She took out the fox pendant.
He stroked the sleeping little fox.
Yan Jiu: "Your good fortune has arrived."
After she finished speaking, she looked around, searching for something that could make the white fox hide so quickly.
Finally, Yan Jiu's gaze fell on the oil paintings hanging every few steps on the corridor wall.
The more you look at the unremarkable oil painting, the more jarring it becomes.
The talisman fire danced at Yan Jiu's fingertips, just as Yan Jiu was about to place the talisman fire onto the oil painting.
A scream erupted from Zhenichka.
The live stream chat was completely clear.
I knew it.
[A moment of silence, may you rest in peace.]
Doesn't anyone think Master Jiu is cold-blooded?
[Come on, is Ninja the father or the mother of Renica? Is it really necessary to protect him so closely?]
Why not do something that can be easily done to help?
Why are there so many saints everywhere? Here's what we'll do: you give us money and we'll appeal to Master Jiu to save us.
Yan Jiu was unaware of the comments in the live stream.
She turned off the live stream.
He shrank the distance to reach Zhenichka's side.
With his hands clutching his throat, Zhenichka, despite being oxygen-deprived and about to suffocate, wore a smile on his face.
Yan Jiu was about to reach out.
Renicka died.
Yan Jiu looked at the painting closest to Zhenichka. The fluctuations on the painting had not yet subsided. Yan Jiu took the opportunity to throw a ball of fire over it. The next second, a piercing, sharp sound came from the painting.
A white fox, whose body was not covered by its pure white fur, fell out of the oil painting. She transformed into human form, and her long hair, which should have been like a waterfall, seemed to have been completely plucked out.
The white fox was covered in bruises, and not a single patch of her exposed skin was unharmed. She weakly said, "Please don't kill me."
Yan Jiu remained unmoved.
There was absolutely no compassion.
They even threw another ball of fire.
The white fox retreated in fear, staring dumbfounded in Yan Jiu's direction.
She didn't understand; she had already pretended to be so pitiful, so why did they still hit her?
Does the person in front of me have no heart?
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