Chapter 771

Ning Xuemo's white robe appeared in front of him. The man didn't know when he would go down the mountain and walk towards the direction where the little fox was.

She can't help jumping in her heart! Should the man help the fox?

After all, the little fox was so hurt that he came to listen to his music. It can be said that he was half a confidant. What's more, the little fox was so cute!

The white robe drifted by on the grass. A thread of Robe corner even touched the little fox's head, but the man did not stop! It didn't stop!

Ning Xuemo clenched her fist!

Cold blood! It's too cold and bloody!

”Ooh "The little fox also gave a low cry in the grass. A pair of black eyes like jewels looked at the back of the man who left quietly, and then lowered his head.

He closed his eyes and gasped for a while, then turned around and walked slowly in the other direction.

It walked very slowly, and Ning Xuemo followed it. She felt that her perspective seemed to be that of the little fox. She saw what she saw

Suddenly, the fox stumbled, fell to the ground and fainted.

Even Ning Xuemo follows the darkness in front of her!

When the darkness in front of her disappeared, Ning Xuemo found that she had changed her place.

There was a bonfire in front of him. The man in white beside the bonfire was sitting on a bluestone. He was carrying the eight tail fox in his hand.

The fox's four little claws were folded in front of his chest. When he caught them, he opened his eyes in a daze.

When I saw the white man's face, my eyes brightened, and I stretched out my little claw to hook his cuff

The man held it in his hand and looked at it for a moment with his big eyes and small eyes. The pale lip corners seemed to be slightly hooked: "we have eaten a lot of meat, but we haven't eaten fox meat. I don't know what it's like. Although the little fox is a little thin, the thin meat may be more powerful."

He looked at it as if it were a wild rabbit. The fox was stiff and suddenly struggled in his hand!

The man didn't seem to be on guard. He broke free from the ground. The fox rolled on the ground, jumped up and ran away.

Also afraid that the man grasps it to eat the meat, it small claw flicks, released a light red ray of light, hit toward that man!

As soon as the sleeve of the man's robe flicked, the light red light turned invisible. He waved again, and the fox, who had just run three or four feet away, flew back to his palm.

"And some magic?" The man took it to his eyes again. "Can you talk?"

The fox closed his eyes and pretended to die.

"I don't seem to have opened my mind yet. I can finally eat fox meat." The man's voice is faint, but it seems that he sentenced the fox to death directly.

The man stretched out his hand, and a cold shining knife flashed in the palm. He made a stroke on the little fox. It seemed that he was looking for the place to cut it.

The little fox was afraid at last, and suddenly opened his mouth: "Fox meat is not delicious, it is sour!" The voice was tender and tender, with a soft childish voice.

The man seems to be a little regretful, but he is still unmoved: "the meat is sour, but the fur is also good. Maybe I can peel off this skin to make a sleeve tube..."

Are you going to be skinned?!

The little fox's body was stiff again. He saw the knife in his hand shaking and shaking in front of him. Suddenly, the little fox raised his little claw without saying a word and went to him!