Midnight.

It was dark everywhere, and the dark sky hung a crescent moon, and the moonlight was cold white and bright.

The fine rain falls and condenses into a thin layer of water vapor, forming a faint layer of mist in front of people's eyes.

The lights standing tall on the side of the road shed a faint yellow and hazy light, and the dark sky flashed with dazzling silver electricity from time to time, sometimes dark and sometimes bright.

A roar of thunder roared down.

"Boom—"

The black Maybach driving on the road suddenly braked, the tires of the car rubbed sharply against the ground, making a sharp stopping sound, and a puff of white smoke and heat came out in the wet and cold air.

There was a "bang", as if it had hit something, and the body shook suddenly.

The car stopped.

The man in the back seat of the Maybach who was originally closing his eyes and was pretending to sleep, opened his thick eyelashes, his obsidian eyes were intertwined in the dark light and shadow, his thin lips opened lightly, and his voice was low and cold, "What's the matter?"

The driver was shocked, turned his head and said, "Fourth master, it seems that I hit a cat." ”

It was very dark, the rain curtain was blurred, and the driver saw a white ball jumping in front of the car.

However, I am sure that I hit it.

"Fourth master, I'll go down and take a look. ”

"Go ahead. ”

In the dim light and shadow, only the man's beautiful and fair jaw curvature, beautiful lips, slender neck, snow-white collar, and indifferent voice like a violin are elegant.

The driver opened the car door, did not pay attention to the umbrella, against the wet and cold drizzle, went around to the front of the Maybach, only to see a white ball curled up, shivering on the wet ground, the snow-white fur was drenched by the rain into wisps, and a few traces of blood slowly flowed out under it, looking extremely pitiful.

"I'm sorry, if I had been careful with my car, you little guy wouldn't have suffered such a big crime. ”

When the driver reached middle age, his compassion grew, and he bent down to hug the "cat".

"Cats" struggled.

It showed its sharp little claws, but it was too seriously injured to have any strength, and scratched the back of the driver's hand twice, but it did not leave any traces, and it did not have any deterrent effect.

In the end, the "cat" could only resign himself to the man in the back seat of the Maybach who was respectfully hugged by the driver and slowly lowered the window.

"Fourth master, you see, it's still alive, and they all say that cats have nine lives, which must be true. ”

Cat?!

"Cats" are angry.

This girl is a dignified nine-tailed white fox clan, you mortal dare to say that I am-

Cat?!

It's too humiliating for the little vixen!

Yan Yu was angry.

It's just that she was so badly injured and so weak that she couldn't even maintain her human form, let alone open her mouth to protest.

The driver said: "Fourth master, this cat was hit and injured, how to say it is also my fault, cats are psychic by nature, I want to take them back and raise them, which can be regarded as accumulating virtue for the old lady, what do you think?"

The tail of the man's eyes in the back seat drooped slightly, and in the half-light and half-dark light and shadow, he outlined a bit of noble and bewildering taste, and his ink-like eyes swept over the little fox, and he opened his mouth in a gorgeous bass, "Take it." ”

The little fox shook his ears.

The voice......

It's so nice.

The driver took out a clean and snow-white towel, wrapped the little fox's wet body, put her in the back seat, rubbed her little head, and said:

"Kitten, you are obedient and obedient, and I will give you medicine and bandage when I get home. ”

Yan Yan, "......"

You're the cat, and your whole family is a cat!

#我, the nine-tailed white fox, the super fierce #

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[The heroine Little Fox is inspired by the recent TV series Xiao Po Shu.] The female protagonist was hit by the male protagonist's car on a rainy night and picked it up, and it was once written in an old book of 18 years. Finally, foxes love chickens, and our little fox spirits love to eat chicken legs. ］