Chapter 765: White Fox Ripples

"Why aren't you Snow Lake?"
Yang Zimei reached out and touched his furry head, saying sadly, "I don't know if Xuehu will be protected by someone when it suffers a sky disaster."
Just now, she was so desperate not to be afraid of thunder and smashing the roof beams, she held on to the mud bodhisattva, thinking that this fox was the snow lake, and wanted to protect it from this day's disaster.
Who knows, it's another fox that is sad.
The white fox stretched out like Xuehu's furry claws and put it on her wrist, her eyes were full of gratitude.
"What is your name?"
Although it is not Snow Lake, after all, it is a kind of Snow Lake. Looking at it, she can also ease her miss of Snow Lake.
Bai Fox blinked, looked at her, and wrote two words on the ground with her paw: ripples.
These two characters are written in small letters, and they are written very beautifully. This surprised Yang Zimei, and did not expect that the fox would write.
"You're Ripple?"
The white fox nodded.
"Do you speak?"
The white fox shook his head and wrote four more words on the ground with his paw: I can write.
"Did you just suffer from the calamity?" Yang Zimei asked with anxiety at the thought of the three thunderbolts just now.
Bai Hu nodded and continued to write on the ground: Thank you for saving me.
"Don't worry, I just thought you were another fox, so I gave myself up to save it."
Yang Zimei reluctantly said that he reached out and touched the place where the tile was smashed on his head. The blood did not bleed, but his hair was stained with blood and it was very uncomfortable.
The area where the calf was hit by the beam was still so painful, he reached out and rubbed it.
White Fox continued to write on the ground: Thank you anymore, without you, I can't escape this disaster.
Yang Zimei thought about Xuehu saying that it would face the third natural disaster, and continued to ask, "Are you all going to suffer three natural disasters? How many times have you encountered it now?"
"First time." Bai Hu wrote on the ground.
"Isn't it terrible for the third time?" Yang Zimei asked nervously.
A terrified expression appeared on Bai Fox's small face, and it was written on the ground: It was terrible, I hope I don't meet.
very scary?
Yang Zimei's heart sank again.
What should Xuehu do?
Can it survive it?
Yang Zimei stood up, looked around blankly, and murmured: "Dead Lake, why are you so stupid? Even if it is scary, I can face you together, maybe, I can protect you!"
The white fox named Ripples suddenly jumped into her arms.
Yang Zimei hugged it unconsciously, then put it down.
Taoist was split into this by Thunder, she had to find someone to clean up and repair it quickly.
What kind of heartache should the Master return when he sees such a pile of ruins?
"Ripple, I'm going down to find someone to repair Taoism. Where are you going?" Yang Zimei asked Bai Hu.
"Can I be with you?" Bai Hu wrote on the ground, a pair of black eyes blinking at her, making it hard to refuse.
Yang Zimei was even more unable to refuse.
She stooped and hugged it, went down the mountain, found the village specializing in carpentry and cement, and paid a lot of money to make them renovate Taoism.
Money can make ghosts grind, not to mention the practice of Taoism is a matter of utmost merit. Those artisans naturally naturally agreed to repair the Taoism within a month, and all the clay sculptures in the Taoism were made of gold .