She called her "Old Fox",
She called her "Sister Mei".
She used her to make money.
It is euphemistically called "people die for money."
And she, close to her,
It also has another purpose.
Since each of them takes what they need,
And be wary of each other.
They create each other, destroy each other, repel each other, and entangle each other.
"Old fox, you're not really dead, are you?"
"I still have a breath, waiting to hear your final confession."
"Oh." Someone replied thoughtfully.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"Don't you still have a breath? I'm going to find a tanner. The skin peeled alive is more valuable. Don't waste this time.
He's wearing a thousand-year-old white fox fur. "
"Haha, you won't succeed." After saying that, someone took a hard bite on his smooth shoulder and back, and suddenly
It's just a flash of bright red where the skin is torn apart.
"Things that harm others and do not benefit oneself are indeed meat-eaters. Forget it, you can't sell them at a good price anyway. Peel them out.
I'll wear a shawl myself. "