Eight-tailed fox!

It's still a very beautiful one

The fur on the body looks like it is made of snow, extremely bright.

The only regret is that there is a wound deep within the bones on its back, and blood flows all over its body. The injury is a bit fatal. It opens its small mouth slightly, breathes rapidly, and its belly falls and pants violently.

Ning Xuemo was shocked and had the illusion of meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

The Eight-tailed Fox, is it the legendary Qingqiu Fox Clan?

Ning Xuemo has read many stories about the Nine-tailed Fox in modern times and has a good impression of this creature.

Now seeing the eight-tailed fox falling here seriously injured, she felt pity and couldn't help but want to push away the grass in front of her and walk over.

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

She was stunned. Is the scenery here empty or is it empty?

She turned her mind and approached the fox again, which turned a blind eye to her.

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

She took two steps back and looked at her hands, and realized that she was probably empty, and she could see but couldn't touch things in this world.

She wanted to leave here, but she was not very relieved that this injured fox was such a beautiful little thing, what if it was caught by a hunter?

The sound of a flute suddenly came from the mountain in front of him.

The sound of the flute was extremely beautiful, as smooth as the flowing clouds and water, as cold as the secluded springs and ice water. It made people feel refreshed when they heard it!

The injured little fox shook his body and his two little ears were stunned.

Suddenly he stood up from the grass and ran over in the direction of the sound of the flute.

Ning Xuemo couldn't help but follow him.

The wound on the little fox had no time to deal with it, and blood spilled all over the ground, like blooming plum petals blooming on the ground, with a kind of desolate beauty.

Ning Xuemo followed the fox, fearing that it would fall down in pain in the middle.

Not bad, the little fox is very persistent, and although he stumbles all the way, he still arrives there...

There were already many birds, animals, grass-eating, and carnivorous, mixed together.

They were not in conflict with each other. They were all staring in one direction, and each expression was fascinated.

Ning Xuemo also looked in the direction they were staring at, and his heart thumped!

Emperor?!

A man in white sat on a strange mountain.

White clothes are like flowing clouds in the sky, people are like snow on the peaks, like waterfalls, cold and indifferent, like gods looking down at all living beings.

He shouldn't have any mask on his face, but Ning Xuemo tried his best to see his appearance. What kind of magic should have been used to separate it.

The man was holding a jade flute and was playing. The wind blew up his clothes, dancing like a butterfly spreading his wings.

The man looked focused and seemed careless about anything.

His flute sound caused a hundred birds to dance in the sky, and the beasts to shake gently on the ground, as if they were dancing in conjunction with the sound of the flute.

After the song ended, the man slowly stood up, obviously not wanting to sing again.

The birds and beasts dispersed reluctantly.

The little fox seemed to be here to listen to the music. After the man in white finished playing, it turned around and wanted to leave.

But it probably lost too much blood. As soon as it turned around, it staggered and fell.

The little fox whined twice, and his body struggled a few times on the ground. He tried to get up but failed.
Chapter completed!