Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

Blood gushed out, dyeing the snow-white claws red.

Lian Shan couldn't speak, he could only make a 'cluck' sound in his throat, and his eyes were round.

How can it be…

Isn't that fox already...

He didn't even think about it, the sword in his hand fell to the ground, and his body leaned straight forward.

The little fox also loosened its paws, fell off him, fell on the grass, and stopped moving again.

—As if the jump just now had exhausted all his strength.

Lianshan fell, and the body fell on Taoyao's body.

The young man was still biting his arm firmly, wishing to tear the flesh off together.

After a while.

It wasn't until the blood on Lian Shan's body spread out on the ground that he regained his senses and hurriedly retreated to the side.

Looking at the pure white dumpling not far away, he got up and stumbled towards the little fox.

He knelt down beside her, stretched out his hand slowly, his fingertips trembled slightly, trying to pick her up.

Of course.

His fingertips had not yet touched her body.

Then I heard a cold drink, "Go away!"

The little fox slowly opened his eyes, his jewel-colored blue eyes glowed with dim light, and the chill spread, as if seeping into his heart all the way.

The boy's hand jerked.

Facing the girl's indifference and hostility, her heart twitched violently again.

The young man pursed his lips, with a pleasing smile on his face, he stretched out his hand again, "Zhen Zhen, you are injured, shall I pick you up and heal your wounds?"

The little fox's blood-stained body moved and crawled forward with great difficulty.

"Go away! I don't want to see you!"

The boy's eyes were slightly red and swollen, his voice was choked, and his words were filled with tears, "Zhen Zhen, I know you hate me, but..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Bai Zhen coldly.

"Hate?" She smiled lightly, "Why should I hate someone who has nothing to do with it?"

Xiao Taozi's eyes widened slightly, and her eyes instantly turned red.

Although he had restrained himself, the tears kept pouring out, hot and big.

It seems to burn the skin when it hits the hand.

Because of the heart.

It was so uncomfortable.

That kind of feeling like being held down by a boulder, unable to push away, and breathless.

Depressed and dull.

Painful and numb.

"Before I don't want to kill, get away as far as possible."

The little fox whispered a little exhausted, and his blood-stained claws drew a blood-colored line between the two. "If we meet again later, either you will die, or I will die!"

The young man froze in place.

Tears welled up in her beautiful eyes.

He even forgot to raise his hand to wipe it.

The girl's words echoed in her mind over and over again, and every word was like a sharp blade, piercing her heart fiercely.

long silence.

The little fox crawled forward slowly and laboriously.

The young man knelt beside him, his head drooping deeply, motionless, only a few strands of hair fluttered in the wind.

He clenched his fists tightly.

The lips that were originally bright red have lost their blood at this moment.

He finally stood up staggeringly.

He bowed deeply to the little fox.

That one leaned over with gratitude, apology, and repentance.

All kinds of emotions and tastes mixed together.

The rest, only bitterness.

She said that if you like someone, you just want to be nice to him and give him the best.

She brought him joy and taught him to love.

She accompanied him to watch the rainbow and thunder, the breeze and the fog, the day and night, which gave him hope for tomorrow.

She lit a lamp for him, bright and warm.

He accidentally turned off the lamp that belonged to her.