2 It was a pain, especially when she remembered that she was a man, or that she had been a man,

And at that time, she was grabbing a venison that had died on the side of the road with other animals to eat, and she was eating raw meat there again.

However, the memories that belong to the human girl come back to mind again. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Whether she is a human or an animal.

Then, when she was still there hungry and devouring dead venison,

It was a memory of being a girl, a pampered day there.

Suddenly, the white fox's spirit felt a wave of nausea there, a faint feeling of vomiting, which made her want to get it from her throat again,

The urge to spit out the raw meat from your stomach.

And then, in the memories of humans and the realities of animal life, she was always overwhelmed there.

There have been many times when she grabbed the raw meat to eat during the day because she was hungry, and at night because of the memories that were still human,

There was already a vague impression that she was still human, and then, right there, she felt a wave of nausea, a wave of disgust,

There she vomited in disgust, and there she vomited in agony, but it seemed as if she was going to vomit everything.

However, she only had the thought of vomiting, but she still couldn't vomit there.

She was retching in agony in the bright moonlight of that night, among the dense pine trees of the forest.

No one, and no one, will find the pain of a white fox.

The kind of pain and helplessness that wants to vomit, but can't vomit out.

It was a pain, like a great pain of physical and mental torture.

She had no choice in the midst of that painful torment, and she didn't know what to do with herself.

Some nights she was still there retching in pain, she wanted to throw up, only to feel a wave of nausea there,

However, she was still there when she couldn't vomit anything, but she was still there in pain and pain,

And in the silence of the forest, there was a very tiresome "vomit, vomit, vomit." Voice.

It's a kind of pain that can't be vomited, but it's still the same pain as vomiting, even more painful than vomiting.

It was a kind of pain that I couldn't spit out, as if I was going to crush my entire intestines.

It was as if she was almost going to vomit out her intestines.

The kind of discomfort that can't be spit out is really uncomfortable, so uncomfortable, she really wants to spit out something.

Under the effect of that nausea, it would be nice if she could really vomit something.

However, she still couldn't spit it out. But he was retching there as if he was going to die.

There she vomited until she was tired and exhausted, and then, like that, she collapsed and fell asleep.

The white fox doesn't need a bed, and there is no bed, where she falls, where is the bed,

And the cold earth is her eternal bed, and the fluff on her body is her clothes and quilt.

She thought that her days of torture and pain would go on forever,

It's going to be so painful all the time, it's going to be so good that it doesn't distinguish between day and night, only the stomach**,

She didn't care about anything there, one day at a time, one day at a time, living a life of a beast with human memories and concepts.

What a painful day it was, always in the impression of being a human being in my own mind,

But I was living a kind of animal life, and it was so unbearable,

She didn't know how she had to endure it at that time, she just had to live step by step, every day and day.

In fact, the spirit of the white fox at that time was still unable to speak.

In the thought of the fish spirit, she wished that she had become the appearance of the spirit,

Then, I am a Yinling, and it is enough to have only one Yinling in this world, and there is no need for a second Yinling.

Therefore, he turned the spirit into a fox, let alone let the spirit speak, and the fish spirit didn't have the idea of letting the white fox's spirit continue.

The spirit of the fish spirit once wanted to kill the spirit of the white fox in order to prevent future troubles.

However, due to the fact that the spirit of the fish spirit had just become a human at that time, everything had not yet recovered and recovered.

She can't fully adapt to the posture and appearance of a human from her original goblin body.

Weak, she didn't dare to exert any more mana on the white fox's spirit at that time.

She worries that if her body doesn't get used to it,

She used her mana again, and whether it would make her face distort again.

Because it's not quite adapted yet.

Fish essences that have just become human need some time to recuperate and adapt.

Therefore, the spirit of the fish spirit has no extra time and energy to deal with the spirit of the white fox.

But the fish spirit will never let the white fox's spirit have the possibility of speaking.

She didn't want her to have the slightest chance to get close to people again.

So who gave the white fox's chant a voice? He is the master of the white fox.

It was a sunny day, and the spirit of the white fox was running in the grass in the lazy and warm sunshine,

It was very free and carefree to run and chase, as if it was chasing and running with the wind there.

The snow-white white fox shuttled on the golden blades of grass, and in the painful golden sun,

The transparent wind seemed to be there carrying the white figure to chase and run,

It was like a cloud of smoke shuttling through the yellow meadow.

It was the autumn meadow, and it was the artemisia grass that could grow as tall as the white fox's chant.

The spirit of the white fox ran between the artemisia grass, a happy and carefree run,

She didn't think about anything at all, and she didn't notice or notice anything.

At that time, she was almost crazy, and she would not have imagined that someone was watching her silently there, and that he had been observing her for a long, long time, out of her sight.

It's a kind of chase game that seems to return to childhood, and it seems to be like an ordinary small animal.

It's there to play, it's there to be carefree, it's there there, there's no direction, there's no goal,

It's just random and casual there, she doesn't know exactly when she's going to run, and she doesn't know where she's going to run.

Perhaps, she didn't even know it herself. She's going to run until she's tired, and she's going to run until she has no strength in her body.

Without the slightest strength, she would fall on the spot, and then, on the spot, she would sleep until she woke up.

But, in fact, she never got tired.

When she's in good health, or when she doesn't feel any pain in her body,

You will feel a special spirit there, and you will also feel a special comfort and comfort of being alive there.

So, she's going to run all the time, almost running without feeling tired.

She had to run and run so much in the artemisia grass, so unconscious and running,

Running selflessly, she was breathing and panting, and running as if she was about to lose her breath and pant.

It's like another desire and longing for her to run to the end of this world.

In fact, she did not run to the end of the world, but she ran to the end and the edge of the artemisia grass.