The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 640 Iron Pot Stewed Little Fox

"What a pity, we're destined to be apart!" Liu Lingyu sighed helplessly.

She couldn't take him with her, and he wouldn't agree to ask, so Liu Lingyu could only sigh: "We are destined to meet but not to be together."

"Since we've come this far, it would be rude of me to keep pestering you like this."

"But considering your talent, in the future, if there are any matters related to cultivation, or if there are any evil cultivators around you, you can just tell me. It is our duty to kill demons and monsters."

Liu Lingyu opened her WeChat account and showed the QR code for adding friends to A Qing's profile, preparing to form a good connection with her good disciple who was destined to be with her but not to be.

"Slaying demons and eliminating evil spirits? Are there really demons and evil spirits in the world?" the performer asked with some curiosity.

"Who knows?" Liu Lingyu shrugged and complained, "If there really is one, I reckon it wouldn't be our turn to get involved. However, if we can defeat the evil cultivators, the Dao Alliance will offer a reward of 200,000."

“I’ve heard my dad say that there seems to be a department in Xia Country that specifically handles these kinds of things, but I don’t know what it’s called. My dad is very sensitive about it.”

Some older cultivators knew about the existence of the Security Bureau, but they wouldn't talk about it on a regular basis.

During the day, they don't talk about people; at night, they don't talk about ghosts; and for all 365 days of the year, they don't mention the Security Bureau. This is roughly the consensus among those cultivators who lived through the last century.

Liu Lingyu knew of the existence of such a department, but she didn't know much about the Security Bureau. It was said that other cultivators who went to investigate that department all survived, but they all returned speechless.
He laughed maniacally, then left dejectedly, as if he were autistic, rambling on and on.

In the world of cultivators, the existence of the Security Bureau is essentially synonymous with misfortune.

Even if their Dao heart isn't shattered by being tortured, the returning individuals will ultimately remain silent, unwilling to discuss anything related to the Security Bureau, and continue their normal lives.

"correct."

"It's fate that we met. What do you want to eat?" After adding A-Qing's WeChat, Liu Lingyu opened the food delivery app, handed it to everyone, and asked them what they wanted to eat.

Because of her studies, she was granted bail in the morning and released from the detention center. Upon returning to Wuyou Temple, she was again harassed by a group of senior men who had been holding her captive. After a lot of commotion, it was noon, and she felt it was only right to treat Ah Qing and the senior men to a meal.

A group of old professors, each one more vigorous than Lu Bu, full of energy and overflowing with spirit. After participating in a boxing match, they could easily run two laps of a marathon or a triathlon.

In Liu Lingyu's mind, the name of the emerging agricultural science academy was automatically corrected to: [Emerging Divine Strike Academy].

"Ah Qing, can you take a picture of me? I've actually been wanting to say I want to hug your little fox." After ordering takeout and reluctantly paying the 68 yuan delivery fee, Liu Lingyu looked at the little fox with a longing expression.

To be honest, the little fox that Ah Qing raised had incredibly fluffy and clean fur.

Anyone who sees him for the first time will be unable to resist touching his snow-white silk and measuring his waist.

"Yes, Xiao An is very well-behaved and has always maintained a zero-harm record, so there's no need to worry about her biting anyone!"

Hearing someone praise the little fox, Ah Qing smiled and handed the little fox out of her arms.

"Really? It's so intelligent!" Liu Lingyu put the fox on her lap, stroked its fur, took a picture of herself and the fox with her phone, and then casually uploaded it to her WeChat Moments.

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Professor Huang took a deep breath, raised his hand to cover his mouth, and strode out without looking back.

"Now that the matter is resolved, you two can talk! This old man is going to the door for a pipe of tobacco."

“Take me with you. It always feels a bit inappropriate to smoke in front of little kids.” Another professor, who never smokes, quickly followed Professor Huang and left from the backyard as fast as lightning.

Professor Huang's departure seemed to trigger a herd effect, with six other professors finding reasons to leave as well.

Even the black-breasted cockroach hidden in the saddlebag glanced outside, made sure no one was paying attention, and then quickly crawled out of the saddlebag and under the table to leave.

They stayed in the backyard. The black-breasted cockroach was genuinely worried that it might hear something unpleasant, and for a moment it couldn't hold back.

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"Ah Qing, come quick! The little fox is about to stew itself in an iron pot!"

As Aqing listened to Liu Lingyu tell stories about cultivators, Momo kept her distance from supernatural matters. She took the little fox for a stroll in the backyard. When they reached the kitchen, Momo saw something very interesting and immediately looked at Aqing, inviting her to come and see.

The little fox ran into the kitchen, jumped onto the wood-fired stove, and, looking thoughtful, raised its little paw to stroke a wok.

Calling it a stir-fry pan might be a bit of a stretch, because the pan's diameter should be over 40 cm, and the walls should be two or three centimeters thick. The handle is a metal cylinder fitted with a stainless steel sleeve.

The wok must weigh over 100 pounds. Even the most diligent students at Wuyouguan find it takes three or four minutes just to heat it up before they can stir-fry any dishes.

"Ah Qing, I like this pot. Shall we take it home with us later?"

An Sheng stroked the heavy iron pot and looked at A Qing at the kitchen door.

When An Sheng was frying tea, she always felt like she might accidentally break the pan, so she was always very careful.

The large iron pot in front of us, due to its thick walls and material, heats up relatively slowly, but it is very suitable for making some large-leaf tea. The low temperature evaporates the moisture of the tea leaves, while the high heat adds a smoky aroma.

"What would a little fox like you need a pot for?" Ah Qing looked at Xiao An with a puzzled expression.

An Sheng thought for a moment, then remained silent. She simply darted into the wok, circled around a few times, found a spot, and curled up into a small nest inside.

The fox went into full-coverage mode, only its bright eyes peeking out as it looked at Ah Qing: "A den! A fox den!"

"Ah this."

Ah Qing was completely dumbfounded, but Mo Mo and Ling Ren had already raised their phones, turned on burst mode, and started snapping photos of "The Little Fox in the Pot".

"Do you have a link to this pot from your house?" Ah Qing asked Liu Lingyu, slightly embarrassed.

"Forehead"

Seeing this, Liu Lingyu couldn't help but show a cute expression on her face. She carefully recalled the origin of the pot and said, "If I remember correctly, this pot seems to be made from steel plates bought from the steel mill."

"It's something that we bought in bulk along with those iron slabs outside. It's made by putting steel plates on a device similar to a pile driver and hammering them out."

Liu Lingyu thought for a moment and explained the origin of the pot. However, since she was not a professional in mechanical manufacturing and did not know the name of the stamping machine, she chose a similar construction site machine as an analogy.

When we bought it, the steel plate was red-hot, and it was put into the pile driver and extruded into shape.

"Then I'll take a picture and see if there are any custom cast iron pots on online shopping platforms." Ah Qing thought for a moment and said to Liu Lingyu, completely ignoring the little fox's "it's better to be quick and easy than to be lucky" remarks.

"Whatever," Liu Lingyu said indifferently.

But just then, her phone suddenly started vibrating violently.

Liu Lingyu was taken aback. She took out her phone and saw the red dots on her WeChat Moments increasing rapidly.

"Who made such a powerful comment? Holy crap!"

"I thought the massage gun had fallen down my pants!"

(End of this chapter)