Gu Shi Yi squinted his eyes, stroking his chin as he watched the woman in white robes, who looked like a demented man, gripping hands with the Third Young Miss. Then, with a forceful push, he shoved his face against the Red Fox's face. The Red Fox tried to dodge left and right, staunchly unwilling to comply,
"What does that person want to do? Does he want the Third Young Miss to die or ruin her reputation?"
To them, the bystanders, it might not seem concerning, but at that moment, the Red Fox was feeling quite uncomfortable. It was just a small fox spirit that had lived for a hundred years; the only natural spell it knew was this minor Illusion Technique. It could transform into the Third Young Miss alright, but kissing a Cursed Spirit was more than it could bear!
Such a formidable Cursed Spirit could suck a human's soul with just a mouthful; wouldn't it be the same for itself?
