You Hao emerged from the Dragon Grave, covered in dust and ash.
He sniffed the lingering scent of a fox in the air and scoffed, "Hmph! Qing Linghuan, show yourself!"
After a long wait, with no sign of Qing Linghuan, You Hao said, "Come out now, and I'll give you something nice!"
Still no response, You Hao sniffed the air again, "Qing Linghuan—"
Seeing that the fox still did not appear, You Hao sneered with contempt, "All schemes but no courage, a cowardly fox!"
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Qing Linghuan sneezed, "Definitely that old bird cursing me! Just wait till I get back, I'll kill him!"
Sally looked up at the dim sky and was reminded by Xiaomei about the serious air pollution caused by toxic gas.
Hearing Qing Linghuan's words, she was speechless, "Are you still fighting with You Hao?"
Rubbing his nose, Qing Linghuan replied, "Actually, we used to fight as kids. But as we grew up, we went our separate ways."
Sally teased, "Oh? Now you're sharing a mate, how does that feel?"
