The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 507 Wish Power +8, Farewell!
"Rumble--"

The Bashan mosquito fled underground, but Master Fuli used the fox family's burrowing skills to bite the Bashan mosquito tightly.

The most direct impact of the battle between the two spirit beasts underground is that the 50,000-square-meter sinkhole primeval forest is undergoing a visible collapse. The two earth dragons are darting and maneuvering in the ground, causing permanent changes to the terrain.

Large areas of virgin forest were overturned, the caves at the bottom collapsed and caved in, and even the bottom of the pool was pierced, causing the rainwater accumulated in the pool to pour into the underground river.

In a chase that lasted less than two minutes.

Of the 50,000 square meters and more than 70 acres of land, one-third has already collapsed.

"Moo-"

A woman with a pair of antelope horns suddenly leaped out of the ground, kicking up a cloud of flying sand and stones. Her antelope legs danced in mid-air, and her antelope tail swung wildly.

On the spot where the mosquito's tail was located, a dark purple dog paw print could be clearly seen.

The old fox, who caught up with the Bashan mosquito, raised its claws and directly turned the Bashan mosquito from a pangolin into a cow.

"Moo-"

The Bashan mosquito landed, strained its legs, and sprinted wildly across the soft, muddy bottom of the sinkhole.

Although the Bashan mosquito knew that foxes couldn't fly.

But it didn't choose to take flight, because a quick glance around would reveal countless fallen trees and the rubble of collapsed caves. If a fox can't grow wings and fly, can't it at least pick up stones to shoot down birds?
The Bashan mosquito cleverly chooses to take the land route. As long as it reaches the underground river at the edge of the sinkhole, it can transform into a giant salamander and dive into the dark river, swimming towards other sinkholes, thus staying away from this damned southern slope and throwing that damned title of the overlord of the southern slope of the Qinling Mountains into the toilet.

"drink--"

During the chase, Master Fuli picked up a tree from the ground and struck the mosquito on the head with a heavy blow.

But whether it was luck or the Bashan mosquito's foresight, knowing that the Fortune Fox would pick up something on the ground and hit it on the head, it chose to transform into a takin, with a pair of large horns on its head, perfectly smashing the large tree that had been knocked down.

"If only this were an asphalt road."

The soft soil and mud everywhere greatly affected Master Fuli's speed. Although he could catch up, it would take a lot of time. It even gave Master Fuli a subtle feeling.

This dead mosquito.
Are they mocking my short legs?

As soon as the evil thought arose, the tail behind Master Fuli gradually began to retract, and the little fox's body gradually transformed into a humanoid beastman. With a burst of strength from its feet, it traversed a distance of over a hundred meters and flipped over the top of Bashan Mosquito's head.

They sensed a dark figure approaching.

Bashan Mosquito glanced upwards and saw a humanoid fox with an expressionless face leaping over its head.

The Bashan mosquito caught its breath and became completely disoriented.

But because of that momentary chaos, it completely lost its only chance to dodge.

In the instant of his leap, Master Fuli swiftly grasped the horn of the Bashan Mosquito with lightning speed. Driven by an immensely powerful kinetic energy, Master Fuli, holding the horn, flew up with the Bashan Mosquito.

"Caught!"

The landed Fuli Master slid down, his feet sinking heavily into the soil, leaving two deep furrows. His upper body leaned back slightly, and then he gripped the ox horns, gathering all the strength in his body.

"The Lucky Fox Worships the Moon!"

He pulled out the full moon-shaped Fuli Master from his arm, and swatted the Bashan mosquito swatter onto the ground.

"boom--"

The soft soil rippled like ocean waves, then sank. Master Fuli didn't let go, picking up the Bashan mosquito and continuing to swing it.

With each stroke, the originally soft soil was transformed by the incredible strength of Master Fuli into the visual effect of a lake being rippled by a heavy object.

Until.

The entire land was rippling, sinking and compacting to become a true roadbed.

"Hoo hoo hoo," Master Fuli loosened his arms and looked at the Bashan Mosquito in front of him, which had already exited its takin form and transformed into a pink salamander. He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

"Om-"

Bashan mosquito shuddered, its two thin, pink claws carefully embracing its little head, its rear end sticking up.

Stagnant water in the sweltering summer breeds mosquitoes. With keen insight, the fox spirit detects the Bashan mosquitoes' treacherous plot to attack the Hanzhong blood bank before they run out of food in their nest. He skillfully cripples the mosquito swarm, using his seemingly insignificant fox-like wisdom to protect the blood supply to hospitals in several cities.

[Wish Power +8]

Although the Bashan mosquito only slightly bent over, in that instant, a dream of becoming a hegemon vanished from its heart, and in its mind, a golden throne slowly rose before it.

Lord Fuli, holding the Thunder Hammer, sat on the throne with an imposing air and pinched its big butt.

"Clatter, clatter."

The Bashan mosquito, which had transformed into a pink salamander, hopped around on the roadbed twice, turned around, and frantically burrowed into the soil as if it had just been picked up.

"come here"

Mr. Fuli landed on all fours, raised his paw, and pressed it onto the pink salamander's tail, pinning it to the spot.

"I'm not a bad fox, sir. I just need your help right now."

Master Fuli looked at the Bashan mosquito, which had shrunk from the size of a normal adult female to the size of an arm: "I'll give you an hour to recover, and I can even give you two injections of spirit granules in your butt."

"And what you have to do is break through from the sky and use all your strength and skills."

"If you run away, then you're really gone. If you don't, then we'll continue this chase. If I catch you, you'll have to...hehehe. So, understand?"

Upon hearing this, Bashan Mosquito, though not quite understanding what the Spirit Granule Potion was, nodded vigorously, indicating his willingness to serve Lord Fuli with utmost loyalty.

Master Fuli nodded, raised his paw, and waved to the drone above the sinkhole.

After a while.

Wang Qiqi carried an insulated box and two spirit pills as she rapidly descended from the edge of the sinkhole.

Transforming into the leopard girl Wang Qiqi, she quickly arrived in front of Master Fuli, opened the insulated box in front of her, took out a bag of freshly drawn blood, and fed it to the Bashan mosquito.

Then, two needles were inserted into the salamander's rear end. The entire procedure was performed with great skill, as if it had been rehearsed countless times. In the blink of an eye, the battlefield first aid was completed.

"Oh~ Tree Master's Treasure Grass."

The moment the spirit granule was injected, a beautiful female moan escaped from the pink salamander's mouth, and it uttered a word that felt unfamiliar to everyone.

An Sheng and Wang Qiqi were both taken aback, and after exchanging a glance, they both realized there was a problem.

Was the security agency's speculation wrong?

Could the source of the Qinling Lingli plant outbreak be the blood pool in the home of the Bashan mosquito?
Facing the gazes of Master Fuli and Wang Qiqi, Bashan Mosquito seemed oblivious. Two injection pens were affixed to the salamander's rear end, its small face relaxed, gurgling as it held a bag of fresh, warm blood.
"Precious Grass~"

"Precious Grass~"

Under the influence of a pleasant and relaxed mood, the Bashan mosquito transforms back into its original female form.

only.

The gaze it now cast upon Master Fuli has shifted from its initial fierceness and malice to a docile expression with a hint of longing. Clearly, after the two injections of the spirit-refining medicine, the Bashan mosquito has caught a whiff of the canteen's aroma.

"Master Fuli, fuck me, be good."

The Bashan mosquito speaks haltingly and in broken Chinese.

(End of this chapter)