C143 Spirit Control

This was a jet-black fox, its fur flawless and pure. If not for its white eyes, you might think it was carved from a single piece of obsidian. It sat on the table, its eyes darting around as it watched Su Luo. Finding it irresistibly cute, Su Luo reached out to touch its tail.

“Careful,” Yan Xiuchuan warned.

The fox moved faster than his words, its paw brushing against Su Luo’s skin