Larry's Adventure: Reborn as a Charming Fox

31. The One Who He Loves

Translator: Ann Yi

The light flashed up on the stone. If Frost had not been staring at it, he might have missed it.

“Quiet down. Can you see the light on the stone?” June interrupted Mirrocle impolitely.

Embarrassedly, Mirrocle shut his mouth. He carefully observed the stone in front of him, but there was no light on it.

“Why don’t you drop another drop of blood on it?” June looked at Mirrocle’s bloody lips and was ready to do it.

Mirrocle found June’s fanatical gaze a bit creepy, so he directly refused, “No…Let’s not do that. Just now when my blood fell on the stone, there weren’t any changes to the stone.”

This time, Frost, who had been silent, refuted him, “No, there were changes, but they came and went too fast. They disappeared before you could even see them.”

Was there anything special about Mirrocle’s blood?

Just now he spat blood because he bounced off the barrier. Mirrocle couldn’t spit another mouthful of blood just because he wanted to. So he could only be ruthless to himself and cut his one of fingertips. A drop of blood fell on the stone.

The three people and one cat stared at the stone for fear of missing any important details.

A flash of light appeared on the stone. It was exactly what Frost saw earlier.

Frost had been thinking about it just now. Now he saw that Mirrocle’s blood did nothing to the restriction.

Then he asked, “Does it have anything to do with that love poem?”

“What does the love poem have to do with my blood?”

The puzzle in Frost’s heart was almost solved. There was just one tiny part missing, “You just said that this is an array with double restrictions?”

Frost looked at the little fox who lay motionlessly in the distance.

“The barrier you just broke was set up by humans, but the love poem was written in fairy language.” Frost frowned and asked the only fairy here, “Does this mean that this second barrier could only be broken by a fairy?”

While Frost talked, June also thought about it. Without any hesitation, she bit her fingertip and dropped her blood on the stone.

But to everyone’s disappointment, the blood of a fox fairy seemed to be useless.

Frost thought that he was about to solve the puzzle, but instead he came to a dead end. It involved different people, different blood and even different races.

Frost’s mind was a complete mess.

As a female, June was more sensitive. She had been pondering over the meaning of the love poem.

The restriction seemed to be not only related to blood, but also related to affections.

“We need the blood of the one who loves him to break the barrier set up by the fairies.” But June didn’t understand why her blood was useless. It was obvious that… she loved her Senior Brother so much, so why would her blood be useless? Was she overthinking it or was she unwilling to face the reality?

June’s mind was in a mess as well. No matter what the result was, she didn’t want to accept it.

June’s words triggered Mirrocle’s memory. He recalled that when he first went down the mountain, everything else was fine. However, there was no Internet on the mountain, so when he got a smart phone, he didn’t know how to use it.

Then, he opened a live streaming APP. Larry wasn’t the first live-streaming celebrity that he watched, but he was the only one Mirrocle followed and liked. From the live streaming platform to Facebook and Twitter, it might sound a little ridiculous, but he was like a pervert and wanted to know everything about Larry.

Mirrocle knew Larry’s birth date but he was not good at fortune telling. So he sent Larry’s birth date to his senior brother and asked for his help.

He did that because he cared about Larry so much. He wanted Larry to have a good life. And there was nothing more he could ask for than to make sure that Larry would be safe and sound all his life.

When he received the message that Larry was in grave danger, he was dealing with a matter regarding immortals in a small village in the mountains.

The village was far away from the town. The cell tower didn’t provide full coverage and the signal was on and off all the time.

It was already midnight when Mirrocle saw the message. He wasn’t there when Larry died. And when he rushed back to City Guava, he didn’t even get to see Larry’s body. What he saw was an obituary posted by the company that Larry worked with.

Later, his senior brother said that Larry was still alive, but he couldn’t figure out where and how. His senior brother didn’t know whose birth date Mirrocle had given him, but after the news that Larry died came out, he said that there was a slim chance that Larry still survived. With that in mind, Mirrocle became less desperate.

Senior brother only knew that Larry wasn’t dead, but he couldn’t figure out the specifics, such as how he managed to survive and where he was, so Mirrocle had to find it out himself.

It was during that period of time that Murk found that he couldn’t stand it anymore. He could accept the fact that Mirrocle was never home most of the time to go for work, but this time Mirrocle was away for a man who didn’t even know him. Murk became so dispirited. He hated what Mirrocle was like, and for some reason he didn’t want to say, so he ran away from home.

Mirrocle asked himself. Did he…love Larry?

The answer should be yes. If he could save Larry’s life by giving up his own life, he would be more than happy to do it.

Mirrocle and June exchanged a glance, and the emotions their eyes conveyed were obscure, “Perhaps… it is not the blood of the one who loves him, but the blood of the one who he loves.”

Who was the person that Larry loved?

Secretly, neither of June or Mirrocle wanted Larry to be in love with anyone, but in the current situation, paradoxically, they hoped that the one that Larry loved was one of them.

“Meow meow? (It can’t be me, right?)” Murk meowed with fear and thought about the time when he was raped by Flower King, aka the chief of the stray cats in the east district of City Slaka .

Frost: …

June: …

Mirrocle: “What did it say?”

Frost: “That’s… a little unlikely.”

June: “I also think so.

Mirrocle: “Hey, hey, hey, did anyone hear me?! What did Murk say?”

Frost’s mouth twitched unnaturally, “He suspects that the little fox’s sweetheart is him.”

Mirrocle: “Hahaha, Murk, you…hahahahaha…you are so shameless.”

“Ouch! Stop it. I was wrong! I’m sorry. I was wrong!” The black cat clawed Mirrocle angrily.

Pretty soon, the atmosphere became serious and tense. Murk could be excluded, so among the four of them, only one person’s blood hadn’t been tested.

With the three of them staring at him, the look on Frost’s face was subtle. His voice was hoarse, but the message he sent out was clear. “There’s nothing special about my blood. It won’t be useful.”

Mirrocle wanted to refute it right away. ‘Come on, you really think that you are not special? You can understand it when animals talk. And you can see through the disguise. If you are not special, I will cut my head off.’

“Meow meow meow. (Even if you’re not the one, then we can’t find anyone else now. Dr. Frost, just have a try.)”

If Larry’s sweetheart wasn’t one of them, they would be truly screwed tonight.

Involuntarily, Frost remembered those nights and the cunning young man on his body, but…

“Meow! Meow-aaaah-ooooh~” (Just do it! We’ve got no time to waste!)

Though Mirrocle didn’t know what exactly Murk said, he knew that he was urging him. The three of them stared at him eagerly, and Frost hesitantly put one of his fingers on his canine tooth.

Murk stared at Frost’s fingertip and wished that he could bite it for him. Human teeth were not sharp enough indeed.

A drop of red blood appeared, and Frost no longer hesitated and pressed that drop of blood against the stone.