C198 Eight Trigrams of Fox King

After digging the hole, the fox raised its head and looked at Ling Mochen. It blinked its pale golden eyes at him as if it was reaping the credit, then moved its fox ears and raised its tail.

Ling Mochen squatted down and took out a handkerchief from his chest to wipe off the dirt on the fox's claws. Ling Mochen stroked the fox's fur with a rewarding smile