Er Hong released Yu Xing, finally letting a trace of his own emotions show—
He looked somewhat disappointed.
"You went to all this trouble to sneak in, and this is all you managed?"
"Why were you discovered by Master the moment you went inside?"
"This isn't fun. Compared to what I imagined, your performance has been so boring, Fox, De, Mon, Lord."
Compared to the tentative "Little Fox" from a few minutes ago, this "Lord Fox Demon" was said with certainty and sarcasm.
Yu Xing lowered his head slightly to look at him—this young master Er Hong had disguised everything except his height. Even a teenage boy was much shorter than the "Southern Xinjiang Woman."
Those eyes, like a fawn's, were still lively, but what flowed through them now was vivid, wavering bloodlust.
It seemed the fun hadn't lived up to his expectations. Thoroughly disappointed, he'd decided to do as Master of Ten Thousand had said and kill the infiltrators outright.
Yu Xing's body gave off wisps of black mist as it met the killing intent. Wrapped in thick darkness, he returned to his original appearance. He wore simple clothes, a riding crop tucked at his waist, and the faint outline of a fox's head flickered across his face. The sight was utterly bizarre.
He smiled, and the fox's head formed from the black mist smiled too. "Why not call me Lord Rat?"
"It's all the same, isn't it?" Er Hong's brows drooped, and he looked genuinely sad. "Your methods for sneaking into Feng Manor weren't nearly as clever as you thought. As far as I'm concerned, your identities were exposed the moment you set foot here."
"I was looking forward to Lord Fox Demon's performance, but I never expected the Fox Demon to be all name and no substance.