"Wu." The little fox clambered at his clothes.
Duan Yue's lips could not help but reveal a faint smile.
That instant, the iciness pervading his eyes dissipated.
"Sigh." He sighed as he picked up the little fox and set it on his shoulder. He patted it and said, "Chestnut, if Qiaoqiao saw how cute you look right now, she definitely won't like you anymore."
Chestnut ruffled his clothes and pointed at the sky and at the ground with its paw in protest.
"Tsk, isn't it just advancing to eight tails? Yet you can't transform anymore and even lost the ability to speak."
"Wu, wu!!" The little fox was totally pissed. This unreliable master was actually disdaining him? So infuriating!
So it was his fault?
If this master of his didn't just suddenly start absorbing this whatever demon emperor's bloodline out of nowhere, would he have advanced to become an eight-tailed heavenly fox?
