"Master, there was a legendary story of the Nine-Tailed Fox. It said that the tails of the Nine-Tailed Fox held the power of life and that by cutting off one, it would be able to revive someone from death." The bitterness inside spread to every corner of her vessel.
"Master, please tell me; you didn't do that, did you?" She still held hope, hoping that what she thought was not true.
"Bang!!" Zhang Qingsheng's breath was sluggish, and his feet stumbled as his tall body slowly stepped away from her.
"No…I didn't…I didn't do it. All of these are nonsense! I'm not a Nine-Tailed Fox!" He kept shaking his head, refusing to admit this.
"If my thoughts are nonsense, do you dare to show me your tail?" She stepped forward, forcing him into the corner of the rock wall.
At this moment, she wasn't different from a bad villain who was forcing someone to admit everything in her own way.