The little white fox heard that humans would go to a place called Nuwa Temple to pray, and that Nuwa Niangniang was the most compassionate and would help her people.

It didn't know if it would be useful for a fox to go to petition, but it went anyway.

During the day, he guarded the old man, for fear that he would accidentally bump and hurt him, and when the old man fell asleep at night, he knelt in front of the statue of Nuwa and prayed sincerely.

"Ask Nuwa Niangniang to manifest her spirit and help the old man become an immortal and a god, so that he will not grow old and die and will not suffer."

"Boom!"

"Ask Nuwa Niangniang to manifest her spirit and help the old man ......"

Say a word, just kowtow.

Sturdy, not ambiguous at all.

Fortunately, no human beings would come to the temple at night, otherwise I would have been scared to death when I saw a white fox kneeling upright on the futon like a human being, chanting and kowtowing.

It knelt for seven hundred and forty-nine days, and the legendary Nuwa Niangniang did not manifest itself.

It's the old man, who can't hold it at first.

On a rainy night, he was awakened by the sound of the pouring rain, and remembered that he forgot to put away the snacks he had given to the little fox outside, so he hurriedly got out of bed to get it, because he was anxious and didn't have time to open an umbrella, and was soaked by the rain, and he had a high fever that night.

By the time the little white fox returned from the Nuwa Temple after praying, he had already burned the ground unconscious.

"Old man! How are you, wake up! ”

It was half frightened and slapped him hard in the face with its claws.

But he didn't react at all.

The little white fox was anxious that his tail was about to burn, so he quickly fried the medicine prepared in the house, poured it on him, and then took a cotton cloth soaked in well water and put it on his forehead to cool down.

Fortunately, in the evening, the old man opened his eyes.

Seeing his little fox's nervous and anxious appearance, he wanted to raise his hand and touch its head to show comfort, but suddenly found that he could not even make such a small action.

As if seeing the loss in his eyes, the little white fox quickly put his head on his hand and rubbed him gently.

The old man's face finally showed a smile.

"Ahem, cough, cough......" His coughing voice was muffled and deep, and his heart tightened when he heard it, "Little fox, fox ......"

"I'm here, I'm here!" The little white fox hurriedly replied.

"In the ground and cellar by the stones, I have stocked up for you to eat, don't, don't starve yourself...... Ahem......"

The old man's voice was staccato and uncomfortable.

But the little white fox still pricked up his ears very seriously and listened.

This may be the last thing he said to himself in this world.

It is to be cherished.

"Also, there's ...... Don't trust people and human beings too much, there are many ...... bad and bad"

He couldn't even say a complete sentence anymore.

The little white fox nodded vigorously, tears crackled like beads with broken threads, "Old man, don't say it, you have a good rest, I'll be by your side, don't go anywhere, there will be no bad people." ”

But as soon as these words came out, the old man suddenly shook his head violently and shouted loudly, "No, go, you go!" ”

The hand that stroked the little white fox's head also turned into a refusal, wanting to let it go away.

He didn't want it to see itself slowly lose its life and turn into a cold corpse.

How sad his little fox must be.

Just thinking of the way he cried and cried after his death, it arched its head against its hard and cold body, and his heart felt as if it was being clenched.

He couldn't bear to be sad.

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Another plane was shielded today......

Bitter.