Until the evening when everyone sat around the fire, the fox was lying in the hammock, her skirt was fluttering with the wind, and she kept changing her movements, sometimes half-exposed ****, sometimes upturned ****, in short, it was all kinds of flirting.

"Demon King, I didn't say you, you don't dislike this kind of vixen, and you really get along with her?" I ate barbecue and said to the demon king: "There can be a phoenix in the pheasant's nest, just her, at most there is a phoenix hair."

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