The sky was gloomy and the courtyard was secluded.
A hand appeared silently at the edge of the water tank, without any breath, and slowly but impatiently reached into the shadows, curled its fingers into claws, and suddenly grabbed the trembling tip of the tail.
Suddenly, a teasing voice sounded: "Whose fox tail is exposed?"
The young man looked up suddenly.
The rain on the wall was twisted and wavy, and Chase Rong, who had clearly left just now, appeared out of nowhere, sitting casually with one leg hanging down. He turned the gun in his hand, loaded it, and aimed at the young man's head.
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