C152 The most hated people

Zi Mao was already at a loss for words. He looked at the bright colored blood fox tattoo on my chest, looked at the nine tail of a fox on my back that seemed to be both real and illusory, and finally looked at the Blood Evil Talisman on his brother's head.

"Brother, why did the Celestial Fox Immortal run onto him?"

Zi Mao wasn't the only one who couldn't understand what was going on