"Oh, it turned out to be a vixen, let's see how I deal with you!!" As soon as the Taoist master saw the exposed tail of the little vixen, his eyes immediately froze, and without saying a word, he directly recited a spell, one after another.
He kept hitting the little vixen.
It hurts...
Her body hurts so much...
The little vixen fell to the ground and suddenly lost all strength. Then, one after another, like a whip, fell on her body.
"Little raccoon!!"
"Little raccoon!!"
The scholar standing behind the master and the sister of the little vixen who had escaped called her in unison.
However, in the eyes of the little vixen, there was only the scholar with a handsome face. His beautiful eyebrows were tightly knitted, and tears seemed to be pouring out of his eyes. He opened his mouth towards her without listening, as if he was shouting something.
, but she couldn't hear a word clearly.
She could clearly feel that her soul was disappearing bit by bit, and her body was slowly being returned to its original shape.
She should be dying soon??
I really don’t want to turn back into a fox when I die... That would be so embarrassing...
If he sees it, he will probably dislike him, right?
The little vixen lay on the ground, trying hard to open her eyes and continue to take a look at the scholar. However, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, until finally, she closed them weakly.
Seeing the woman lying on the ground wearing goose-yellow clothes slowly turning into a snow-white fox, the scholar could no longer hold back his tears.
The Taoist master stopped reciting the incantation, walked up to the little fox, stretched out his legs and kicked it and said: "You evil beast, with such a low Taoist conduct, dares to come to the capital to wander around. Come on, throw its body to me."
Go outside the city!"
"Yes!" A guard immediately responded, then stepped forward, picked up the body of the little fox, and walked towards the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
The scholar stood there with eyes full of sorrow, watching the body of the little fox being carried out. He followed the guard out of the gate in despair.
"Ms. sir, where are you going?" The daughter of the prime minister's house looked at the scholar's figure and couldn't help but ask.
"Don't worry about him. He has to solve this bad relationship by himself." After saying this to the prime minister's daughter, the Taoist master returned to the house.
The prime minister's daughter was slightly startled, and then thought that the vixen was already dead anyway, so she let him go.
In the mass grave outside the capital, the scholar held the body of the little fox and finally couldn't help crying loudly. He held the little fox and staggered step by step toward the woods outside the city. The wind blew in his face, and there was
The rain fell on him, but all he could think about was the days and nights he spent with the little vixen.
Perhaps, from the beginning, he should not have been so persistent in going to Beijing to take the exam, otherwise he would not have won the first prize in the exam, nor would he have been granted a marriage, let alone marry the daughter of the prime minister's palace.
But now, it's too late to say anything.
The scholar stumbled back to the original cabin with the little fox's body in his arms. He placed the little fox on the dusty wooden bed, then touched her soft fur, turned around and took out three feet of white silk.
Hanging on the beam, before putting his head in the white silk, the scholar glanced at the little fox, smiled sadly and said: "Now we can finally be together forever."
