Hooking a clawed finger, the white fox irritably scribbled on the ground, trying to vent the stifling frustration in her heart that never seemed to lessen... Damn it, damn it, damn it!
She had almost managed to forget that bastard, yet today she had suddenly sensed traces of his reappearance. The mark she had once left on Jiu Ming was still there, and as for Jiu Ming, since the thing had never caused him any unusual effects, he had gradually forgotten all about it...
Upon sensing the mark, the white fox naturally recalled all those encounters after meeting Jiu Ming that had filled her with rage. He was practically her nemesis. If she had never met that guy, her spiritual body would never have been forcibly twisted into a human shape, leaving even her sense of beauty somewhat warped...
Some of her own kind used to look rather pleasing to the eye. Now, there was not a single one she found pleasing! Sure enough, she still found herself the most pleasing to look at.
Lowering her head, the white fox darted her clear, gleaming eyes from side to side. After confirming there were no others of her kind nearby, she nodded and slightly opened her mouth. A voice that did not belong to a fox emerged from it.
"Cough... cough cough, damn it... so, so hard." After uttering only a few simple words, the white fox could no longer bear the dry discomfort of making her vocal cords vibrate in a special way to imitate human speech. After coughing a few times, she irritably clawed the graffiti on the ground into a mess, then flopped straight down. Forget it. No more practicing. Sleep!
Even while asleep, the white fox's constantly swishing tail clearly advertised just how foul her mood was...