Under the clear moonlight, the little fox sat alone in the treetops. Its expression, it seems, was also a little depressed.

A pair of round eyes, staring directly at the **** moon, the little fox didn't seem to notice Xiao Yu's voyeurism on the side.

Holding a pair of small paws, it was in a daze for a long time, and then began to sing to the moon with a dumb voice.

"Under the moonlight, I sang this song again, and the past was strung together and taken away with the wind. Remember, how gentle the past was......"

it!

Xiao Yu clenched his fists and tried his best to block his mouth, so that he finally stopped and didn't let himself laugh.

This damn little fox, when he is bad to his own house during the day, his voice is like a little girl, and it sounds so good, sweet and gentle.

But when it sings seriously, it's so ugly!

I also ran out of tune to I don't know where I went!

Is it missing its fox sister?

Or, hanging your voice in the moonlight, ready to participate in the fox clan's youth song competition?!

However, it's so ugly!

Damn, isn't this just waiting for someone else's ear!

But any person can't stand its rough and dumb out-of-tune, not to mention, the person who squats on one side still hates this broken fox from the bottom of his heart.

Xiao Yu pursed his lips, and quietly, took out an iron thistle terrestris from his pocket that he had never been willing to use.

I picked it up quietly in a corner of the stable when I went to the horse shop alone that day to buy a horse.

has always been in the bag, and it is also due to Xiao Yu's habits in his previous life. It is so carefully stored in order to save the last bullet for himself when he is in danger in the future.

Now, seeing that the dream of roasting a fox may come true, how could Xiao Yu let go of such a good opportunity in vain?!

Condensing a mental power, Xiao Yu took aim again and again, and then shot the iron thistle towards a pair of small claws held by the little fox on his chest.

The little fox on the treetops, when he was full of affection and sang with ten million devotion, where did he expect this trick!

A pair of small claws were immediately nailed to one place by the iron thistle, and blood flowed immediately.

Frightened, the little fox was caught off guard, opened its mouth wide and sang a bad song, and fell down the tree with a bone.

Xiao Yu saw the opportunity, where was he willing to let it go easily!

Xiao Yu flew down the tree lightly, grabbed the little fox before it fell to the ground, and reached out to catch the guy.

The sharp corners of the thistle terrestris nailed to the little fox's claws also pierced Xiao Yu's white palm at once, and a lot of red blood flowed out.

The little fox, who was silently bowing his head and acknowledging the planting, suddenly shouted fiercely:

"Get out of the way, dead woman, get your broken hands away! Don't make a contract with your woman! ”

Xiao Yu frowned, and snorted coldly with disdain:

"It's weird. If I were you, I would have to think about how to choose how to die happily, rather than some inexplicable contract. ”

With a shake of his idle left hand, Xiao Yu's short knife, which was as sharp as clay, had been firmly on the little fox's neck.

The frustration in the little fox's eyes seemed to be more than frightened. In its mouth, it was still muttering:

"Alas, in the end, it is providence, and you can't hide it. It's too late. ”

Xiao Yu didn't know what to do, and only scolded angrily in his mouth:

"It's too late, it's clear that you're thinking about tricks again. However, this time you met me, and you were really dead. I Xiao Yu doesn't have the energy to spend it with you, a dead animal, and eat the old lady's knife! ”

The little fox closed his eyes in pain, and whispered tiredly:

"Don't get angry, just look at your hands."