The next morning, the five-tailed Fox opened its eyes and saw Yun chujiu bared her little white teeth at it:
“Fox Lady, Good Morning!”!
“ERM, do you still have the deer blood from yesterday?”? “I don’t have deer blood, rabbit blood, or wolf blood. If it really doesn’t work, Fox Blood is fine as well. I’m Not Picky.”
The five-tailed fox:”...”
What kind of trick was this brat playing? Could it be that she really found out something fishy and was beating it up? Otherwise, why would she emphasize Fox Blood?
The five-tailed Fox could not help but feel a little apprehensive. It seemed that she had underestimated this brat. She was the reincarnation of a ten-thousand-year-old scourge. How could she not have any ability? !
It seemed that she had to be careful. Otherwise, she might raise a stone and hit herself in the foot.