The little fox continued to glare: "Why has nothing to do with you, you are strong and can help us fight away the monsters!"

Murong Feihu: "Do you think you are your thug?" Murong Feihu felt a little displeased, no, he was very displeased, and his face became a little cold.

The little fox shuddered, hurriedly retracted his head into the quilt, and after a long time, he lifted the quilt, gasped for a few breaths, licked his face and smiled at Murong Feihu's face: "Uncle Xiao, I have something delicious, do you want to eat some?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and put a low table on the small bed out of thin air, the small bed was a modern solid wood bed, with a hard bed board, and the quilt was collected, and the little fox filled the low table with food and tea.

Looking at the steaming food on the table and the lightly fragrant lemon tea, Murong Feihu's mood was a little better, just a little better, and his face was still gloomy.

"Uncle Junior, let's taste it!" The little fox held a pair of crystal chopsticks in front of Murong Feihu, his little face was red, his eyes were wide open, and his face was full of hope.

Murong Feihu raised his eyelids, and when he met the little fox's starry eyes, there was a trace of familiarity gushing out somewhere in his heart, he took a deep breath, and then, suppressing the inexplicable familiarity, stretched out his slender five fingers, and pinched the chopsticks.

The cold touch of the crystal chopsticks came from his fingertips, and he felt that the emotion of his irritability was suppressed, replaced by a desire for food.

Chopsticks casually picked up a piece of chicken steak on the table, the chicken steak was wrapped in some red juice, the entrance, sweet and sour, and then slightly spicy, and then, there was a faint fragrance wrapped in the soft fragrance of the chicken.

"Well, that's good!" Murong Feihu ate the steaming sweet and sour chicken fillet into his mouth, and the feeling actually made his stomach extremely comfortable.

For as long as he can remember, this is the only dish he feels comfortable with.

In the past few days, although he has eaten a lot of dishes made by the little fox, only this dish seems to cover his mood in the past few days.

Sweet, sour, bitter and spicy.

There are no more flavors of life than this.

The little fox held her chin and watched Murong Feihu elegantly eating the dishes on her plate, her thoughts flew far, far away.

In a thatched hut, a young girl treats an arrow wound in the heart of a wounded white fox.

"Little white fox, why are you injured?" The girl was wearing a long white dress, with two braids on her head, the braids were tied into a bun at the back of her head, and a wooden hairpin was restrained.

The girl's eyes were very round, as bright as obsidian, and she carefully pulled out the arrow on the white fox's chest, and quickly protected the blood on the little white fox's chest with medicinal powder.

The white cotton cloth was changed one after another, and the powder was pasted layer by layer, until the blood on the little white fox's chest stopped flowing out, and the girl carefully applied a black ointment to the little white fox's chest.

The little white fox closed his eyes and didn't move the whole time.

The girl finally treated the little white fox's arrow wound, bandaged it, and was about to pick up the little white fox when there was a knock on the door.

The girl's face turned pale, and she hurriedly stuffed the blood cloth on the ground under the bed, found a back basket, wrapped the little white fox in a small quilt, stuffed the little white fox into the back basket, covered the back basket with herbs, put the back basket on a shelf by the door, looked around, and let out a long breath before opening the door.

Outside the door was an old man with a silver beard and white hair, and the old man left after saying a few words.

The girl clutched her chest and sat down against the door, and suddenly, she got up, picked up the basket containing the little white fox, opened the door, and walked into the mountains......

The little fox shook his head, how could he see this, what was wrong with him, how could these be so real, as if they had happened to him.

The little fox reminisced about the old man's words.

"The demon clan invaded, the heavenly realm was in chaos, the White Fox clan was derelict in their duties, and the Dragon Ring City was lost, Tianzun was angry, and anyone who found the White Fox clan would be killed!"

"Is the white fox a member of the fox clan?" the little fox pondered, but said inadvertently.

The chopsticks in Murong Feihu's hand stopped, and then he looked at the little fox opposite.

"White fox?" Murong Feihu flashed the face of a girl in her mind, the girl's forehead had a phoenix flower pattern, her eyes were very beautiful, and she wore a veil, she took a wounded white fox out of the back basket and hid it in a cave in a hot spring, on a certain stone wall of the cave, and several other shacks, in which there were soft mats and some fruits and food.

"Little white fox, you are here to recuperate, no one can come in here, wait for you to heal your injuries and leave, I can only help you get here, if Tianzun knows that I saved you, the master will be implicated, forgive me, okay?"

The girl fed a golden elixir in her hand to the little white fox's mouth.

"Little White Fox, this is my Neidan, I can save your life without worry, I'll go!"

The girl jumped down and walked out of the cave of the hot spring, and then, with a wave of her sleeves, the original stone gate behind her disappeared, replaced by a strange rocky cliff.

The girl walked away, and the mountain in the mist quickly disappeared.

Murong Feihu looked at the phoenix flower on the little fox's forehead.

"Y-that girl?" Murong Feihu stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the phoenix tail on the little fox's forehead.

The little fox looked at the man in front of her in a daze, the man's hand was about to touch her forehead, the anchovy on her forehead suddenly lit up, and the little fox's temples seemed to be pricked by needles, stinging incomparably.

"Ahh

Murong Feihu was frightened, hurriedly got up, waved his hand to put away the table and the things on the table, and half-knelt, and hugged the little fox whose whole body trembled in pain into his arms.

At this moment, his heart suddenly hurt, it hurt very much, this feeling was very similar to the pain in his dream, the feeling of being stabbed in the heart by the Tianyu Sword.

Murong Feihu hugged the little fox in his arms, only in this way could the feeling of heartache disappear, and only in this way would he not think of that dream.

Once, this dream haunted him for many years, but no matter what he did, he couldn't get rid of this dream that his painful heart was going to cramp, and now, holding the little fox, he actually felt extremely comfortable.

"Little fox, you-don't have any problems. Murong Feihu took a deep breath, stretched out his palm, and slowly sent his internal force into the little fox's eyebrows.

The little fox fainted in pain, and his consciousness entered the space.

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