Eight-tailed fox!

It's still an extremely beautiful eight-tailed fox.

The fur was made of snow, and it was extremely bright.

The only regret is that it has a deep wound on its back, blood flowed all over its body, this injury is somewhat fatal, it slightly opens its small mouth, breathes rapidly, and its little belly falls together, wheezing heavily.

Ning Xuemo's heart was shocked, and she inexplicably had the illusion of meeting her old acquaintance in a foreign land.

Eight-tailed fox yes, is it the legendary Qingqiu fox clan?

Ning Xuemo has seen the story of the nine-tailed fox a lot in modern times, and she has a good impression of this creature.

Now seeing that the eight-tailed fox was seriously injured and fell here, she felt compassion and couldn't help but want to push aside the grass in front of her and walk over.

But her fingers passed through the grass, and she couldn't touch the grass at all!

She was stunned, is the scenery here virtual, or is she virtual?

She turned her mind and approached the fox again, who ignored her.

When Ning Xuemo bent down to hug it, her fingers passed through its body again.

She took two steps back, looked at her hands, and realized in a trance that she was probably imaginary, that she could see but not touch the things of this world.

She wanted to get out of here, but she didn't feel too worried about this injured fox, such a beautiful little thing, what if it was caught by a hunter?

The sound of a flute suddenly came down from the mountain peak in front of it.

The sound of the flute is extremely beautiful, smooth as flowing clouds and water, and as cold as ice water in a secluded spring. It makes people feel refreshed when they hear it!

The injured little fox's body trembled, and its two little ears were stunned.

Suddenly, he staggered to his feet from the grass and stumbled in the direction from which the sound of the flute came.

Ning Xuemo couldn't help but follow behind.

The injuries on the little fox's body didn't have time to be treated, and the blood spilled all over the ground, like blooming plum blossom petals on the ground, with a poignant beauty.

Ning Xuemo followed the fox, lest it would be seriously injured and fall down halfway.

It's not bad, the little fox is very persistent, and although he stumbled all the way, he still rushed there......

There were already a lot of birds and animals, grass-eaters, carnivores, mixed together.

They were all staring in one direction, each with a fascinated expression.

Ning Xuemo also looked in the direction they were staring at, and her heart jumped!

Emperor?!

On a strange mountain peak sat a man dressed in white.

The white clothes are like the clouds in the sky, the people are like the snow of the extreme peaks, the hair is like the flowing water waterfall, cold and indifferent, like the gods who look down on all beings.

He shouldn't have any mask on his face, but Ning Xuemo tried his best to see his face clearly. It should be separated by some kind of magic.

The man was playing a jade flute in his hand, and the wind lifted his coat and fluttered like a butterfly with wings.

The man looked attentive and looked careless about everything.

The sound of his flute caused hundreds of birds to whirl in the sky, and the beasts to shake lightly on the ground, as if they were all dancing to the sound of the flute.

At the end of the song, the man slowly got up, obviously not wanting to blow it anymore.

The birds and beasts were reluctant to disperse.

The little fox seemed to have come to listen to the tune, and when the man in white finished playing, he also turned around and wanted to leave.

But it probably lost too much blood, and as soon as it turned around, it stumbled and fell on its head.

The little fox whined twice, struggled on the ground for a few struggles, and tried to get up, but without success.

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