Chapter 771

Eight-tailed fox!

It is also a very beautiful eight-tailed fox.

The fur on his body seemed to be made of white snow, extremely bright.

The only regret was that there was a wound on its back that was deep enough to reach the bone, and the blood flowed all over its body.

Ning Xuemo's heart was shocked, and she had an inexplicable illusion of encountering an old friend in a foreign land.

Eight-tailed fox, could it be that it belongs to the legendary Qingqiu fox clan?

Ning Xuemo has read many stories about the nine-tailed fox in modern times, and has a good impression of this creature.

Seeing the eight-tailed fox lying here with serious injuries, she felt pity, and couldn't help but want to push through the grass in front of her.

But her fingers passed through the grass in vain, she couldn't touch the grass at all!

She was stunned, is the scenery here imaginary, or is she imaginary?

With a sudden determination, she approached the fox again, but the fox turned a blind eye to her.

When Ning Xuemo bent down to hug it, her fingers passed through its body again.

She took two steps back, looked at her hands, and vaguely understood that she was probably empty, and she could see things in this world but couldn't touch them.

She wanted to leave here, but she was not worried about this injured fox, what if such a beautiful little thing was caught by a hunter?

Suddenly, the sound of a flute came down from the mountain in front.

The sound of the flute is extremely pleasant, smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water, and as cool as ice water from a secluded spring. It lifts people's spirits when they hear it!

The injured little fox shuddered, and its two little ears froze.

Suddenly he staggered to his feet from the grass, and ran towards the direction of the flute sound.

Ning Xuemo couldn't help but follow behind.

The wound on the little fox didn't have time to heal, and the blood spilled all over the ground, like plum blossom petals blooming on the ground, with a kind of desolate beauty.

Ning Xuemo followed the fox, fearing that it would fall from serious injuries on the way.

Not bad, the little fox is very persistent, even though he stumbled all the way, he still rushed there...

There are already many birds and beasts, grass-eating and carnivorous, mixed together.

They didn't commit any offense to each other, they were all staring at the same direction, and each expression was mesmerized.

Ning Xuemo also looked in the direction they were staring at, her heart skipped a beat!

Regal? !

A man in white was sitting on a strange mountain peak.

The white clothes are like the clouds in the sky, the people are like the snow on the extreme peak, and the hair is like the flowing water waterfall, cold and indifferent, like a god looking down on all living beings.

He shouldn't be wearing a mask, but Ning Xuemo couldn't see his face clearly despite all her eyesight. It should be separated by some technique.

The man was playing a jade flute in his hand, and the wind lifted his clothes, fluttering like a butterfly spreading its wings.

The man looked focused and seemed to be indifferent to everything.

The sound of his flute caused the birds to dance in the sky, and the animals swayed on the ground, as if they were all dancing to the sound of the flute.

After the song ended, the man slowly got up, obviously not wanting to play any more.

Those birds and beasts reluctantly dispersed.

The little fox seemed to have come to listen to the music specially. After the man in white finished playing, it also turned around and wanted to leave.

But probably lost too much blood, it staggered as soon as it turned around, and fell over with a plop.

The little fox whined twice, struggled a few times on the ground, tried to get up, but failed.