Since the dissipation of white ink, the little fox also seems to have fallen, and has become more and more depressed. Drink alcohol every day to kill your sorrows and be depressed.

She often sat in front of the dirt slope next to the temple, from sunrise to sunset.

"I miss you, Bai Mo, I only understand now that the days without you are also gray, you were there before, we quarreled, and even fought, now that I think about it, what a beautiful thing it is. At the very least, you're there and visible at all times. But now, where am I going to find you? Right now, I just want to see you, but I can't. This sudden change and unpredictability make me how I can forget you, how can I not miss you. For many years, I have long been accustomed to the days with you, even if you don't have me in your heart, but you are still there, so I have a hope in my heart, with a thought, you will be mine after all, and I will be yours. I just didn't think - I, I have lost even such a trace of thought, this long life, the endless thoughts, how can I adapt to the days without you? Bai Mo, I don't know, I'm not used to it. She poured a deep sip of wine into her mouth, and with tears in her eyes, she threw her head back and drank down.

"I can't do it, I miss you, it may be a habit for the rest of my life, Baimo, where are you? If so, can you take me with you? I know you don't want to see me, and since she appeared, you and I have been arguing and fighting every day, but it's ........ She choked up: "But I have you in my heart, you have already been immersed in my blood and bones, no matter how difficult it is to get rid of, no matter how difficult it is, without the white ink of Hu Ling'er, the heart is also dead, dead." ”

The mountain was quiet, and a wisp of wind carried away the clouds, and the twilight blew. Hu Ling'er was still staring at the cloud, her eyes were foggy, and the empty wine jugs beside her were scattered in all directions, messy under her feet, and she was lonely and heartfelt. She was a little drunk, and kept asking: Where are you going? Wind, wind, light, because the strength is strong, you will scatter the clouds. Take it away, take it gently, don't blow it away, don't disappear, then the wind will hurt, and the clouds will hurt, right? He lowered his eyebrows, stared at the upside-down bottle in his hand, the last drop of wine that dripped down, and said while shaking: "It hurts, I hurt too....... ”

She seems to be really drunk, laughing and crying, heartbreak that no one understands, wanton sadness in the wine, bitter feelings of separation, endless sorrow, and endless stretches like mountains.

She got up and looked at the temple, pointed in front of her, and said with a wry smile: "Bai Mo, you, quickly knock on your wooden fish that annoys me, in the past, what an annoying sound, but now, I seem to listen to it again, just once." She pricked up her ears and smiled brightly: "Bai Mo, I heard, I, I heard, how did it change—it sounded so good?" Haha laughed, the loud echoed in the valley, and instantly shed waterfall tears: "You knock, Bai Mo, you bastard, you have the ability to knock, aunt and grandma, I'm not afraid, you come out, you, have the courage to knock thousands of times, come, I want to see, I can still be afraid of you." She swayed from side to side, her body was very unstable, Dingqing looked in front of her, cried bitterly, and let out a long howl: "Bai Mo ........" ”

As he spoke, he walked towards the temple in front of him, but no matter what, she couldn't go in, and always waited for her to get close, and the strong light of the Dao Dao knocked her out.

She got up and re-entered, and was shot out again, and so on, and she was bruised all over her body.

With her hair scattered, her clothes messed up, and her face blurred, she finally had no choice but to lie on the ground, crying in despair.

"Why? Why? I've been practicing for thousands of years, but you're still going to treat me as a demon in the end, and you're still going to make people go differently? I just want to see him, to look inside for his breath, so that my heart may not hurt so much. God, is it possible that because I am a fox and become a spirit, I have no power to love? I can't even enter this ruined temple? How can there be so much injustice in me? What am I going to do? Baimo, where are you? Are you in there? Do you hear that? .......。 ”

The echo echoed in the mountains, reverberating through the bowels.

Despair, like the clouds and mist surrounding the mountains, is broken with a fragile bullet, her heart is extremely painful, and she is also extremely bitter, infatuated for thousands of years, and only one person is single-minded, after all, it has become an empty one.