Zhu You held his paper and brush, not daring to put them down.
The several Demon Race members beside him watched Zhu You intently "writing a book" and did not dare disturb him. They could only remain where they were.
That pause lasted quite a while.
"Hey, you're blocking the road. A bunch of beasts blocking the road—are you looking to die?"
Little Flower, Little Chrysanthemum, and the other Demon Race members looked up at the voice. A convoy was approaching.
The ones who had spoken were the two burly men at the front.
Judging by their muscular, powerful builds, they were probably not ordinary people.
Little Flower looked at the broad road, then turned to look at Zhu You, who stood there blankly unmoving. She could only gesture with her paws to tell the two men that the wide road was perfectly passable.
They were not blocking the way.
"Oh, they understand human speech... fox spirits!" The two burly men's eyes lit up. "Hey, bookworm, are these foxes for sale?"
Little Chrysanthemum hurriedly waved her paws, signaling the two men not to disturb her young master's writing and telling them to leave at once.
The more the two burly men watched the two intelligent foxes, the more they liked them.
Their knowledge was shallow, and they had no idea these were members of the Demon Race.
In truth, ordinary people rarely ever encountered the Demon Race.
The two burly men strode toward Zhu You and shouted, "Bookworm, we're talking to you! Are you deaf?"
The Demon Race members immediately grew anxious when they saw the men approaching. They hurriedly moved to block them, their expressions wary.
Seeing the Demon Race members' reactions, the two burly men immediately came up with an idea.
"Bookworm, blocking the road is one thing,