The General Drew His Bow Slowly

After a long time, Jingyu's tone was inexplicably helpless. "I once picked up a silver fox. It was struggling to death when I first saw it. I mistakenly thought it was a secret soldier of the demon clan, and later raised it beside me. The little fox is cunning in nature, likes gold and silver, is greedy, angry and timid. When I fight with him, he is timid and will die. He is sleepy and hungry for food." Qi Siyun, who had been silent all this time, sneered, with a hint of self-deprecation. "In your opinion, does this silver fox that has been with you for hundreds of years have no redeeming qualities?" Jingyu shook her head, remembering that the silver fox in the early wind curled up on her heart to warm her and heal her after she was seriously injured. I think of that fox sneaking out of the cave and digging for herbs with its paws. After Jingyu falls asleep, quietly apply it on its wound, Thinking of the sleepy little fox, although sleepy, it would always be by her side, Day and night are inseparable, I also remembered the despair of the fox sealed in the sword. Originally thought it was a desperate encounter, but Jingyu didn't expect it was a sudden death. There was a dull pain in her heart, but she didn't get angry when faced with Qi Siyun's unprovoked words. She just slowly shook her head: "Aversion, delusion, joy, anger, and sorrow all arise from me. It is me and I am it. How can it be worthwhile?" Qi Siyun was stunned for a moment. When he came to his senses again, Jingyu had already left. Purpose: redeem yourself