The speed was so fast, you could only see a pair of fluffy snow-white rabbit ears bouncing up and down. The small black shadow swished right to Baili An's cheek.
Shu Ci, who was lazily yawning with no defenses, only saw a rabbit leg with pink paw pads flying towards her, landing squarely on her fluffy fox head.
The next moment, the world spun, nosebleed spurted out, and the claw hooked on Baili An's shoulder scraped loudly, leaving a big gash.
Shu Ci flew backward like a rolling gourd, luckily landing on a soft bed, otherwise her butt would have been split into eight pieces.
As the head of the six rivers of the Demon Clan, Shu Ci had never suffered such disgrace.
She angrily lifted her big head, her beast teeth bared in anger, her fur bristling, looking at the little thing in front of her, ignorant and occupying her nest.
At this glance, she clearly saw the true form and origins of the little thing twitching its big ears on Baili An's shoulder.
