little fox and fairy

Chapter 19 Heavenly Tribulation

The deceased is like a husband who does not want to leave day or night.

In this flash, I don't know how many days have passed.

Tall ash wood tables, tall pear wood chairs, empty writing desks, empty snack boxes...

After the little fox was beaten and left, the magnificent Xuhua Palace also began to become boring.The Jingyuan water is too cold, and the white jade steps are too wide.

Putting down the scriptures that hadn't been turned over since opening, Xianjun stood up silently.

After leaving the Xuhua Hall, go northwest to Yangpu.In the realm of the gods, the decaying grass is not even horizontal and the night is not clear, there is no willow color in the city, and the flute is not heard.

I wanted to take a walk aimlessly, but the image of the red-tailed fox kept popping into my mind.

In this life, I am afraid that I will be robbed by his lovesickness.

Xianjun sighed lightly.With a flick of his sleeves, he headed towards the Liangjie River.

The Two Boundaries River separates the two realms of Yin and Yang.Unlucky place.

Immortals will not die, and the world of gods does not distinguish between yin and yang?Hehe, removing the immortal bones is also a mortal body.Another calamity, if you can't survive it, you will have to turn into a wisp of green smoke and go to the sky.

Scorched earth, real fire with five flavors, and thunder!

The scene on the other side made Xianjun's heart tremble: Heavenly Tribulation!

Walking towards the no longer snow-white figure step by step, it was like walking eight thousand miles on the tip of a knife.

"Didn't you say it's still early?" Xianjun said slowly.

The little fox raised his head, hooked his mouth and smiled with the last of his strength: "Hehe, it's me, I'm too stupid...Forget it, when I made a mistake..."

The voice was lost in the air, and the little fox closed his eyes slumped.

"Xuan Qing!"

The wind is rustling, blowing ripples on the Liangjie River, rippling around and around.

A few miles away, in the garden, the crystal clear dewdrops on Zhaodianhong fell along the veins of the leaves, silently and breathlessly.

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Hey, no matter how this chapter is changed, I am not satisfied.