Noticing the extraordinary changes in herself, Lin Ying walked to the mirror and looked at the reflection. She was stunned to find a pair of fox ears on her head, and turned her head to check her rear.
The clothes that usually covered part of her butt were now unnaturally bulging. Lin Ying reached in and pulled out a fluffy, furry tail from her pants, her face full of confusion.
"Why have I turned into a fox?"
Looking at her slightly altered face, Lin Ying could feel the corners of her eyes lifting slightly. What should have accentuated a dignified and simple look suddenly inexplicably became a bit more charming, and she could sense that something about her had become peculiar.
She couldn't pinpoint exactly what was strange, only that an endless surge of power was flowing through her.
Lin Ying frowned and extended her arm, lifting the decorative table at the door with one hand. The hundreds of pounds seemed as light as a badminton racket to her now.
"Crash—"
