Long Fuyue looked at it with a smile: "Why? I can throw my things if I want!"
"Nonsense, where is yours? These things are all mine!" The little fox's face was full of anger, and the fur on his body almost stood up with anger.
Feng Qianyu stood calmly where it appeared and said coolly: "I didn't expect a fox to be so greedy for money. However, these things all belong to my third brother. When did they become yours?"
The fox seemed stunned, and stared at Feng Qianyu for a while with his green fox eyes: "You really look a bit like that dead guy... Humph, it's your third brother's, not yours. Why do you think so?"
What to burn?”
Feng Qianyu said calmly: "I have no right to burn it, so you have no right to occupy it! Tell me, is my third brother's death related to you?" With this last sentence, he almost sounded stern.[
The little fox was startled, trembled slightly, and shook its little head. The fox had a look of disdain on his face: "Your third brother died suddenly because he was drained by wine and sex. It has nothing to do with me.
nor."
"Then why are you here?" Feng Qianyu didn't intend to let it go.
"You, third brother, caught my fox grandson while hunting. I came to this palace to save it. After rescuing the fox grandson, I originally planned to teach your third brother a lesson, but before I could do anything, he
Just burped..." The little fox looked very confident.
"So, you are responsible for all the troubles in the palace?" Feng Qianyu squinted at it.
"Hmph, your third brother almost killed my grandson Hu, so it's only natural that he use these family properties to compensate me..."
"Smelly fox, he almost killed your grandson, so he should use all his family property to compensate. Then you almost killed me just now, should you also compensate me?" Long Fuyue, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly joined in.
One sentence.
The little fox rolled its green eyes and snorted: "I don't want to kill you, I just want to scare you away. So those zombies and female ghosts are all my traps.
Who would have thought that instead of running away, you, a stinky girl, would try to steal something in my house... I will only send out real zombies when I get angry."