Xuanji paused for a moment, as if remembering something, and softly said, "Strange, haven't you asked me that before? It feels so familiar... Have we, um, met before?"
Wuzhiqi chuckled slyly a few times and did not answer. Zi Hu pinched him hard from behind, causing him to grimace in pain, but he still couldn't remember what he had done to offend this capricious Little Fox. Oddly enough, the Little Fox used to be quite adorable and obedient. A thousand years apart had certainly changed her a lot.
Zi Hu pinched him for a while as if venting, then suddenly felt sorry for him and started crying while holding onto his ragged clothes. Wuzhiqi was at a loss due to her intermittent crying and laughing. He was usually an unrestrained spirit, only calming down when he saw a beauty, adopting a refined demeanor to approach them. However, this gentility was completely useless in front of Zi Hu. In his heart, the words 'beauty' and 'fox' simply didn't connect—fox was just fox to him.