First, a layer of mist as thin as a cicada's wings leaked out of the big fox's body.

This fog, condensed but not dispersed, gradually increased. Later, it gradually became more and more, and it became a mass and became translucent.

The fog enveloped the fainting fox, and it seemed to sleep in this fog cocoon, sleeping soundly and sweetly.

The one person and one fox who were waiting on the side were overjoyed, and they almost cheered with joy, but they were afraid of disturbing the big fox's healing, so they endured the danger. The two stared at each other, and they didn't move their attention to the changes in the fog cocoon. Especially the little fox, whose jaw rested on the crook of Feng Qingye's arm, Feng Qingye could clearly sense the rapid acceleration of its heartbeat and the rapid flow of blood.

Slowly, it formed a cocoon of mist, floated off the ground, and began to rotate in the air five feet high in the cave hall.

At first, it rotated slowly, and it didn't stop.

Later, the rotation speed accelerated, and the big white fox in the fog cocoon changed in this accelerated rhythm. The white fox, which was more than eight feet long before, gradually became smaller as the fog swirled, as if condensing essence. When the fox shrinks to a certain extent, it no longer becomes smaller.

But the biggest change began here: in the rotation, the mist was gradually incorporated into the body of the big fox, as the mist became thinner and thinner, the hind legs of the white fox became a pair of jade legs, and gradually, the thighs, waist, and chest also changed out, but the fox tail that was both thick and long, did not change in the slightest.

The mist became thin again, leaving only a shallow layer, and at this time, the front paws also transformed into a pair of jade arms, and then a slender neck.

The young man was dumbfounded, but the fox in his arms was extremely quiet at this moment.

Immediately after, as soon as the fog cocoon was closed, it was all incorporated into the white fox's body, and the huge fox braincase flickered, and a beautiful face in the city turned out.

I saw a fox girl in the form of a human: if the shoulders are shaved into, the waist is like a prime, the neck is extended, the quality is dewed, the fragrance is not added, and the lead is Huafu Yu.

It's really tender, flattering to words.

The boy is a novelty, looking at the carcass in front of him, he can't move his eyes.

Seeing that the wind was light and the night was so beautiful, the woman laughed, and a layer of mist was released from her body, which turned into a gauze dress in an instant and wrapped it around her body. Only then did she take a slow step, and at least a year ago, she exhaled like a land: "The surviving Linghu Xiaomei, thank you for saving your son's life." ”

Then, bow down.

Before the fox girl finished worshipping, the little fox had already jumped and jumped to the chest of the fox Xiaomei, "whooping" and calling non-stop, and her eyes were full of tears.

The wind is light and the night is like a fool.

"Childe. Linghu Xiaomei, who was hugging the little fox, gently called the young man, and the timbre was as good as the chirping of birds.

This light call, like a clear spring into the brain, vividly woke up the whole stupid teenager.

With a smile on his face, Feng Qingye hurriedly replied: "The younger generation is light and light, see the seniors." "I know that the fox demon that can transform into a human form must be cultivated by Yuanying, and the old man Feng Buyu, who keeps thinking about it, is only in the late stage of Jindan, but the Feng family has a deep origin in martial arts and outstanding combat power.

Linghu Xiaomei hurriedly avoided the young man's salute, and said politely: "The grace of saving lives, the concubine does not dare to accept the courtesy of the son." ”

"Don't dare. The predecessors recovered, and only did their best to do their best. It's you who really make a big move, it's you ......" Feng Qingye looked at the little fox hanging on Linghu Xiaomei's chest, but he didn't know what to call it.

"This is the little girl Linghu lightly. Linghu Xiaomei hugged the little fox who was excited and couldn't stop and gave another salute: "The concubine thanked the little girl for saving her kindness." ”

I don't know if it's Xiaohu's series of "whooping" fox words that have exhausted the front and back, or the magic power of Yuanying Zhenren, which makes Linghu Xiaomei understand the beginning and end of the matter.

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be. The boy shook his hand repeatedly.

Seeing the young man's panic, Ling Hu Xiaomei raised her eyebrows and smiled, her face was charming and angry, and she was fascinated by the light wind and night. That Ling Fox Xiaomei hurriedly accepted this seductive look, obviously this temperament was born, and inadvertently, it escaped spontaneously.

"Senior, the junior was rude just now. The boy's face flushed.

Ling Hu Xiaomei was shocked in her heart: This young man is not simple. The charm just now was born naturally, although it was not to test him, but to be able to recover so clearly, ordinary people with profound cultivation could not do it.

"Senior ......" saw Linghu Xiaomei staring at her, and the panicked wind screamed lightly.

"Ha, don't ask the seniors to call you, the concubine is not that old. Gongzi and Han'er both have the word 'light' in their names, count them as your peers, and call them Aunt Linghu. The fox girl who looked like she was only twenty-nine years old in front of her said in the light of the night.

Hearing Linghu Xiaomei's words, the wind and night also relaxed, and her demeanor was lively. He was a straightforward teenager, and he was tired enough to salute the left and right just now.

"Aunt Linghu?" tried to whisper softly, but muttered in his stomach: "Aunt Fox, Aunt Fox, is that not the same as a senior?"

As if hearing the voice in the young man's stomach, Ling Hu Xiaomei "fluttered" and smiled, this smile can't even describe its brilliance in ten thousand styles, the corners of her eyebrows were raised, and her dark blue eyes looked forward to wandering: "But your name is Aunt Linghu who is not obvious." ”

The wind and the night can't help but laugh, how can this "Aunt Linghu" have the same temperament as an old man, afraid of people saying that she is old?

took over Linghu Xiaomei's words, "Aunt Linghu looks like a girl, how can she be considered old?" Actually, I should be called Sister Linghu." Feng Qingye is the truth, but as he spoke, he looked at the woman in front of him, and the disobedient scene in his mind flashed in his mind that made the fox Xiaomei transform into a human form just now, and his face unconsciously changed into a blush and a blush.

Who knows, the fox girl can penetrate his thoughts, and spits, "What do you want? You can be your aunt's aunt." ”

"Ahh Linghu Xiaomei's words folded again.

The wind was light and the night was silly, and I was a little overwhelmed. This fox girl, the mood is mellow and changeable and natural, even the words have changed many times, and the turning points are also round and wishful, so that he is very passive in conversation. Thinking about it again, she is a person who has lived for a thousand years--she should be called a monster--and she is only a teenager under the age of seventeen, and her cultivation is still far away, how can she bargain in words or communication?

Thinking like this, the young man completely let go of his burden, and his mood and expression changed naturally.

"Oh, I just cared about thanksgiving and forgot about thanks. Linghu Xiaomei said in a loud voice. After speaking, as soon as he grabbed it in the air, the seven-foot-long cyan wolf in the corner of the wall was caught, and his body was sideways, and he gently floated down in front of the wind and light night.

Before the wind came and the night didn't have any reaction, I heard Linghu Xiaomei still saying in a snorting tone: "This is a snow green wolf in the middle of the golden pill, which is worth a little value." But compared to the love of Childe to save my mother and daughter, this value is really too little. It's a pity that the concubine is alone now, so let's repay it in the future. ”

Hearing Linghu Xiaomei say it so seriously, but the tone was so greasy, Feng Qingye panicked for a moment, and then took the wolf's body generously.

Linghu Xiaomei accepted the thank you gift when she saw the wind and nodded secretly.