Yang Zimei reached out and touched its hairy head, and said very sadly. "I don't know if Xuehu will protect it when the snow lake is suffering."
Just now, she was so desperate and not afraid that the thunder was not afraid of smashing the roof beam.
Who knows, it is another fox, it is inevitable to be sad. [[
The white fox stretched out, like Xuehu, her furry paws, put it on her wrist, and her eyes were full of gratitude.
"May I have your name?"
Although it is not Xuehu, after all, it is the same kind of Xuehu. Looking at it, she can slightly relieve her thoughts about Xuehu.
Baihu blinked, looked at her, wrote two words on the ground with her paws: ripples.
These two words are small, and they are very beautiful. This surprised Yang Zimei. I did not expect that the fox would write.
"Your name is ripple?"
White Fox nodded.
"Can you speak?"
Baihu shook his head and wrote four words on the ground with your paw: I would write.
"Are you suffering from heaven just now?" Yang Zimei thought of the three thunderbolt just now, and asked with a lingering.
Baihu nodded and continued to write on the ground: Thank you for saving me.
"Don't thanks, I just thought you were another fox, so I gave up like this."
Yang Zimei said helplessly that he reached out and touched the place where he was smashed by tiles. The blood was not flowing, but his hair was stained with a bloody smell, and it felt uncomfortable.
The place where the beam was smashed on the calf was so painful, and I stretched out my hand and rubbed it.
Baihu continued to write on the ground: I still thank you, without you, I can't dodge this time.
Yang Zimei also thought of Xuehu and said that it would face the third robberies, and continued to ask: "Do you all have to suffer three times? How many times do you encounter it now?"
"The first time." Baihu wrote on the ground.
"Is the third robbery, will it be terrible?" Yang Zimei asked nervously.
There was an extremely shocking expression on Baihu's little face, which was written on the ground: It's terrible, I hope I don't want to meet. [
Is it terrible?
Yang Zimei's heart was sinking again.
What should I do?
Can it survive it?
Yang Zimei stood up and looked at the four weeks blankly, murmured: "Dead snow lake, how stupid you? Even if it is terrible, I can face it with you, maybe, I can protect you!"
The white fox named ripple suddenly jumped up and jumped into her arms.
Yang Zimei hugged it unconsciously, and then put it down.
The Taoist view was split like this like this, and she had to quickly find someone to clean up and repair it.
What kind of heartache should Master come back and see such a bunch of ruins?
"Ripple, I want to go down the mountain to find someone to cultivate the Taoism, where are you going?" Yang Zimei asked Baihu.
"Can you be with you?" Baihu wrote on the ground, and a pair of black eyes blinked at her, making people unwilling to refuse.
Yang Zimei is even more unable to refuse.
She bent and hugged it, went down the mountain, found the village to do woodworking cement, and made a lot of money to let the Taoist look at the Tao.
There is money to make ghosts grind, not to mention the concept of Monastery was originally an immeasurable thing. Those craftsmen naturally agreed to ensure that the Taoist outlook was well cultivated within one month, and all the clay sculptures in the Taoist view were shaped all the golden bodies in the golden body.