Fox Has No Malicious Intent

"Awoooo—"

The giant white wolf leaped over the wall of the seafood market, carrying a small fox on its back. After the fox scoped the area, it pointed north, leading the pack of dogs in that direction.

"Abai, faster! That guy... I feel like if we get there too late, something's going to happen."

Ansheng glanced at the wish list, contemplated briefly, then spoke.

Tonight's street patrol was planned to last for a total of only three hours.

The white wolf and its companions were not like him; if they couldn't get home by three o'clock, they might face the wrath of their master or a whipping.

Thus, while resting on Lin Ying's lap earlier, Ansheng had mapped out the route, aiming to fulfill three to six wishes collected from the Celestial Empress Palace in the morning within three hours.

And maybe, seek out the traces of a hedgehog ruling the urban area.

The first wish maker wasn't living by the docks, but according to the marked map on the wish list, he was currently on Bar Street.

[Bitter wine goes down, heartache... Born all clean and fair, who did I offend? Boohoo... Mazu, I ran into another dude yesterday, asking me if, seeing how I looked so delicate, I wanted to try cosplaying. He said it with those words, but I could tell he clearly wanted to trick me into being a pretty boy. —From the sad-faced, delicate tourist from Mountain City, speaking to Mazu with a sour expression about his daily encounters, where guys inquire about his 'look', and girls fear he might throw filth at them.]

[Wish Fulfilled: KKP would do (This clean-living young man, being single since birth because of his environment and looks, although he wishes to kiss—a girl's lips, somehow, he's become a gal-pal instead)]

"Abai, hurry up! I'm worried that central air-conditioner dude will get picked up and turned into a sunflower."

The first wish maker didn't have any particular requests; he just wanted a hug from a girl, which isn't much of a wish.

In the dating market, cute-faced puppy boys are quite sought after, especially by older sisters and seasoned beauties who fancy cute wolf pups or puppy boys.

But Ansheng, leveraging his past life's sales experiences, easily analyzed a reliable answer and personality profile from the wish list details.

This clean-faced single young man.

Highly likely to have a mild personality, but due to his looks, he probably was dubbed "sissy" throughout school, only thriving in women's circles as a sister.

Though he desires romance with girls, his mouth is shy, missing out on countless blooming opportunities to the point of becoming the bestie who loves girls.

He's currently traveling, likely wanting to escape his original environment and social circle, seeking an opportunity or searching for a half-drunk prey at the bar.

Ansheng isn't worried about other matters, just that central air-conditioner bro becoming prey, starting a new journey.

Just this morning, didn't we meet a cool girl with boyish charm?

Her situation is quite the opposite of air-conditioner bro's.

She truly needs no girls; even those unwilling are drawn to her, willing to give it a go. She often plays the boyfriend role for her besties, flaunting her new cool-guy boyfriend on her social media.

"Abai, head into the left alley."

Tu Song Abai, transformed and colossal, carrying the dog pack, Ansheng worried it might cause chaos in Bar Street, thus instructed it to wait in the neighboring alley.

He himself, as a fox, would grab a sack, bag the target, then deliver it to Lin Ying's Floral Mansion Building C, Apt. 802.

"Huh? Am I drunk? Why do I see a white fox with a burlap sack?"

Staggering on the street, leaning against the wall, a girl who just vomited was startled, tugged her friends, pointing across the street. There, a white fox carrying a burlap sack, briskly dashed toward Bar Street.

"Fox! Touch, touch!"

After confirming it was indeed a fox, a few girls, already tipsy and blurry-eyed, cornered the fox, tentatively reached out their hands and phones, ready to snap a shot.

"Eeeeee!"

Ansheng, quick on the feet, raised his paw, blocked the camera lens, and mumbled a couple of lines with a face full of grimace:

"Hey, hey, hey! No rumors! Ansheng's just a fox; how could he possibly go to a bar!"

"Can't pet the fox, not for any other reason, just worried you'll get so used to it, patting away smoothly, then try petting wild foxes outside, and end up getting a thorough fox beating because your hands aren't so clean."

"Want to pet a fox? Follow Ah Qing's tea story livestream on the Note platform, the fox appears regularly."

With two lipstick marks on its face, the little fox sternly refused interaction, repeatedly rejected hugs.

Tu Song Abai was still waiting outside, central air-conditioner bro was waiting inside; getting there late, he might get picked up by either men or women, and in the alley, Abai and the others might face the dog-catching team.

No meetup, no meetup.

The little fox declined unfamiliar women's invitations, sought its target inside Bar Street.

A cute-faced boy, sporting a buzz cut and metallic earrings on his earlobes.

Though he'd already made great efforts to dress like a trendy boy, it was nothing but discordant.

Nevertheless, Ansheng didn't mind those details; he was just a part-time 'Fox Dream' agent, not a professional 'Matchmaker Fox'. Soon, he'd deliver this air-conditioner bro to the cool-girl sis's household, let her check out the goods.

In the dim bar, Ansheng peered around, took advantage of no one's attention to the dark booths, bagged the tipsy target and headed down the back alley.

Once out the rear door, the little fox stood upright, hoisted the sack straight up, scaled buildings from billboard tops or second-floor platforms.

"Abai, go! First to Lin Ying's Floral Mansion, then to the neighboring People's Hospital."

The sack-carrying little fox hopped onto the wolf, speaking to Tu Song Abai excitedly.

On his shoulder was no sack, rather the imminent 2-point Wish Power.

"Awooo..."

Tu Song Abai, upon hearing, ran into the urban area, going as per his brother's directions, led the dog pack, jumped into a residential complex, and took the freight elevator to the eighth floor.

Ansheng placed the air-conditioner bro in front of Apt. 802, signaled Abai and the others to hide in the stairwell.

The little fox stood upright, leaned on the wall, knocked the door vigorously to notify the cool-girl sis inside to sign for the delivery.

"Thump, thump, thump—"

After three muffled knocks, the little fox swiftly darted to the stairwell, lay on Abai's back, mimicking the other dog's actions, sneakily peeking its little head towards that side.

"What the heck! Who is it! Do you really think my front door was a freebie during renovation, knocking it with such force?"

In pink pajamas, cool-girl sis opened her door angry, wielding a muscle bar, cursing whoever knocked angrily.

However, the moment the door opened, it met resistance, as if it hit something.

The boyish-faced cool-girl sis with mullet hair looked down and saw a drunk lying in front of her door.

She paused, her face hesitant, sticking out her bare foot to poke, feeling an intake of breath, she vigorously pushed at the non-shoe-wearing drunk, checking upon the drunk laid before her door.

Seeing the drunk, skin fair and flushed, face like a shy little miss, cool-girl sis Shen Qian froze, muttering in disbelief: "What the heck! Is Mazu temple's wish really that effective? Wish in the morning, a suitable drunk delivered by night."

"Seriously, Mazu, not charging entry fees and sending people directly to your doorstep, won't you lose money with this business model?"

Despite Shen Qian saying such things, she didn't really drag the person inside, instead tapped the drunk in front of her door.

"Boohoo... No... No to guys, seriously not into guys, nor dressing like a girl, I truly like girls... I don't want my first to die at a fellow's hand." The cute-faced drunk youngster slightly opened his eyes, saw himself in a guy's arms, and with immense survival instincts began struggling fiercely.

"Darn it, dude! I'm giving you a thwack!" Shen Qian's face turned dark, looking at the drunk like mush on the ground.