There is a fox in Qingqiu, and its name is Mo Ran.
When Mo Ran was 3,000 years old, she was at most a half-grown girl in the clan, but she was the most miserable girl in the clan. However, she became fascinated when she heard a sermon from the Lord Xuan Ye, and she made a fuss about it and wanted to become a disciple.
Master, how old are you? Time flies so quickly, why bother. When he turned around, he saw a girl looking at him with disdain in her eyes. Master, are you too old to say that? ...
This fox was only slightly injured and lost his human form. When I recover from the injury, I will, I will... What will you do? Demon Lord Feng Zhi asked in a deep voice, raising his eyebrows and looking at the little white fox lying on the side with amused eyes. The little white fox seemed to feel threatened, narrowed his eyes and smiled, and ran to the Demon Lord in a cowardly manner, saying: I don't dare to do anything. The Demon Lord narrowed his eyes with satisfaction.
After not seeing each other for a thousand years, the little girl inherited the divine status and lived alone on Qingqiu Mountain for a thousand years. When we met again, everything seemed like the past. When we met the Lord God, it was no longer the same as before. The Lord God smiled and looked at the little fox: How have you been these past years? Still, Mo Ran couldn't help but tremble.
The fate is uncertain, even the Demon Lord met, "You left without saying goodbye, little fox, you are very brave." Mo Ran pulled up his sleeves to wipe the sweat on his head, and replied with a smile, "Thanks to the Demon Lord, it's okay, not bad..." The Demon Lord's unsatisfied "Hmm" had already frightened the little fox.
After thousands of years of entanglement, who is whose calamity? After thousands of years, who is fate and who is disaster?