Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

"Huh!? I'm his personal attendant, and I'm responsible for all his schedules?" Tu Shan Ya Ya's pupils contracted as she stared at Tu Shan Rong Rong in shock. This is different from what you said before.

"You don't want to pay back the money you owe? I'll give you a raise." Tu Shan Rongrong maintained her smile and used her fox-like telepathy to transmit her message to Tu Shan Ya Ya, who was like a carrot and a stick.

"Tch, I'll just reluctantly do it for a while." Upon hearing about the raise, Tu Shan Ya Ya put all her dissatisfaction aside and proudly accepted the new job.

Yang Ping'an didn't know why Tu Shan had made this arrangement, but he would just deal with it as it came. With that thought, his smile remained unchanged, and he nodded to Tu Shan Rongrong.

Tu Shan Ya Ya turned to look at Yang Ping An and saw his warm smile. She cheered herself up in her heart, "Come on, you can do it! He's just a human, even if he's a bit strong."

In the core area of ​​Tushan, under the acacia tree.

Looking at the lush acacia tree before her, Tu Shan Honghong, with her back to the newcomer, asked, "Why was that play specially arranged?"

"Humanity's strength has increased again, and we of Tushan have no time to fight them." Tushan Rongrong landed on the grass and walked unhurriedly to Tushan Honghong's side. "Yang Ping'an is the second young master of the Yang family of Tianyan."

"So what?" Tu Shan Honghong still had her back to her, her indifferent voice echoing through the air.

"He has an older brother named Yang Yitan. In recent years, a mysterious masked organization has risen to prominence within the Yi Qi Dao Alliance. Through my undercover agents, I've learned that the heirs of the major families within the Yi Qi Dao Alliance never show their faces when they appear," Tu Shan Rongrong said, squinting as she revealed the information she had gathered.

"Oh, so that masked organization is the heir of the human family?" It was clearly a question, but when Tu Shan Hong Hong said it, it sounded like an affirmation.

"Yes, arranging this scene demonstrates Tu Shan's stance and conveys it to others through Yang Ping'an's connection. At least it can ease the tension between Tu Shan and some humans," Tu Shan Rongrong said softly.

"I hope so," Tu Shan Honghong said in a completely emotionless voice as she turned and left the acacia tree.

"Sigh. Sister." Tu Shan Rongrong turned around and looked at the departing figure, sighing with regret.

Since Tu Shan Honghong became the ruler of Tu Shan, she has been under tremendous pressure, protecting her younger sister, guarding Tu Shan, and hoping for peace. The death of the little Taoist priest is a thorn in her heart, making it hard for her to breathe.

Tu Shan Rongrong couldn't help her resolve her inner conflict, so she could only do her best to arrange Tu Shan's affairs and help her share some of the pressure.

As night deepened, the Tushan Grand Theater appeared dimly lit from the outside, with only a few playful lights peeking out from behind the heavy curtains, announcing to passersby that there would be a theatrical performance that night.

Tu Shan Ya Ya reluctantly led Yang Ping An to the Tu Shan Grand Theater.

"Please show your tickets." A female fox demon dressed as a waitress stopped the two and asked politely.

"Please come in, honored guests!" The female fox demon took the tickets from Yang Ping'an's hand and immediately opened the heavy door for the two of them with respect, bowing as she invited them inside.

The heavy doors slammed shut, shutting out the quiet street in the night. Inside the theater, dozens of monsters took their seats in an orderly fashion, whispering among themselves. The center seat in the first row remained empty, awaiting its owner.

Upon seeing the arrival of the newcomer, the monsters quieted down and stared at the newcomer, their colorful eyes gleaming eerily under the lamplight.

Yang Ping'an walked towards his seat without changing his expression, and Tu Shan Ya Ya followed closely behind, taking her seat in the first row. Seeing them seated, the demons began to whisper among themselves again.

"You idiot, you're well-informed. Do you know who that pretty boy next to the third boss is?"

"Shh, keep your voice down." The monster with a pig's head quickly covered its mouth, glanced cautiously at the front row, and breathed a sigh of relief when it found that no one was paying attention to their conversation.

"You almost caused trouble, you know? That lord even defeated Lord Honghong. The great sun we saw earlier was his attack. If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!" It spoke in a heavy tone, conveying the information it had gleaned from the fox demon.

"Really? I almost went blind that day. If it weren't for the discount on treatment fees in Tushan, I don't know how long it would have taken for my eyes to recover." A monster with a mohawk hairstyle joined in and asked.

"Nonsense! When have I, Old Pig, ever lied! This opportunity to watch the show is Tu Shan's compensation to us." The pig-headed demon saw his subordinates nodding in terror and released his grip with satisfaction. He turned his head and glared angrily; someone actually dared to doubt his credibility—this was absolutely intolerable.

"Go and ask around, the person who heard the wind from the dating tower is none other than Old Pig. How dare you, you little chick, doubt Old Pig?" The pig's head moved closer to the chicken demon, revealing its hideous maw, and stared at it fiercely.

"No, no." The chicken demon's eyes turned to the pig's paw between its brows, its eyes crossing as it sensed the pig demon's power surpassing its own, and it begged for mercy from the bottom of its heart.

"Hmph, consider yourself lucky. After we get out, treat me to two 'date room' packages, and this matter will be over." The pig demon cautiously glanced at the row in front of him out of the corner of his eye, then leaned close to the chicken demon and threatened.

"Yes, yes, I will definitely do it." The chicken demon dared not move, afraid that his newly healed eyes would be gouged out by the pig's claws.

Yang Ping'an, sitting in the front row, found it amusing; these monsters were quite comical. He wasn't a bloodthirsty person, so how did they portray him as a ruthless, cold-blooded killer?

Yang Ping'an shook his head. They were just a bunch of minor demons who weren't even demon kings. Yang Ping'an had no interest in dealing with these minor demons until they came to his hands.

Two clanging sounds rang out from the stage, and the theater fell silent as everyone stared intently at the stage.

"What is love in this world? It makes the Milky Way secretly cross, causing the pain of longing. It makes the entwined love break free from its cocoon and transform into a butterfly. It makes one defy the gods and return home. It makes one wait for a moment through countless reincarnations." The plaintive and melodious background voice reads the emotionally charged words, like the mournful cry of a cuckoo.

"Actually, love is very simple." This self-questioning dialogue attracted the audience's attention.

"There is a kingdom called the Demon-Slaying Kingdom. In this kingdom, humans can use 'Mother-Child Talismans' to control demons, who are then enslaved like livestock. The story begins with two little children."

"One is a princess who is high above and loved by all, and the other is a monster of lowly status who has nothing."

The drama on stage continued, flowing smoothly like clouds and water, gently narrating a poignant love story between a human and a demon. A faint spiritual force subtly influenced the audience, drawing them deeply into the tale.

A demon named Shi Kuan has been protecting the princess of the Demon-Controlling Kingdom since childhood. They were childhood sweethearts, and both developed feelings for each other. As children, they made a vow under the Bitter Love Tree to continue their love in the next life.

I like the myth of Da Luo, which started with the fox spirit.