It's past nine o'clock in the evening.

Fox croaking on the couch watching TV, and before you know it, she fell asleep.

Cat Meow came out of the room, looked at her faintly for a while, and then picked up the remote control board and turned off the TV.

"This face is really beautiful. ”

Little Meow squatted in front of the fox, staring at the flawless face, and muttered with some jealousy.

She decided to take a good look at this face, and when the time comes, it will become exactly the same, and then her breasts will become bigger, her buttocks will become more warped, and they will each become taller, and I believe that Childe will like it.

While the cat meow was carefully observing the fox's face, the fox was frowning unconsciously, and was having a strange dream.

In her dream, she suddenly turned into a snow-white little fox.

She huddled pitifully in a dark corner, shivering.

It was a cell.

Occasionally, someone walks by outside and stuffs in a rough steamed bun, or some water.

One day, the cell door suddenly opened and a teenager walked in.

The boy took a broom and began to clean the cell.

She opened her eyes wide, trying to see the young man's appearance clearly, but she couldn't see clearly.

The boy was vague, but familiar.

When the boy had finished cleaning his cell, he withdrew.

The image in front of me suddenly disappeared, and another one appeared.

There are thousands of miles of glaciers, snow-capped mountains are towering, and on the top of the snow-capped mountains, there is a dream palace made of ice and jade.

She was dressed in a snow-white fox fur and stood in the falling attic.

A teenager walked behind him, slowly hugged her slender waist, put his mouth to her ear, blew hot air, and spoke in his mouth.

She couldn't hear what the boy was saying, and she didn't know the boy.

But for some reason, she didn't resent this young man being close to him and being held by him, but she would be very happy and happy.

She felt that this young man was very familiar, very familiar, like her relatives, but for a while, she couldn't call his name and couldn't see his face clearly.

When she turned around, tilted her head, and held the young man's face in both hands, trying to take a closer look, there was a sudden flicker in front of her eyes, and the picture disappeared again.

Blood, blood everywhere.

The boy's blood, and her blood, the boy was fighting for her until death.

Then, she saw a crystal coffin, and in the coffin lay a beautiful girl in a white dress, and that girl was her.

Is she dead?

She looked at her dead self and was at a loss in her heart.

The boy suddenly appeared, standing in front of the crystal coffin, looking at her affectionately, holding her cold little hand, caressing her beautiful and cold cheeks.

The boy's face was full of tears.

She also had tears on her face.

The screen flickered and he returned to his cell.

The boy took a broom into the cell, and was thrown to the ground by the beautiful girl, who bit the boy the neck, and then lied to him with a smile, "You are poisoned, you can only be detoxified by kissing your mouth."

Without waiting for the boy to refuse, she held him down and began to kiss him.

That girl seems to be her.

She blushed, wondering why she had become so shameless.

The picture slowly flipped, and the days passed day by day.

As long as the boy came to the cell, she would pounce on him, bite him, kiss her, bully him, and after the bullying was over, she would laugh at him and ridicule him.

The boy seemed to be accustomed to her being rough and domineering, and the next time he entered the cell, he immediately took the initiative to lie down and close his eyes.

Seeing this, she suddenly laughed.

Laughing and laughing, for some reason, she suddenly cried again.

The picture began to blur, and on the green grass, a teenager lay there, haggard and thin, and a lovely girl, kneeling beside him with tears on her face.

Suddenly, a white light flew through the sky, and a snow-white little fox, chasing the white light, ran over.

As if sensing something, the white light suddenly fell, burrowed into the young man's body, and disappeared without a trace.

The girl next to the boy hugged the boy and cried sadly.

The boy closed his eyes and remained motionless, as if he were dead.

The snow-white little fox was suspended in the sky, looking down at the young man on the ground, a little dazed, a little confused, a little familiar, and a little resentful.

Eventually, she was transformed into a beautiful girl.

That girl, that's her.

"Quack, quack. ”

Someone called her.

"Fox croak, stinky frog, croaking every night, taking off his clothes and white flowers, just to seduce the toad!"

The dead teenager, suddenly brought to life and became a student, smiled at her at the door of the classroom.

And she crossed her waist, squinted her eyes and said, "Toad, you take advantage of me?"

It turned out that he called her Stinky Frog, and he called her Toad.

The two quarreled, moved, and competed against each other, each not giving in to each other, as if there was some deep hatred.

Looking at this familiar scene, she froze in place, her face full of tears.

In reality, the cat looked at the girl who was lying on the sofa and was asleep, but her face was full of tears, with an inexplicable expression.

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