"Mr. Fortune..."
Sitting beside Mr. Fortune, Lin Ying, with a slightly dazed expression, looked at Mr. Fortune who was holding up a phone, standing happily by the bed, and asked:
"Have you... reached the 'Primordial' level that Li Xiao mentioned?"
After recovering from the initial shock, Lin Ying was sure she hadn't been seeing things.
Mr. Fortune had grown a sixth tail from his original Five-tailed Fox form, then involuntarily evolved into a Beastman form, and then transformed into a child right before her eyes.
Of course.
The fact that he turned into a child wasn't surprising to Lin Ying because she knew Mr. Fortune was only turning one year old this November.
A human baby at one year old would barely be out of swaddling clothes and would still need assistance to walk steadily, but Mr. Fortune appeared to be a child of around six to eight years old.
"Primordial level?"
Ansheng, who was holding his phone and admiring the photos of his cute antics, was taken aback by the question. He squatted down, crossed his arms, and thought for a moment before saying, "I don't think I've reached that level."
"If we're comparing, I'm currently a 'Spirit Human,' which is the advanced form of a human after injecting the Spirit Particle Potion."
"But according to the Security Bureau's evaluation system, it shouldn't be difficult to get the title of a 'Territory-level Spirit Beast.'
'Primordial level.'
Ansheng had never seen it, or perhaps such a creature doesn't exist on Blue Star at the moment. If we truly need a comparison, we'd have to consider the 'Dragon People,' who are so unruly they can't be tamed even with onions and ginger, as a reference.
"But none of that really matters, Ansheng doesn't care if he's Primordial or not."
Grinning cheekily, Ansheng said, "Maintaining the Spirit Human state is actually pretty nice! By the way, could you get me a big glass of water? I'm thirsty."
"Sure..."
Lin Ying pushed herself up from the ground, stood up, and walked outside the room, calling out to Lin Shu in front of the door.
A moment later, a 5-liter bottle of mineral water was brought into the room.
Mr. Fortune grabbed the handle and started guzzling it down, looking blissful as he drank the water.
Under Lin Ying's gaze, Mr. Fortune leisurely strolled into the room's bathroom.
"Spirit Human form!"
By the toilet, Ansheng beamed brightly, transformed back into the Six-tailed Fox, then into his Beastman form, before his fluffy fur retracted and he turned into a grey-white fox.
With one hand on the bathroom wall, he used the other to aim, releasing a stream of slightly yellow water into the toilet.
"Oh~"
"Stand... stand up!" Ansheng sighed with satisfaction, content with his regained control over his aim.
It's not that the fox form is bad,
just that, in a world designed for humans, it's filled with little oppressions that make it hard for a fox. Every time he tries to use the toilet, if his paws aren't steady, Ah Qing has to come in with a brush to help out.
As for who gets brushed with the brush...
It's naturally whoever falls into the toilet that's getting brushed.
"What smoke and mirrors, now that Ansheng's paws are back to being hands, I'll just go all out with brute force, Mr. Fortune has a strong Physique, worst case scenario I'll just go offline!"
Ansheng shook himself with satisfaction, transformed back into his white-red fox form, and with pride, leaped forward onto Lin Ying's bed, lifting his head to look at Lin Ying, who was sitting on a long chair at the front of the bed.
"Haha..."
Seeing Mr. Fortune's actions, Lin Ying was initially surprised, but she quickly understood his intention. With a light laugh, she lifted her arm, placed her hand under Mr. Fortune's chin, and stroked his fur down to his chest.
"Mr. Fortune is the best, super impressive, truly worthy of being our Taoist immortal, the ever-happy lord! You've really done very well, come here, let's have a hug!"
"Ehehehe!"
The little fox laughed mischievously, rolling around on Lin Ying's lap. The sound of his laughter echoed in the room.
For an adult man, such childlike praise might seem very childish, but for Mr. Fortune, it was just right.
"Miss, the clothing you requested is ready." A knock came from outside the dorm room, and Lin Shu spoke to Lin Ying, who was inside holding Mr. Fortune and rubbing his belly.
"Come in," Lin Ying said.
Lin Shu walked in carrying a set of boy's clothes, complete with a shirt and pants, neatly wrapped in a dust cover.
"Mr. Fortune, how about we take a picture together and then go celebrate?" Lin Ying asked with a smile.
"Sure!" Ansheng agreed without a second thought, jumped down from Lin Ying's lap, nodded at Lin Shu, and indicated for her to take the clothes to the wardrobe.
While Mr. Fortune was changing clothes, Lin Ying also changed into a new outfit, swapping her pajamas for a loose and comfortable casual outfit — a plain short-sleeved top with culottes that resembled a skirt.
Lin Ying sat upright on the long chair in front of the bed, while Lin Shu adjusted the camera settings on Lin Ying's phone.
Mr. Fortune emerged from the wardrobe. His clothes didn't fit well, looking a bit loose, and paired with his grey-white long hair, the modern simplistic summer outfit seemed somewhat mismatched.
"Lin Ying, do you think... I'd look better in black or white hanfu?"
Ansheng asked as he sat beside Lin Ying, pondering.
Ansheng's question made Lin Ying ponder, but Lin Shu's expression twitched slightly.
As a professional bodyguard, she normally wouldn't speak out of turn, but she had watched Mr. Fortune's battle projections with Lin Ying in the private cinema.
The hanfu might not be obligatory...
Lin Shu thought they all looked rather ordinary. She believed Mr. Fortune looked most impressive with his upper body uncovered, wearing a skirt-like bottom and long boots, brandishing a war hammer, his muscular arms tensed, long hair flying wildly.
It would be best with black smoke swirling around, like during the epic battle with the Mammoth on screen.
My Xian'Er, no immortal is as dashing.
"Sorry, Mr. Fortune, I lack fashion sense, but perhaps we could have the costume and makeup team take a look," Lin Ying gently shook her head, moved to sit beside Mr. Fortune, facing the camera: "Shall we take a commemorative photo?"
"Sure!" Ansheng flashed a bright smile.
But.
While taking photos, for some reason, Mr. Fortune ended up sitting on Lin Ying's lap.
"Huh? Taking photos like this feels a bit weird?" Mr. Fortune remarked, turning to Lin Ying.
"It's a... it's an English style," Lin Ying said with a smile, wrapping her arms around Mr. Fortune's waist as he sat sideways on her lap.
"Is... is it?" Mr. Fortune muttered.
Due to his trust in Lin Ying, Mr. Fortune didn't voice any more doubts.
But he still felt something was off in his heart.
..........
"Open the door! Is anyone there? Open up!" Unlike the warm atmosphere inside the closed-room villa, the front of Lin Ying's villa felt slightly gloomy.
Lin Zhe slumped at the door, using a knit sweater to shade his head from the sun, listlessly patting the door, or gesturing at the front camera for the nanny or anyone inside to come quickly and open the door for him.
In the sweltering 36-degree summer heat,
He seemed to be locked out.
"...The wall even has electric fencing," Lin Zhe sighed helplessly.
But.
It was at this moment,
that a figure walking down the road paused slightly when passing Lin Zhe, revealing his face under the fisherman hat and sunglasses. Li Wenkang gave Lin Zhe a quick glance before continuing on his way.
Lin Zhe glanced at Li Wenkang, who was carrying fishing gear, muttered something to himself, and chose not to pay him any further attention.
But!
Lin Zhe's neck veins pulsed with blue-green color.
His gaze suddenly became piercingly sharp, radiating a natural authority even while slumped on the ground, turning the bronze door into a gilded screen fit for a throne.
"Ha... he really couldn't hide from him!" Lin Zhe got up from the ground, brushed the dust off his black shorts, and smiled wryly:
"But then again..."
"The 'Spirit Particle Breeding Graft,' was his transgenic technology, after all. It's no surprise he could tell."