For a long time, Qin Feng thought he had adapted to urban life.
Unexpectedly, seeing Su Xiaojiu in a palace skirt tonight still stirred his longing for retreat and cultivation.
He couldn't help but sigh with an unrelated answer, "The mortal world is good, but it is ultimately not my place to stay!"
Su Xiaojiu raised her delicate eyebrows, glanced at him, and said, "You big wood, I asked if it looks good or not, why are you talking nonsense!"
Qin Feng laughed, "Of course it looks good. You're so beautiful, you look good in anything!"
He said this without the slightest insincerity.
If it comes to allure, no one compares to Su Xiaojiu.
She is a genuine Fox Spirit; her ancestors once captivated King Zhou himself, so her charm is naturally extraordinary.
Su Xiaojiu smiled satisfactorily, sat beside him, and fiddled with her little feet, "My master said, this time you have a great calamity to endure. If I were you, I'd definitely pack up and go hide somewhere!"
