During the war of the Warring States period, he transformed into a blind harpist. I moistened his strings with the blood from my throat and blocked the assassin's poison-quenching dagger for him.
In the smoke and rain of the Southern Song Dynasty, he was a painter from a poor family. I spent all my cultivation to exchange for his first prize, but I fell down on the snowy night outside the Qionglin Banquet.
During the troubled times of the Republic of China, he was an iron-blooded young marshal. I burnt down the enemy's headquarters with my own foxfire, and was shaken to death by the sound of his triumphal trumpet.
In this life, he is the mysterious president who controls half of Asia's auction houses, and I am the cultural relics doctor who restores his sky-high prices.
When his fingertips touched the blood-stained Millennium Sword Spike, the Nine-Tails mark sealed on my wrist suddenly burned hot——
"Little fox, in this life, I will change your fate against the will of heaven."
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The wind at the top of Kunlun is like a knife tempered by ice, carrying the snow foam that never melts all year round, whistling across the eternal glaciers. There should be no life in this extremely cold place. Except me.
I was lying under the icy rocks with the wind at my back, and my fur was the only different color in this vast whiteness - not the pure white of a snow fox, but an almost transparent glass color, flowing with a very weak, but extremely tough and warm brilliance. After thousands of years of hard training, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, and the aura of heaven and earth, which were so thin that the Jedi were almost exhausted, it was impossible to break out the phantom of the ninth tail under yesterday's thunder tribulation.
Nine-tailed glass fox. A name that has long been annihilated on the demon spectrum.
The feeling of weakness was like a gangrene attached to the bones, and the newly born ninth-tailed shadow was extremely fragile. Every blow from the wind and snow brought a sharp pain like tearing the soul. Consciousness floated between cold numbness and sharp pain, Liuli
