Chapter 983: Old Man Tai'a, Lin Ruhu
"Never," Fox Xian'er said, still shaking her head.
Tears fell from her eyes. Through her misty gaze, tears ran down the tip of her slightly reddened nose, making all things fall silent to listen to her voice.
"People say that we foxes are born bewitching, calamities that bring down kingdoms, seducers of rulers, omens of misfortune.
"There were once imperial rulers whose kingdoms perished because of fox demons.
"We have borne countless stares since birth, but I have always remembered what you told me.
"Living beings cannot decide the fate they are born into, but they can decide the fate they make after birth.
"Some are born wealthy and noble, while others are born poor and lowly.
"But the wealthy and noble may squander their fortunes and fall into poverty.
"And the poor and lowly may also strive, until they become rich enough to rival a region."
At this point, Fox Xian'er looked seriously at the Lord of Light.
"I have never forgotten your words, Daoist, and I have engraved your kindness upon my heart.
"If you wish to kill me, then kill me. Even in death, I cannot let go of this obsession."
As she spoke, Fox Xian'er actually began humming a little tune.
"Green fox demon, wrapped in a white waist sash, with a slender, charming smile.
"Wandering eyes and tender grace, unhurried steps; one glance back revealed ten thousand jade-like beauties.
"Lovely moon and flowers, lush clouds and bamboo, ethereal wind; dancing alone with nimble grace.
"Fair as a lotus, skin like icy silk. Entering the mortal world, who could roam carefree together after seeing all its dust and turmoil?"
The Lord of Light looked at her. The radiance around him flickered between bright and dim as heaven and man