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"Not talk about money?"
"Then if I asked you to date me, would you agree?"
Russell looked at Feixiao, pondered for a moment, and spoke.
"Of course not."
A flicker of surprise appeared on the fox's face like dew suddenly emerging in the morning light, then vanished in an instant. She put her hands on her hips and spoke proudly.
Feixiao was an atavistic individual. As one, she would sooner or later completely turn into a beast because of "Moon Frenzy," unable to distinguish friend from foe. When that day came, she would end her own life.
"Adults should know better than to trouble others."
"Besides, your taste is a little awful."
She rubbed her neck, smacked her lips, and looked at Russell as though he were some kind of freak.
"Normal people should be making moves on Tingyun."
"I'm telling you, Tingyun is famous throughout Yaoqing. Unlike someone like me, who became famous because I'm a general, she became famous purely through her beauty and scheming. She's perfect wife material."
At that point.
The white fox simply took a step toward Russell, wrapped an arm around his neck, and spoke with a sly tone in her voice.
Who knew whether this fox's soul had flown beneath the Tree of Bitterness while she had been delirious with pain, where she had undergone training among a group of matchmaker foxes? Everything she said carried the air of someone randomly pairing people up.
"Need me to build you a bridge?"
"I don't think most girls would like someone who beats them up with a little steel rod in the middle of the night."
Russell gave a concise assessment. He really had beaten Tingyun up before.
"Unless—"
Russell reached out, pushed this third-rate matchmaker off his shoulder, and