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Yun Lan and the Eight-Tailed Spirit Fox, who had disembarked early, wandered around the night market in the North Sea. Looking at the hawkers on both sides of the street, Yun Lan couldn't help but think of the Seventh Day Festival in China.

"Woman, what are you laughing about? I'm hungry."

The Eight-Tailed Spirit Fox lay in front of a bun house, refusing to leave no matter what. Helplessly