Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 84

He must really like it!

So, after the people from the Weapons Research Center left, Zhou Ci followed Li Cheng.

The little fox was fast—so fast that Zhou Ci had to take out the portable holo-glasses he always carried with him.

These were essential when tracking spirit beasts.

Humans couldn’t outrun demons; holo-glasses could pick up the residual traces they left behind, allowing the hunter to follow their trail.

The little fox followed the divine energy and arrived at a half-finished, abandoned building. Rusted rebar and weeds littered the ground.

He leapt onto a toppled boulder, baring his sharp fangs. “Qi Si! Get out here and fight me!”

As soon as the words fell, a swirl of white spirit mist spread before him.

No human figure appeared—only a powerful, suffocating aura pressing in from all directions.

“Little fox, were you looking for me?”

A deep, piercing voice echoed by his ear.

Then, a man in a black cloak appeared one meter in front of him, his presence radiating overwhelming strength that demanded respect.

The man’s expression was calm and distant, his hood concealing most of his hair. But a few long, silvery strands fluttered out in the wind.

Standing there, he looked like a breathtaking yet perilous painting come to life.

The little fox’s body tensed the moment he saw him. A hidden blade slid from beneath his fur—its sharp edge gleaming with cold light.

“Grr!” The little fox didn’t answer Qi Si’s taunt. Instead, he lunged straight at him, eyes flashing blood-red, movements swift as lightning.

Qi Si sidestepped lightly, avoiding the attack. “You’re still as reckless as ever, little fox.”

As he spoke, his fingers turned, and the faint-blue spiritual mist gathered in his palm, swirling faster and faster, growing in power.

“If it weren’t for the Golden Scale of the Void Lord protecting you, you would’ve died thousands of times by now. It’s been millennia, and you’re still just as conceited.”

Qi Si’s tone was detached, his eyes flicking lazily toward Li Cheng, as though toying with divine power in his hands for amusement.

“You didn’t run when you saw me this time—you actually chased after me.”

“I might not be able to kill you, but making you half-dead would be an easy task.”

His gaze swept over the little fox, cold and assessing. “Now that your tail’s gone, tell me—do you want me to break your left leg or your right?”

The little fox didn’t understand what he meant. His amber eyes widened warily. Golden Scale? What is he talking about?

【Host, after you lost your tail, your soul and divine body became misaligned by several thousand years. That’s why your memories can’t fully connect. It seems you don’t even know this yourself.】

【As for the Golden Scale… I don’t have clearance to look up what that is.】

The little fox’s claws dug deep into the stone beneath him, leaving jagged marks. Is there any way out of this?

【Once your tail grows back, everything will return to normal. Your divine resonance will be restored, and you won’t have this problem anymore.】

Just as the system finished speaking, Qi Si’s divine energy surged forward, lashing toward the little fox.

He darted sideways, agile and precise.

The sheer force of the blow pulverized the rocks under his feet into fine dust that scattered into the air.

The impact was too strong—one of his hind paws was slashed open, blood streaking across the stone.

Seeing this, A-Keng panicked. 【Host, you can’t beat him! Maybe… maybe save your anger for next time?】

【A gentleman’s revenge can wait ten years!】

But the little fox ignored him completely. All he wanted was to make Qi Si suffer, even if just a little.

He charged forward again without hesitation.

“Tsk.” Qi Si’s expression shifted slightly as he asked again, “So? Would you rather lose a leg or an arm?”

At those words, the little fox’s eyes glowed faint red—that was a fox clan illusion spell, meant to confuse the mind.

The instant Qi Si’s focus faltered, the little fox’s blade flashed again, slicing across his throat before he could react.

Qi Si raised his hand and brushed his fingers over the wound. Blood smeared across his fingertips, and the sting made his eyes glint strangely.

He looked at the red stain with a hint of excitement.

This feeling… how novel.

The corners of his lips lifted, his amusement deepening.

With a motion of his wrist, a long bow materialized in his hand, glowing faintly with divine light.

He cast the little fox a disdainful glance, slowly drawing the bowstring, a cruel smile curling on his lips.

【Host, run! That’s Qi Si’s life-bound weapon—the Golden Divine Bow! If you get hit, even I’ll be done for!】

Feeling the surge of divine energy gathering, the little fox began dodging backward—

But suddenly, Qi Si’s hands froze mid-draw.

It was as if he’d seen something—or someone—so terrifying that his body stopped responding.

And in the blink of an eye, he vanished.

The little fox had only just turned to look when the oppressive divine force disappeared completely.

Confused, he barely had time to react before—

He felt a firm grip close around the back of his neck, right at the point of his fate.

The ground began falling away beneath him. The little fox’s eyes widened. What’s going on?! Why am I floating?

【Host… your husband just grabbed you by the back of your neck.】