Accidentally Married A Fox God – The Sovereign Lord Spoils His Wife Chapter 374 - Gone Mad

Chapter 374 - Gone Mad

The clouds were thick and heavy. Even though the afternoon was, in general, quite sunny, rain was still threatening to make its imminent appearance with an evident display of grey, looming clouds.

Just as Li irong was able to spot her cabin in the distance, a voice rang out in the increasingly foggy air, calling her na.

The dense mist scattered across the landscape, shrouding the cabin and everything surrounding it.

Snowball landed with great precision right in front of the cabin's door, his fur bristling as his bright eyes bore into the person concealing themselves in the mist. Li irong dismounted Snowball's back and lifted a hand to her forehead to shade her eyes from the afternoon sun as she visually scouted the area.

With her wind-tossed hair dr.a.p.ed down her back and coiling about her shoulders, a threatening beast at her side, and her body adorned with battle garnts, Li irong made for a fierce sight. She resembled a feral huntress, appearing ready to leap into the forest at any mont and disappear into the wilderness.

"Sister irong, it is I, Mo Jing," Mo Jing called out as he erged from the fog. He bowed politely once within her sight.

Snowball let out a low, threatening growl.

Mo Jing looked up at the sound, his face growing pale. "If my presence is unwanted, or if I have co at a bad ti, then we can speak at a later date."

"Brother Mo," Li irong interrupted, before he could ramble on any longer. "What brings you here?"

Mo Jing opened his mouth, only to close it again almost imdiately without speaking a single word. He cast his gaze downwards, clearly hesitant. LI irong waited patiently for him to speak while she patted Snowball's back, stroking firmly over his raised fur to brush it down to its usual appearance.

The growling quieted, but did not vanish entirely.

"It was not my intention to bother you, particularly not after how our last encounter ended," he said, finally. "But my brother… he is not doing well."

Mo Jing sounded as though the words were being dragged out of him, like an unwilling confession.

Li irong eyed him with heavy skepticism.

"I hope you don't take offense to my words, but I don't see what Brother Mo's condition has to do with , or with your visit today?" she asked, frowning slightly.

"If possible, I would like to speak to you on this matter within a secluded area," Mo Jing hedged.

"Hmph! You and your kin are not welco here! Foolish little-" Snowball's clenched-teeth roar was interrupted by Li irong's firm but light voice.

"Alright, then. Follow ," she said. She had issues with Mo Cheng, that much was true, but Mo Jing had always been good to her. He had helped her many tis over in the past, and it would be both unkind and against her morals to turn him away without listening to him at the very least.

Unnoticed by her went the cold, deadly stare Snowball sent her way.

The look was filled with a promise of retribution, but Li irong missed the expression entirely.

'Inviting other n into our residence?' Snowball thought furiously. 'My wife most definitely needs to be punished for this.'

As the three entered the cabin, Snowball "accidentally" brushed against Mo Jing, bumping into him hard enough to make him stumble slightly. He turned to look at the spirit beast, and Snowball turned his head to return the stare, flashing a very sharp set of teeth in a clear threat.

Feeling the intense hostility radiating from the oversized spirit beast, Mo Jing gulped heavily and had to force himself to continue walking, despite his better judgent.

Once inside, Li irong offered Mo Jing a seat, but he refused the offer politely.

For his own safety, he kept himself stationed by the doorway, ready to flee should the spirit fox make any physically threatening move towards him.

"I hope you will forgive for not standing on ceremony," Li irong stated tiredly, bringing forth a stool and seating herself a yard or so from Mo Jing's stiff, still-standing figure.

"Please do not mind ," Mo Jing assured her hastily, clasping his hands together in front of himself. "Make yourself comfortable, and do not feel the need to adhere to formalities. I am glad to see you doing well for yourself lately," he added with an awkward little smile. "Winning as you have done in this tournant is quite the impressive accomplishnt."

Snowball shrank down to his cub-sized form and jumped up onto the bed. He lounged there in a snit, making a displeased snort as his tail swished angrily.

Li irong's eyes were a pair of clear pools, matching her calm deanor, but her tone was as sardonic as ever.

"Sotis it's terrible and sotis it's grand, but my reputation in the sect always manages to precede , no matter how farfetched the tales about may be."

Even though Mo Jing appeared to be made greatly uncomfortable by her words and tone, his soft smile showed only kindness. He regarded Li irong carefully before speaking up in answer.

"I have known you since before we joined this sect, and never once have I thought the rumors about you to be true. In my eyes, you are and have always been virtuous. Even when I behaved in a spiteful manner towards you, it was at your hands that my life was saved. You have ever repaid my enmity with extraordinary grace."

Mo Jing's heartfelt words gave Li irong pause. She looked at him with a strange sort of wonder building inside her, her heart growing softer at his sincerity. She had thought that whatever bridges she had built with the three companions she had once befriended at the sect's opening ceremony had been long since burnt, but it appeared that Mo Jing's friendship remained loyal and true.

She couldn't help but tear up a bit at her friend's declaration, and could not find the words to properly express her appreciation. Instead, she covered her eyes and wiped at them roughly with the back of her wrist to prevent her tears from falling.

"Thank you," she said quietly. It was a short and simple declaration of gratitude, but his words had struck her deeply. Mo Jing's good opinion of her ant a great deal more than she could ever hope to convey, or wished to have him know.

As Li irong beca emotional, Mo Jing felt his own set of waterworks begin to form in the corners of his eyes. He knew all too about the prejudiced treatnt Li irong had suffered in the sect, all due to a fact that was far beyond her control: her taphysical disposition. It was no fault of hers that she was a furnace, but she suffered ill treatnt and ridicule for her condition.

He reached out one hand to give her a gentle, comforting pat on the back, but before he could do more than begin to reach out, the little fox spirit beast appeared out of nowhere to block his path. He stood on Li irong's lap, fur bristling, and hissed at him like a feral kitten.

The fox spirit swiped at Mo Jing's reaching hand with an outstretched paw, his claws bared, and then proceeded to rub the top of his white-furred head beneath Li irong's chin.

'When did this little beast even get the chance or ti to jump from the bed to her lap…?' Mo Jing thought to himself in bewildernt, clasping his arm to his chest to keep it well out of harm's reach.

"What is it you ca here to speak to about?" Li irong asked quietly after recovering her composure. She cradled her fox spirit beast in her arms, holding him close. Seeing her calm expression, Mo Jing relaxed a little.

"My brother's master has confined him to his residence," he told her. "My brother officially may not leave his abode until the last round of the tournant. It is a good thing, too," he added, "for otherwise I fear he would have co here himself."

Li irong had little interest in Mo Cheng or in hearing about his affairs, but at Mo Jing's declaration, she straightened her spine and focused on what he was saying.

Who in the sect remained unaware of the fact that Mo Cheng was the pride and joy of the Sword Bearers' division? The Sword Bearers' Grandmaster doted on him excessively, bestowing upon him everything he wished for and more.

Besides, for the Sword Bearer Grandmaster to confine Mo Cheng to his residence surely ant that Mo Cheng had done sothing horrifically, terribly wrong.

Mo Jing turned away from Li irong's gaze in sha.

"You see," he said quietly, sadly, "my brother has gone mad."