This is the story of a doormat dragon and a nine-tailed fire fox who is loved by thousands of people.
This is another story about an arrogant devil and a perverted and tragic fire fox.
This is a story about a god who is full of black oil and loves another god who is full of black water.
Is it just true?
Why is that doormat dragon resisting?
Why is it that he is obviously a soy sauce guy and now he wants to kill the "pig's trotters" and stand up?
Why do people who are full of black oil have a heart like glass?
Sure enough, in chaos...