The Demon Clan is just like that, clinging to the strong and bullying the weak. Gu Shi Yi had gotten used to it; with a cold face, he glanced at the little foxes. These little foxes no longer hid themselves but jumped out, shook the fur on their bodies, lifted their heads, and with eyes as watery big as if they had hooks on them, stared at Gu Shi Yi,
"Pah, all fox spirits, not a single decent one among you!"
Our family's fox, however, is indeed a rare decent one!
The Red Fox on the back of the horse became furious, stood up, and bared its sharp teeth at the group of little foxes,
"Scram to the side, dare you compete with your mom for a person!"
The little foxes, bolstered by the middle-aged woman, paid no attention to the Red Fox's show of aggression; instead, they became even more flirtatious with Gu Shi Yi. Watching their coquettish gestures, Gu Shi Yi suddenly found the Red Fox a lot more likable. So, with a roll of her eyes, she said,
