The little fox was very sad.
Because he was packaged and sold by his father.
Sold to a man who calls himself Lord Pojun.
The little fox felt that he was not a divine king, but a divine stick.
But I have been sold, so I can only pretend that I am happy, right? Isn't this also a cunning experience?
Po Jun squatted on the ground and looked at the little fox who stood only as high as his thigh and said, "I will take you back to our memory."
The little fox tilted his head and said "hmm".
In fact, he was just pretending to agree very cunningly!
Look! He has learned to be cunning step by step!
Because the village elder's father said: "If the goods are shipped out, they will not be returned!"
You can't just be a wandering fox, right?
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