That Fox Is the Boss

Ms. Ning Qing, a thousand-year-old slacker, was sorting out her fox's belongings. I found a book with a sense of age and yellowed edges, which I found very strange. With the level of obsessive-compulsive disorder in her turtle-fur fox, this thing should have been thrown into the trash can long ago. Why is it here? Out of curiosity, she turned over and broke into a cold sweat. What he was talking about turned out to be a broken fox. Remember the little black tent? ! ? Thinking of the tossing and turning over the past few days, Ning Qing hugged the "little black tent" and held her waist, crying secretly. Could this dead fox have the demeanor of the King of Demons? ? ? Ps: I hope that Qianfan has passed through, but your original intention has not changed.