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... t she died unexpectedly, and I was still young, so my aunt succeeded to become the new master of the fox clan."

"You, young?"

This graceful figure, this mature royal sister temperament, young?

"Compared to the lifespan of the fox clan, I am naturally young now. Of course, I am older than you, and it is easier to mature because I entered human society earlier. Otherwise, I am afraid I will be like your little girlfriend."

Lin Changan was thoughtful.

"Since you a ...

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