Fox Qiao's shoulder looked like porcelain, turning into a web-like pattern.
"Ah!"
A tragic scream echoed.
Qin An's expression was as calm as a lake, pressing Fox Qiao to the ground: "Sacrificial hands?"
The fist rose, causing a gust of wind.
Before Fox Qiao could react, she saw Qin An's fist land on her right claw.
The right claw shattered, following the fate of the left claw.
"Die, die, die!"
Fox Qiao's eyes were bloodshot.
Even if she killed Qin An, she would be rendered useless, fearing she would never be valued by the Fox Mother again.
If so, then she would perish together.
The white fox tail blocked out the sky and entwined Qin An's waist and abdomen.
Fox Qiao bared her sharp teeth, biting toward Qin An's neck.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound erupted, and Fox Qiao felt as if she had bitten into a piece of iron, her fangs shattered and scattered.
Qin An's Gang Qi surrounded him like clouds, clicking his tongue: "Your teeth weren't sacrificially refined, does it hurt?"
