"Are you okay?"

Bai Xianchu ran over happily, very enthusiastic.

Wang Xiao took a step back, opened his arms and hugged the girl skillfully, "I'm fine, it's just a little bit of economic dispute."

"do you remember me?"

Bai Xianchu looked up at Wang Xiao, her eyes full of surprise.

Looking up close, it's really beautiful.

He has fair skin and beautiful appearance, and his eyes are bright. Even an experienced driver like Wang Xiao couldn't help but want to check the headlights.

Fortunately, his righteousness stopped his impulse in time.

"I'm a little fox." Bai Xianchu grabbed with both hands and made a cooing sound of the fox. "You saved me when you were a child."

"What then?" Wang Xiao looked at her.

"What then?"

"I saved you when I was a kid, and then you were a vixen. Then, what did you come to me for?"

Bai Xianchu laughed and said, "Of course I'm repaying my kindness."

Wang Xiao also laughed, "The kind of kindness in the Stories from a Chinese Studio? The vixen and the young master who went to Beijing to take the exam? That's right, why are there all scholars in the Stories from a Chinese Studio? Can't there be an ordinary public as the protagonist?"

Of course it is impossible. The literacy rate in that era was so low. Ordinary people were the protagonists, but they couldn't understand it.

"When you were a child, you cut your female classmate's braids..."

“Put glue on the chair…”

Bai Xianchu was still telling stories about her childhood, but Wang Xiao was not impatient at all. He listened quietly with a smile.

When facing beautiful girls who like to talk, listening quietly is the best choice.

Of course, it is the "Dragon Suit", "President's Suit", and the rich people who use supercars, bags, jewelry and wine together do not need to consider these. Money is enough.

"Do you really believe what I said?" Bai Xianchu looked up at him.

"I believe it." Wang Xiao nodded sincerely. He really believed it because he had known it clearly before he came.

Although Bai Xianchu is a vixen, she is also a woman.

Wang Xiao said to believe it, but she didn't believe it. "You must think I'm a lunatic and think I'm lying."

"Don't do this, I'm not like this."

Bai Xianchu reached out and took off Wang Xiao's top. Wang Xiao was shocked and fought to the death, successfully letting his top be taken off by Bai Xianchu.

"The scar on your chest was a group of children who splashed me with sulfuric acid when you were a child. It was you who helped me block the traces left behind. Huh? Where is your scar?"

When Wang Xiao came to the world of wishing, he occupied his identity, not his body. His body is his own, so naturally he would not have any sulfuric acid scars.

It's ridiculous to think about it. The screenwriter's chemistry class was probably taught by the music teacher.

Let’s not talk about the fact that sulfuric acid cannot be obtained by children. Even if it is obtained, it will be a terrifying ending on your body. How could it be just a scar on your chest?

This is sulfuric acid, not scar.

The screenwriter may have watched too many plasma films from Meili Country and has no idea what common sense is.

"The injury is healed."

Wang Xiao put away his clothes, held Bai Xianchu's shoulder and sat down on the chair, "I believe in your identity."

"Your words are full of perfunctory."

Bai Xianchu broke free from Wang Xiao's hand and stood in front of him and said, "I will transform to show you."

"Give it." Wang Xiao took out a bottle of beer from the box, opened it and handed it to her.

Bai Xianchu looked at Wang Xiao in confusion, "You seem to know me very well."

Wang Xiao shrugged "Fate in the previous life."

Bai Xianchu scratched her long hair, but she couldn't figure it out and simply stopped thinking about it.

Lift the bottle and blow dry it in one mouthful.

Then, she had a string of hiccups.

"You can't drink enough." Wang Xiao smiled and bite a bottle of beer, and then blew a bottle of it himself.

"Who said that I have a good alcohol tolerance!"

Bai Xianchu stepped forward angrily and took out a bottle of Lao Baigan from the box.

It is hard to imagine that people living in this city will drink Lao Baiyao. But they just have it, and the screenwriter says that if there is, then there will be. What can you do?

Wang Xiao had no choice but to look at Bai Xianchu and drink the old white gang on his head as if he was drinking white water.

Wang Xiao looked quietly and waited.

He wanted to see with his own eyes what the monster transformed into looked like.

It was his first time to experience such a thing after experiencing many worlds.

A long burp passed, Bai Xianchu, whose pretty face turned red, reached out to untie his skirt, "This one must be untie first, otherwise he would be broken if he transformed later."

"Don't do this." Wang Xiao's eyes widened. "It's not a good habit to take off your clothes when you drink. Don't do this, I'll be shy."

Wang Xiao, who was shy, stared at Bai Xianchu's eyes gradually turned red, and white hair grew on his forehead and temples. Then his whole body was covered with white hair, and pointed teeth were exposed in his mouth.

After a moment, as the last clothes were cracked, a white fox, which was visually twice as big as an adult tiger, appeared in front of Wang Xiao.

‘Is this a monster?’

Looking at the white fox in front of him, Wang Xiao was indeed a little surprised.

The quality is wrong. How did that girl become so big just now?

"Hmm?" The vixen, who was obviously drunk, looked at Wang Xiao with a blurred look, and then suddenly raised one of his front paws.

The claws are extremely fast, even to the point where the human reaction nerves cannot keep up.

Then, Bai Xianchu's claws fell empty.

If a normal person’s reaction nerve cannot keep up, it does not mean that Wang Xiao cannot keep up.

He has long been out of the category of normal people.

The reddish fox eyes were obviously a little surprised, and then followed and waved their claws again.

Wang Xiao dodged and then dodged, and finally raised his hand and grabbed the vixen's claws.

"If you only have this kind of ability, it will be useless to me."

He was really right. If it was just physical strength, he wouldn't be able to deal with Wang Xiao.

Maybe it was because he was drunk, the vixen kept coming forward, just trying to knock Wang Xiao down.

If you say it was before the transformation, Wang Xiao gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, and he would obey.

After all, the girl is so beautiful, right?

But Wang Xiao had to respond with his fist when you look like you now.

The vixen's claws were extremely sharp, and the steel fence was cut open with one claw.

Moreover, she is extremely powerful, and Wang Xiao didn't get any advantage after punching a few times.

‘Oh~~~’

The drunk vixen opened her mouth and spitted Wang Xiao.

As long as she is an alcoholic, it will be annoying for both men and women. Even if she is a beautiful girl, it won’t work.

Wang Xiao had no intention of studying in an instant. He jumped forward to avoid the vixen's claws, grabbed the hair on her neck and turned over and rode on the back of her neck.

Before the vixen struggled violently, Wang Xiao raised his sword and slashed it on the back of her neck.

The fox sperm staggered, then swung wildly and threw Wang Xiao down.

It was obviously angered, and the vixen bared her teeth and rushed forward, and the white hair on her body seemed to be thorning.

Wang Xiao felt bored after walking around for a while. He was drunk and angry, and he couldn't try anything here.

When the vixen raised its claws and grabbed it again, Wang Xiao took advantage of the opportunity to turn around and clamp the big claws with both hands, and threw them over his shoulders.

With a sound of 'Boom!', a spider-web-like pattern was obviously smashed on the ground on the back of the vixen.

This is a cement floor because it is an elephant museum.

“The physical fitness is really good.”

Wang Xiao was a little surprised to see the vixen still struggling.

He took two steps forward and sat directly on the vixen. He raised his fists and beat him up.

It’s not that he doesn’t know how to be polite, but that he is riding now only vixen, and there’s no way to talk about politeness.

The vixen resisted and was beaten.
To be continued...