“How would I know? Can’t keep your man in line, and you blame me?” Feilin rolled her eyes at Vivian and said crossly.
“I’m still an unmarried maiden; I wouldn’t do something like stealing a man.”
“Then where did he go? He promised to wait for me here…” Vivian said, touching her chin thoughtfully.
She felt the situation had taken a strange turn, but she couldn’t pinpoint where.
“Hmm… let me think. We agreed to meet at the hay warehouse at 8 PM.”
“Then we’d ambush Marco when he came for the deal…”
“Wait, you big fox, why are you here?!”
Vivian seemed to have found the key to the problem. She jumped up and pointed at Feilin.
She clearly remembered that after she had beaten Feilin badly, this big fox had betrayed Marco.
She told Vivian and Nolan all about their meeting place and Marco’s personal information.
Logically, since Feilin had already betrayed Marco and knew Vivian was here to settle accounts with him,
she should understand that her deal with Marco could never happen, and thus she had no reason to be here at all.
So this was what Vivian couldn’t understand the most.
Feilin actually came to the meeting place as if nothing had happened, to meet Marco as usual.
In the end, the two of them even started fighting…
So, something must have happened that Vivian didn’t know about.
Moreover, Vivian had a feeling that it was definitely related to Nolan’s disappearance!
“Tell me, where did you hide Nolan?!”
Without waiting for Feilin’s answer, Vivian reached out and grabbed her big ear, lifting the fox girl up.
“Oww~”
Feilin was startled by Vivian’s sudden move and couldn’t help letting out a strange yelp.
“It hurts, it hurts! Put me down first!”
She was a bit shorter than Vivian, and being lifted like this, she looked like a kitten grabbed by the scruff of its neck.
Her petite body dangled in the air; her short little legs couldn’t touch the ground, so she just kicked lightly a couple of times.
Her big tail hung limply, dragging on the ground, making her look especially pitiful and helpless.
“You’re still bargaining with me?”
Vivian said in an annoyed tone.
She raised her arm above her head and shook it forcefully twice.
Clatter, clatter—the sound of things falling to the ground.
She looked down and saw a few carrots and several gold coins.
Hmph, using my most hated carrots to disgust me!
Vivian snorted coldly, thinking that this fox must be unhappy with her and deliberately threw carrots to humiliate her.
Smack.
She grabbed Feilin’s ear, swung her in a half-circle through the air, and then smack slammed Feilin onto the ground.
Anyway, Feilin was now a vampire, tough and durable; such rough treatment definitely wouldn’t kill her.
“You even dared to bring carrots.”
Vivian kicked a carrot up with her toe and caught it in her hand.
“Accept your punishment, you big liar!”
She directly shoved the big, round carrot into Feilin’s cherry-like mouth.
Her mouth was instantly stuffed full, her cheeks puffed up like a pufferfish.
“Mmph mmph~”
Feilin squeezed a few crystalline tears from the corners of her eyes, her face flushed red, and she let out a few meaningless whimpers.
Smack, smack, smack.
Then, with the carrot still in her mouth, she was swung around a few more times by Vivian, leaving the ground all pitted and dented.
The carrot was crushed by sharp fangs, and Feilin quickly swallowed the pieces left in her mouth.
“Stop hitting me, stop hitting me! I’ll talk, okay…”
She was dizzy from the beating and couldn’t take it anymore, speaking in a tearful voice.
Seeing that her submission seemed genuine, Vivian put her down.
“Why did it have to come to this? I thought we would be good friends.”
Vivian said somewhat regretfully, then kicked her.
Feilin hugged her big tail with her only remaining hand, curling into a fox ball and rolling a few times on the ground.
She even had the leisure to pick up carrot pieces from the ground and stuff them into her mouth.
“Who treats a good friend like a soccer ball…”
Feilin muttered quietly, afraid Vivian might hear and kick even harder.
She scrambled up from the ground in one smooth motion and shook the dust off herself.
“I’m sorry. Actually, I lied to you yesterday.”
She sat on the ground with her knees together, head down, not daring to meet Vivian’s eyes.
“Which part did you lie about?” Vivian said.
“About the meeting place. I gave you a fake location, then secretly came to the real one to meet Marco,” Feilin answered.
“So this is the real meeting place, not that hay warehouse you mentioned,” Vivian said.
“Yes. The man who met up with you probably went to the hay warehouse, but for some reason, you came here.”
Feilin said quietly, poking her fingertips, afraid Vivian would hit her.
“Dammit!”
Vivian had never been one with a good temper, and being deceived only made her rage boil.
She kicked the sitting Feilin.
Smack!
Feilin’s head, as exquisite as a doll’s, instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist and dissipated in the air.
Everything above her collarbone was gone, leaving only a gruesome, terrifying wound.
But her body didn’t fall; instead, her arm reached up and felt the wound.
From the wound, stark white bones grew, like new sprouts, quickly extending.
In no time, her skull was fully regenerated.
A layer of blood-red muscle tissue crawled up along the bones.
Then blood vessels and parallel nerves, red and white, interwoven, covered the white bones.
Smooth skin and blood-red long hair slowly grew, protecting the flesh beneath.
Finally, a one-armed fox girl appeared again.
The entire regeneration process was visible to the eye; it was indeed much slower than a blood mage’s regeneration.
“Um… sorry.”
Feilin pressed her forehead heavily to the ground, performing a dogeza for Vivian.
Her blood-red hair lay scattered on the ground, even her shoulders trembled slightly.
“Where is the hay warehouse?”
Vivian suppressed her anger and asked through clenched teeth.
“Uh… please don’t be angry.”
“Just say it. I won’t be angry.”
“Actually, I don’t know either. I made it up.”
Boom!
Feilin’s head turned into blood mist again.
“You’re a big useless waste.”
Vivian kicked her in the face again, cursing at the same time.
Just then.
In the dim night sky, a golden flash suddenly appeared, cutting through the darkness not far away.
“I, I know where the person you’re looking for is!”
Feilin, who had just regrown her head, immediately stood up and said excitedly to Vivian.
“I’m not blind; do I need you to tell me?”
Vivian faced the direction of the golden light and said speechlessly.
Then she glanced at Feilin behind her and casually blew up her head again.
“Why did you hit me again…”
Feilin covered her head and said quietly, aggrieved.
“Hmph, I declare our diplomatic relations are downgraded. Maybe we were still good friends a moment ago.”
“But from now on, you’re my little plaything for passing time when I’m bored.”
“When I’m in a bad mood, you’d better be smart and offer your head. Don’t make me come find you.”
Smack.
Vivian crushed Feilin’s head again.