What does mere mud count for?
It's just a bit of wind and frost!
"Soon! Soon! The days until you, Fox Spirit, are suppressed are not far away." Zhang Chen wiped away the mass of rotten 'wind and frost' on his forehead, constantly encouraging himself in his heart.
He now truly felt it would be soon!
Zhang Chen stood at the door, watching the rainwater trickling down the straw, wiping the mud off his face, feeling speechless about the Fox Spirit. At this moment, he really wanted to grab the Fox Spirit's head and ask: "Can you be more mature? Is it fun to mess around like this every day?"
So childish!
Simply a childish fool!
"How can I be angry with a childish fool!" Zhang Chen grumbled, then washed off the mud on his face with the rainwater, before stepping into the house swiftly, taking off his wet clothes, and falling back into bed with his eyes closed.
