The Fate of Evil Spirits and Foxes

Ever since she was born and covered with fiery red fluff, her world has been different from others. She knew very well that this world was not hers. When she woke up from her dream, everything was empty and she seemed to be the only one left in the world. Maybe she was used to it. Even if she had her father's protection when she was young, it's a pity that most good people are short-lived. When she came to this ancient world, everything started over. She didn't like fighting, but the competitiveness and bloodthirsty in her bones didn't make her life any easier than before. The husband God had given her and the accompanying flock of warblers and swallows were nothing more than ants in her eyes. However, things don't seem to be as simple as she imagined for this person. . . Seemed as different as she was.