Zhao Fujin's eyes curved with a smile, and she genuinely liked the white fox locked in the iron cage, so she crouched down, wanting to play with it.
But the white fox was like a cat with its fur standing on end, tail raised, taking a defensive stance, baring its teeth, and making a sharp sound.
"Be good, I won't hurt you." Zhao Fujin said in a friendly tone.
"Elder sister, its leg seems to be injured."
Chen Mo pointed to its back right leg.
The white fox's fur was pure white and looked extremely soft, with a pair of lively big eyes that didn't seem wild at all. However, the fur on its back leg was completely red.
"Really." Zhao Fujin followed Chen Mo's pointing and then frowned, "This clearly is an injury from that evil spirit.
Younger brother, let's take it back and apply some medicine to it."
