On the long street, the Fox Demon looked at the smiling Scholar opposite and couldn't help but mutter:
"How can one blame the fox when the family is so malicious?"
The Fox Demon raised his eyes to look at the Scholar opposite. The young man was still wearing a white-faced mask, which had no features except for the hollowed-out eyes, revealing his bright star-like eyes.
For some reason, although he couldn't see the other person's features clearly, the Fox Demon instinctively felt that the person opposite must have an extraordinary presence.
This unbidden excitement welled up in the Fox Demon, as if hot blood boiled from the depths of his heart, urging him to break through the mundane illusions and see the vast world, the bright stars and moon.
The Fox Demon subconsciously wanted to learn the other's smile, and more importantly, his charisma.
"I..." The Fox Demon smiled, his pointed mouth lifting upwards from both sides.
