With a resigned shake of his head, Meng Yu returned to the dining table.
The three who had been accompanying him in drinking sat there like stunned geese, eyes to nose, nose to heart, saying nothing, moving not at all, except for Little Fox, who was baring her teeth at Meng Yu, looking ferocious.
His master was a Nascent Soul Master, how could he be humiliated by such a scoundrel? She couldn't accept it, and at this moment, she wanted to stand up for her master. The intelligent girl wanted to show off her level of debating with a crowd of scholars, and then—
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"
With a stretch of his hand, Meng Yu grabbed Little Fox's tail! It felt great, both slippery and elastic!
"Ah!!!!!!!!"
The Little Fox, who had been pretending to be a weak demoness, suddenly flushed red and looked incredibly uncomfortable, while the big fox frowned.
It wasn't Meng Yu's indecency that bothered her, but rather she realized that even she had only a 70% chance of avoiding his grasp!
