Chapter 772: Tease

The white robe appeared in front of Ning Xuemo. The man didn't know when he got down the mountain and came towards the direction of the little fox.
She couldn't help jumping! Should a man give a helping hand to this fox?
After all, the little fox came to listen to his music after suffering such a serious injury. It can be said that he is half a acquaintance, not to mention that the little fox looks so cute and so cute!
The white robe dragged across the grass, and a robe of horns even touched the head of the little fox, but the man kept walking! Don't stop!
Ning Xuemo looked clenched!
Great cold blood! Too cold-blooded!
"Wooh ..." The little fox also whispered in the grass, a pair of dark gem-like eyes looked at the back of the man leaving quietly, then lowered his head.
He breathed for a moment with his eyes closed, then turned and walked slowly in the other direction.
It walked very slowly, and Ning Xuemo also followed him in a ghostly way. She felt that her perspective seemed to be the perspective of this little fox, and she could see whatever she saw ...
Suddenly, the little fox fell down on the ground and fainted.
Even Ning Xuemo followed her eyes!
When the darkness disappeared, Ning Xuemo found that she had changed places.
There was a bonfire in front of him. The man in white was sitting on a blue stone beside the bonfire, and in his hand was the little eight-tailed fox.
The little fox's four small paws crouched on his chest, and when he caught him, it opened his eyes in a blindfold.
His eyes brightened when he saw the face of the man in white, and he reached out his small paw and hooked his cuff ...
The man held it in his hand and looked at it with his big and small eyes for a moment. The corners of the pale lips seemed to be slightly ticked. He Weiwei, although this little fox is thinner, the lean meat may be more vigorous. "
He looked at it like looking at a wild rabbit. The little fox was stiff and suddenly struggling in his hands!
The man didn't seem to be on guard, and was suddenly freed by the ground. The little fox hit the ground, immediately jumped up, and turned around and ran away.
I was also afraid that the man would grab it and eat meat, and its little paw waved, emitting a red light, and hit the man!
The man's robe sleeve flicked, and the pale red light became invisible. He waved again, and the little fox who had just ran out three or four feet away automatically flew back into his palm.
"A little bit more black magic?" The man drew it to his eyes again. "Will you speak?"
The little fox pretended to be dead.
"It doesn't seem to be wise yet, this seat can finally eat fox meat." The man's voice was faint, but it seemed that he had directly sentenced the small fox to death.
The man's palm stretched out, and a shimmering knife flashed in the palm of his hand. He stroked on the little fox and seemed to be looking for the place where the knife would be dropped.
The little fox was finally scared, and suddenly opened his mouth: "The fox's meat is not delicious, it's sour!" The voice was delicate and tender, still with a soft childish voice.
The man seemed a bit regretful, but still unmoved: "The meat is sour, but the fur is also good. Maybe I took off this skin to make a sleeve ..."
Is it going to be skinned? !!
The little fox's body stiffened again, and when he saw the knife in his hand shaking before him, the little fox suddenly lifted his little paw and said nothing to himself!