2 The white fox was suddenly there with a trembling rope, and her whole body was trembling with nervousness, and suddenly her sleepiness disappeared.

It was as if she was subconsciously holding her breath there, she just heard some kind of footsteps walking slowly there,

With the sound of footsteps moving step by step, the white fox's groan reminded him that his entire heart was hanging there,

And as the footsteps drew closer, she had a gut feeling that she couldn't see anything because it was so dark.

But there she could be very sure that there was a behemoth in front of her, and by listening to the heavy footsteps,

Not there is a very certain judgment, and, most likely, a large animal. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Because of these judgments and thoughts, the white fox's Yin Ling suddenly felt as if his death was not far away.

Just when the white fox's spirit was still so nervous that his whole body trembled, what kind of heavy snort approached,

The white fox's spirit suddenly held its breath, like an animal's nose.

sniffed at her body, the nose that was free on her body and the heavy snort that spewed out really tickled the white fox's spirit.

However, the white fox's spirit was there and tried to endure it, but she soon encountered a big furry palm,

It's a thing that looks like a bear's paw, although the white fox's spirit hasn't seen a real bear's paw,

But there she was intuitively determined, and the animal around her might be something similar to a bear.

The bear sniffed the white fox's spirit again, and patted the white fox's spirit with his palm, but he didn't seem to react.

The bear may feel that it is not interesting, and then, after feeling the bear behind him, slowly walks away,

The white fox's spirit suddenly felt a sense of relief that he had never felt before.

She wanted to play Hatche there very, very much, but she was there trying to control herself not to play Hatche herself.

And there she pricked up her ears and listened to the bear's footsteps as it slowly departed, and there she listened.

Listen to the footsteps that are getting farther and farther away, but, in a few moments, the bear is no longer moving forward.

It seems that I have met its comfort zone, and I have to continue to sleep on it.

Although the white fox's spirit was not caught by the bear-like animal this time.

But when the white fox's soul can be in that quiet breath as if it had died there,

There she sighed deeply, just there feeling sad and sighing.

Because, if that behemoth really is asleep by now.

If the white fox's spirit is beating Hache again, or talking in his dreams while sleeping, then disturbing that behemoth will be a thing that outweighs the loss!

Therefore, after thinking about it for a while, the white fox's spirit was barely sure there: she didn't sleep, so she had to resist all night.

Isn't it just a night without sleeping?

That's not a big deal, at least the person lives.

I won't wake up that behemoth when I'm sleeping, because I'm talking in my sleep.

If the bear wakes up just because he is talking in his sleep, and then he can't escape his mouth, this is indeed too much to gain and lose, right?

The white fox's spirit was there and determined in his mind, and it was there that he began to stay up all night tired and weak.

It's so that no matter how sleepy or weak she is, she can't sleep, she can't just get dizzy and faint, she has to learn to endure.

She secretly comforted herself in the bottom of her heart.

It doesn't matter, just don't sleep this time, don't sleep this night.

At the very least, you have to save your life and watch out for the big animal. More importantly, very afraid that it was a carnivore.

Carnivores are very terrifying and frightening to the white fox's chant. That's the relationship between hunting and being hunted.

And the white fox's spirit also felt that for such a long time, she also seemed to be a hunted person.

Because the control of the hunt will never be on her side. It was as if she had no control in her hands.

It's just empty there, it's hard and hard to endure it for a long time to listen to the sound and sound of the droplets of water falling and pouring down,

In the quiet air and atmosphere, the sound of water seemed to be the only thing alive.

However, and she, the white fox who only has life, I don't know why, she has a trance and vague feeling,

It felt as if she had died there, just fainted there until she died.

She didn't know when it would be light, and in that silence, she was so sleepy,

But no matter how sleepy you are, you still can't sleep, that's how difficult it is.

It is a kind of hard demand and control that is contrary to one's own desires, a kind of hard-hitting demand and control oneself that is so hard that it distorts one's own needs.

In this way, she could continue to overcome that need to be lethargic, and she had to overcome that, and that was good.

Because there will always be sins there, and there will always be a lot of things that have happened there that I did not expect and expected.

Therefore, there will be a lot of unpleasant things there, and a lot of things that will go against your own will.

There will also be a lot of things there that need to be controlled there, and there is a need to use the will to work hard to overcome, to attack and defend.

Attacking and defending one by one, I thought it would be very difficult there, very difficult or something.

Some things are unexpected there, but sometimes, they are still there unexpected,

It's just that in that tolerance, she felt like she was going to cry there, and she was there trying to open her eyes.

And opened her eyes so that she was a little suspicious that her eyeballs were going to be stared out.

However, she still had a faint feeling there, she was in the warm air, and she just felt her body fluttering there.

It was a very soft and soft feeling, and in that soft and warm feeling, she was almost getting sleepier and sleepier there,

She was sleepy there, she was sleepy, she was sleepy, but she found that the sky was still dark, and the sky was still so bright.

She felt a little anxious and anxious, as if she had been waiting there for a lifetime.

However, the night did not subside, and the sky did not dawn.

Time is a very strange thing, and sometimes, it seems as if it is always against people.

Always there against their wishes and intentions, the more you want time to pass there a little faster,

But I found that time seemed to stand still there, always going very slowly, slowly, and grindingly.

And when she wishes that there will be times when those times can pass a little slower, and some happy times will be spent there a little slower and a little slower,

The best is to let that good time, just there is still, then the best,

How nice it would be if life could stay forever in that good and wonderful time,

However, everything is just a dream.

The loud purring of the bear-like behemoth behind him pulled the murmur back from its distant reverie once more.

And there again she had to pick herself up again, to regain her spirits, and to be there she was trying to prick up her ears.

Listen carefully to every purr of the big animal, slowly and rhythmically.

When the white fox's soul was bored and very sleepy and unable to sleep, it would somehow believe in the big bear-like animal with curiosity.

Perhaps, I'm sleeping soundly right now.

In fact, staying in a nest, staying in a warm nest, even in a warm cave, it is a very warm and comfortable thing,

At the very least, you can sleep soundly in your own cave!

It's a pity that she used to have such a good time to sleep peacefully, but once again she had to say goodbye to the comfortable life of eating and sleeping and eating. ，

It's so comfortable, it's so smooth,

However, the spirit of the white fox still doesn't quite understand and understand why he didn't miss those good times.

But he still resolutely chose another path there.

Although she still does not hesitate or regret the choice she made, she still does not seem to particularly understand the reason for the choice she made in the first place.

To do anything, you have to be selective, and whatever you choose, there is a reason.

And sometimes it seems that there is no reason, and it seems that the reason is not understood, perhaps, I am also living there in a daze,

It seems that when the reason for the choice is not even clear there, it may be a warning that I don't know myself very well.

Because I am always on the road of life, and I get along with the people around me, many, many people,

It seems that when it's very busy and busy, it's going to ignore and ignore what is there.

And I have to look back at my choices again, and think back to my former self, and find that there are still too many naïve and immature things in it.

Because I felt too attached to something there, the white fox's spirit was just inexplicably in that and I had the urge to cry.

It's a kind of missing in that silence, and in that missing, it's as if your heart has been bitten by a poisonous snake of longing,

At that moment, it was as if she was going to be killed and sent to death there.

She just felt like she wanted to get rid of those nostalgia and thoughts, but she still found that she couldn't do it there.

She was still there, and again and again she asked herself with some kind of dissatisfaction that she couldn't explain:

Why is this all this? Why did it happen to this point?

Is all of this what you want?

And the answer is still very clear, all of this is not what she needs, all of which is not what she wants.

For in the path of searching, where she was wounded, and in that cold and icy world,

Gradually, she gradually lost confidence in the search for the warmth of the world, and she slowly lost confidence there, but she felt impossible there, and felt a kind of powerlessness in herself.

She couldn't cherish anything, and she couldn't wait for anything there. , those people are all and she misses the miss,

There have been intersections, but those intersections are only short-lived, and for a long time, they are separated and disconnected from each other.

In the end, all people and things, as if they had been in the past, slipped through the gaps of those fingers, like the wind.

But slipped, slipped, slipped, and never came back.

Those who can't come back, those times that can't come back, and those who can't go back......