Chapter 391 The Boy and the Fox Demon

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

Finally, he raised the bottle unnaturally and took two sips of wine.

"You said, can a human and a demon be together?"

"Human and demon?" The drunkard looked at him with strange eyes.

Realizing that his question was a bit inexplicable, Jun Moyan turned his gaze elsewhere: "It's okay, Bai Yi told a story before, asking me if people and monsters can be together."

"Oh..." The drunkard snorted, raised his head and poured the wine again, but his eyes slowly changed.

Jun Moyan didn't speak any more, just sat quietly, slowly calming down his emotions.

I thought that the drunkard would not talk anymore, but after a while, the drunkard said: "...There will be no results."

Jun Moyan was taken aback, then turned to look at him, but saw that the alcoholic's eyes were glistening with tears, and his eyes were also red.

Jun Moyan was a little surprised at the sudden change of the alcoholic, and didn't quite understand what he said.

The drunkard drank the last sip of wine in the bottle, smiled and turned to look at Jun Moyan.

As if knowing that Jun Moyan didn't understand his words, the drunkard repeated in a hoarse voice:

"There will be no result."

Looking at his sour smile and moist eyes, Jun Moyan wondered why he had such a reaction.

He had never seen him like this.

Jun Moyan suddenly discovered that besides Shangguan Yu, he had known the alcoholic for the longest time, but he was the one he knew the least.

"Why so absolute?"

As if realizing that he said something that shouldn't be said, the drunkard smiled, trying to cover up the past.

"Let me tell you a story."

"..." Jun Moyan didn't speak, just looked at him, as if waiting for his story.

The drunkard brewed for a while before speaking.

"Once upon a time, there was a young man who followed an old man back to the mountains to study medicine. One day when he went up the mountain to collect medicine, he met a little fox." Speaking of this little fox, the drunkard's eyes shone with mist. , The corners of the mouth can't help but rise slightly.

"A fiery red fox with red eyes, probably..." the drunkard said, stretching out his hand to gesture.

"It's so big, and it looks so good-looking. That boy fell in love with it at first sight."

"That fox is very timid. If it wasn't because he was injured and couldn't run, he would have run away."

"When the boy went to hug him, the fox still wanted to bite him. The boy didn't care whether he understood or not, so he threatened him and said: You'd better not move around. If you move around and hurt me, I'll roast you soon." When the drunkard said this, he seemed to be amused by the fun of the boy in the story, and then smiled.

"Do you think this young man is stupid? How could a fox understand what he said?" The drunkard didn't know whether he was speaking to Jun Moyan or himself.

"But that fox seems to have really understood, and really doesn't dare to move anymore."

The drunkard stared ahead, seemed to be driven by the story, and then fell into the story, telling it with both emotion and seriousness.

"The young man picked up the fox. Seeing him trembling with fright, it was a bit funny. He checked his wounds while saying threatening words, and found that most of them were internal injuries, which were very serious. After bandaging his external wounds , The boy took the fox home and asked his master to treat the fox's wounds."

"When the fox knew that the young man was going to save him, he was so scared in his heart, and he was also grateful to the young man."