"If I'm not mistaken, Little Fox, you are the Divine Spirit the villagers spoke of!"
Wang Yue's big, bright black eyes stared intently at the girl.
"That's right, our Fox Race is the Divine Spirit that these mortals must worship! For hundreds of years, they have worshipped the tombstone we granted them night and day. But yesterday, it was destroyed, and they stopped worshipping our Fox Race. So I want them to die!"
The girl's face was icy as she spoke.
It's hard to imagine such cold and murderous words coming from a girl of thirteen.
"Yang, is this the little fox that Xiaoyueyue brought back?"
Ling Ying and Wang Ying looked at the girl in surprise.
"Yes, it is the same little fox that was injured by the Fierce Celestial King. She has become a spirit and can turn into a human!"
Yang Tian nodded.
"A spirit fox? My god, this is the modern age of science!"
Wang Ying was the first to express skepticism.
