously alluring, steaming with heat, indiscriminately tempting.

The skin under his pushing hands was warm, smooth, and slick, provoking Baili An to repeatedly withdraw his hands, not daring to move further.

Soft jade exuding fragrance, unmatched alluring beauty.

Baili An was never a reckless person, especially considering this fox demon appeared with such mature charm.

So different from her earlier guise, Baili An always kept his distance from such women.

He could only freeze, awkward and still.

Shu Ci is the first Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox from the creation era, unlike ordinary demon foxes.

She was born with a peculiar fragrance, delicate fragrance rising from the dust, usually able to conceal her aura with her natural talent.

Now, after many tumults, warmed by the sweat, the intoxicating scent seeped within this small tree hollow space.

Like orchids or musk, overtly seductive.

Underneath that peculiar fragrance, Baili An’s body turned cold and hot, the slender arms tightly encircling his neck seemed to entwine his body, and the hand covering his lips seemed to caress.

Shu Ci was right behind him, holding his tense back tight, lifting one leg to coil and press firmly against his stomach.

That vividly colorful, enchantingly beautiful face was resting on his shoulder, her furry, pointed fox ears brushing intermittently against his earlobe with her exertion.

Baili An was utterly frustrated, and within Shu Ci’s domain, even Ying Ji’s divine sense was perfectly deceived.

Within this valley, Ying Ji, seeking in vain for too long, finally departed.

Once the aura of divine sense dissipated, Shu Ci, too, exhausted, loosened her grip.

Baili An broke free of her body, his whole being in unbearable pain from frazzled bones, simultaneously sinking into despair.

With Ying Ji gone, he was too wounded to move much, and now faced with this voracious fiend eyeing him hungrily.

Was he truly to be devoured by this fox demon today?

Baili An’s expression shifted unpredictably, half kneeling in the tree hole, his weak hand supporting against the tree surface.

All his spirit seemed to be hanging by some unknown awareness; his thin back was bent like a taut bow.