My favorite nine-tailed fox sister is a love brain. When I found her, she only had one tail left. She was really stupid to give up so much for one person, so I asked the man she fell in love to kill her with my own hands. When I was caught by the emperor's people, it was late autumn, and the maple leaves dotted the entire mountain forest, which was extremely beautiful. I sat leisurely in the golden cage, stroking the nine tails behind me, with picturesque eyebrows and beautiful eyes. The young general stared at me coldly and said, "Cut off her tail!" Looking at his trap, I raised the corner of my mouth. Was it his masterpiece or mine?
