On his first day down the mountain, a junior fellow from Qing Weizong was so poor that he only had an old sword left.
The last bowl of noodles in Fu Sheng Town had just been brought to the table. Before he could eat it, he held down the bowl with his other hand.
The man was wearing white clothes and red strings. He was too handsome to look like a human being, and his temper was not human either.
"This bowl belongs to me."
Yao Qingheng smiled: "Everything comes first, first served."
Suili raised his eyes: "Then take your hands away."
One person and one fox became enemies and walked together.
They once thought that the world was just busy, until they saw the flames of war burning through the village and the soul lanterns hanging all over the Bone Plains.
Later, the nine-tailed fox broke its tail to control the mountains and rivers.
Later, the human prince scattered his soul to raise the magic weapon.
Later, the snow fell in Qingqiu for a hundred years.
The fox guarded a soul-suppressing bead and finally waited until the man opened his eyes.
"Suili."
"Huh?"
"I'm hungry."
