"Will it even work...?"
Hearing Master Fuli's proposal, Momo's face showed a doubtful, foxy expression.
After entering Spiritualization, if she devoutly recited the little fox's full name in her heart, she could quickly replenish Spiritual Particles?
Why did this pitch sound so much like something she'd seen on those crime‑law education programs on TV before.
"Would a big fox like me lie to you?" Ansheng's face was full of disdain as he lifted his little muzzle and cosplayed a woodpecker.
"Yes yes yes... please calm down, sir, have a bite of the drunken braised abalone I just made last night."
Momo chuckled, took a big glass bowl out of the fridge built into the bar counter; inside, the Huadiao wine was soaking the fresh abalone she'd prepped in advance.
Momo hoisted the little fox on her shoulder, picked up the drunken abalone and headed to a bathroom tucked in the corner of the basement.
