Chapter 771: meet by chance

Eight-tailed fox!
Or an extremely beautiful eight-tailed fox.
The fur was made of white snow, very bright.
The only regret was that there was a deep wound on the back, blood was flowing all over, the wound was a bit fatal, it opened its mouth slightly, breathed quickly, his belly fell together, and he was breathing heavily.
There was a shock in Ning Xuemo's heart, somehow there was an illusion that he had learned from another country.
The eight-tailed fox, is it the legendary Qingqiu fox family?
Ning Xuemo hasn't seen the story of the nine-tailed fox in modern times, and he likes this creature very much.
Now looking at the eight-tailed fox who was severely injured here, she rose up intently and couldn't help but want to walk away from the grass in front of her.
But her fingers passed through the grass, she couldn't touch the grass at all!
She stared at God. Is the scene here empty or is she empty?
She was so relieved that she approached the fox, who was blind to her.
When Ning Xuemo stooped to hold it, his fingers passed through it again.
She stepped back two steps, looked at her hand, and realized that she was probably virtual. She could see but not touch things in this world.
She wanted to leave here, but she was not so relieved that this injured fox, such a beautiful little thing, should be caught by a hunter?
A sound of flute suddenly passed down from the mountain in front.
The flute sounded very pleasant, the flowing water was generally smooth, and the quiet water was as cold as ice. Let people feel refreshed when they hear it!
The injured little fox shook and his two little ears were raised.
Suddenly stood up from the grass and stumbled towards the direction from which the sound of flute came.
Ning Xuemo couldn't help but follow.
The little fox had no time to deal with the wound, and the blood spilled to the ground, like a blossoming plum blossom blooming on the ground, with an exquisite beauty.
Ning Xuemo followed the fox, lest it be injured and fall down halfway.
Not bad, the little fox is very persistent. Although he stumbled all the way, he rushed there ...
There are already a lot of birds and beasts, grazing, carnivorous, mixed together.
They didn't make any mistakes with each other, they were all staring in one direction, and each of them looked infatuated.
Ning Xuemo also looked at them in the direction they were staring, and my heart jumped!
Emperor? !!
A man in white was sitting on a strange peak.
White clothes are like flowing clouds in the sky, people are like the snow of the extreme peaks, hair is like flowing waterfalls, cold and indifferent, like gods overlooking sentient beings.
There should be no mask on his face, but Ning Xuemo tried his best to still not see his features. What technique should be used to separate them.
The man was playing a pipe with a jade flute, and the wind raised his quilt, dancing like a butterfly spreading wings.
The man looked attentively, seemingly indifferent to everything.
His flute drew hundreds of birds to dance in the sky, and the beasts swayed on the ground as if they were dancing with the flute.
At the end of the song, the man slowly got up, apparently not wanting to blow again.
Those birds and beasts then reluctantly dispersed.
The little fox seemed to have come to listen to the song, and after the man in white played, he turned and wanted to leave.
But it probably lost too much blood, and as soon as it turned around, it stunned, and Tongtong fell.
The little fox whined twice, and made a few efforts on the ground, and tried to get up without success.