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"why aren't you a snow lake?"

Yang Zimei reached out to touch its hairy head and said sadly, "I don't know if someone will protect the snow lake when it suffers from natural calamity."

Just now, she was so desperate that she was not afraid of thunder and roof beams. She held on to the clay Bodhisattva, thinking that the fox was a snow lake and wanted to protect it from this disaster.

Who knows, is another fox, inevitably sad.

White fox stretched out and snow lake, hairy claws, put up on her wrist, small eyes full of gratitude.

"What's your name?"

Although it is not a snow lake, after all, it is the same kind of snow lake, looking at it, she can also slightly ease the missing of snow lake.

White fox blinked, looked at her, and wrote two words on the ground with his claws: ripple.

These two characters are written in Xiaozhuan, and they are very beautiful. This surprised Yang Zimei. He did not expect that foxes could write.

"Your name is Lianyi?"

White fox nods.

"Can you speak?"

White fox shook his head and wrote four words on the ground again with his claws: I can write.

"Did you just suffer a disaster?" Yang Zimei thought of the three thunderbolts of fear just now and asked.

White fox nodded and continued to write on the ground: Thank you for saving me.

"You're welcome. I thought you were another fox just now, so I sacrificed myself to save it."

Yang Zimei said helplessly, reaching out to feel the place on her head that was broken by tiles. The blood stopped flowing, but her hair was stained with the smell of blood, which made her feel uncomfortable.

Crus was hit by the crossbeam on the place still painful, reached out to knead.

White fox continues to write on the ground: or thank you, without you, I can't avoid this disaster.

Yang Zimei thought of the snow lake again and said that it was going to face the third natural calamity. He continued to ask, "are you all going to suffer three natural disasters? How many times have you met now? "

"The first time." White fox wrote on the ground.

"Would it be terrible for the third time?" Yang Zimei asked nervously.

White fox's small face appeared incomparably frightened expression, on the ground wrote: very terrible, I hope I don't meet.

Terrible?

Yang Zimei's heart was heavy again.

What about snow lake?

Can it survive?

Yang Zimei stood up and looked around blankly and murmured: "dead snow lake, why are you so stupid? No matter how terrible I am, I can face it with you. Maybe, I can protect you

The white fox named Lianyi suddenly jumped into her arms.

Yang Zimei unconsciously hugged it, and then put it down.

The Taoist temple was cut into this shape by thunder. She had to find someone to clean up and repair it.

If the master came back and saw such a pile of ruins, how heartache it would be?

"Lianyi, I'm going down the mountain to find someone to repair the Taoist temple. Where are you going?" Yang Zimei asked Bai Hu.

"Can I be with you?" White fox wrote on the ground, a pair of black eyes blinking at her, people can not refuse.

Yang Zimei couldn't refuse.

She bent over to pick it up and went down the mountain to find a carpenter and cement craftsman in the village. She paid a lot of money for them to repair the Taoist temple.

Money can make ghosts move the mill. What's more, it is a matter of boundless merit to cultivate Taoist temples. Those craftsmen naturally agreed to repair the Taoist temples within one month, and all the clay sculptures in the Taoist temples were molded into gold bodies.

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