It's an older fox. Xylophone once saw it at an animal exhibition in Nanjing, and it was recognizable at a glance, it was a fox, and it was an old fox. It looked exactly like the legend, with a pointed chin, two long white hairs, purple-black lips, a red tail, black ears, and golden fur. There is not a single stray hair on the body, smooth and bright, like a fire burning in the winter snow. It was only then that it dawned on her. Xigui has nothing to tell a lie, and he did see it before he died, and it was this fire fox.

Xylophone suddenly became a little nervous, and his heart jumped wildly with it inexplicably. Many rumors and warnings flashed through my mind, either blessings and misfortunes, or disasters together, all condensed into a lump of hemp and filled my chest. The xylophone didn't have time to judge the fiction and reality, the truth and the falsehood, just stared at it dumbfounded, and its body was motionless.

The fox seemed to sense something. It stopped looking for food, turned its face like a Gaga, stared at the xylophone not far away with its dark and bright eyes, and did not have the slightest intention of panicking. They just looked at each other silently, looking at each other.

Time seems to have stood still. Everything around them was still, and it seemed that even the cold wind that was still raging just now had stopped, leaving only two hearts beating violently. This kind of confrontation has gradually evolved into a duel between two forces, a confrontation between two forces, and even a direct contest between two psychology. It only depends on the strength and weakness of each other's psychological determination. The strong should defeat the weak, and the weak have only one choice but to avoid fleeing.

At this point, time has lost its practical meaning to the xylophone. Or, time is gone. Only the burning fire on the other side is a real existence, the only existence that can be felt, touched, and evoked the inherent emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and so on. I don't know how long it took, maybe it was a moment of staring at each other, maybe it was an extremely long time, and the fox finally shook its tail as thick as a broomstick, and a smile seemed to appear on its face that was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. It turned around calmly and walked slowly towards the mountain, gradually disappearing among the trees and rocks on the hillside, and disappeared from the fiery red figure.

It wasn't until the fox was out of sight that the xylophone came to its senses. She moved her legs and feet, which were becoming more and more sore, and tried her best to recall the scene just now, and she felt like she was in a different world. I secretly wondered if I had really seen a fox and whether I had ever faced a fox face to face. After being stunned for a long time, she was a little unsure. Then I had some doubts about my memory and judgment.

Suddenly, the xylophone lost interest in taking a closer look at the shrine. She didn't come any closer to it, but dragged her heavy steps and slowly walked down the high hill, moving towards the village.

At this time, the surrounding scenery reappears with infinite vitality. The mountain wind still howled through the mountains and jungles, carrying a dull loud sound of "whirring" swept away, overflowing the ravines, passing through the villages, and galloping out of the mountains. All the light things were trembling, trembling with the wind, and they could not live in fear. [End of Chapter]