Chen Ying moved quickly, locking onto the little creature immediately and seizing the opportunity to strike, successfully restraining its neck.
When he was preparing to clear the bushes earlier, he had already put on thick gloves, which now served as protection. The little creature's sharp teeth bit fiercely into Chen Ying's hand, but fortunately, the gloves prevented the teeth from piercing through to the flesh.
"Don't be afraid, little one, I just want to ask you something."
No one is more familiar with the mountains than these natives.
The native before him was a fox, dark red with a hint of brown, its fur well-groomed and smooth, clearly a very clean and hygienic fox.
After biting him, the little fox seemed to sense the gentle aura emanating from him, quickly releasing its grip and making a "ying ying ying" sound.
"Did I scare you? I'm sorry, it wasn't on purpose."
The little creature's bristled fur finally softened, and it turned to lick the spot it had bitten.
