Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

The girl's sensitive reaction made Yuan Li couldn't help touching it again.

"You... don't move, I'll fix it myself." The girl's voice trembled a little, and he was heartbroken when he heard it.

Yuan Li's eyes were deep, like a night without stars and moon, it was dark.

I couldn't help but count the days silently in my heart: this little sheep has been raised for more than ten years, and it seems that it can almost eat meat...

The vixen with a string in her head didn't know what the young man was thinking. She only felt that the place he touched was a little cool, a little itchy, but more numb.

The boy silently covered her with the quilt, then got up and said, "It's getting late, go to sleep."

Bai Zhen blinked, "Oh...Okay."

After such a small episode, Bai Zhen completely lived a life of hemiplegia like a salted fish.

Now three meals a day not only have to be eaten in bed, but Yuan Li has to blow the cold to feed her.

It was obviously the back that was injured, as if the hand was also disabled.

Bai Zhen needs to take the initiative to do every day, it is estimated that only blinking and gasping are left.

Bai Zhen Anxin took care of her injuries for two or three days. Yuan Li knew that she liked to eat peaches, so she would go up the mountain to pick some fresh ones for her every day.

This day, Yuan Li went out the door as usual, Bai Zhen was lying on the bed, and there was a plate full of peaches on the plate at hand, Bai Zhen nibbled slowly, while reading the book and looking vigorously, while waiting for the boy to return Family.

And the boy she waited for did indeed go to Taolin.

but--

But not specifically to pick peaches.

At this time, the young man was walking unhurriedly, his slender figure was complimented by a well-cut black shirt, and his short boots were embroidered with gold-edged patterns. Every step forward, there would be a faint golden light in the sunlight.

This picture was supposed to be beautiful.

But in front of the boy, there were two people lying on his stomach.

Their faces and bodies were covered in blood, their hair and clothes were unkempt, and at a glance, it was difficult to tell who they were.

On their ankles, there was a very deep wound, and blood was still gushing outward.

The hamstrings were torn off, and their desire to survive forced them to crawl forward with their hands supported. On the dark green lawn, several long bloodstains were particularly dazzling.

The sound of the boy stepping on the grass every step of the way was like a clarion call for his life.

Their fingertips had oozing blood from crawling, but they didn't seem to feel pain at all, and they just went forward desperately, forward...

Yuan Li followed so casually, not seeming to be in a hurry to kill them, but rather amused by their desperate expressions.

The road finally came to an end.

Zongqian Zongkun looked at the ten thousand zhang cliff below, and his body couldn't stop trembling.

They turned their heads, their mouths full of blood, their pronunciation slurred, "Yuan... Yuan Li, please, please let us go, we... we promise, never to appear in front of you again! I, I swear !"

Zong Gan knelt on the ground, banged his head more than a dozen times, and reached out to grab the hem of the boy's clothes, but he fluttered away.

The teenager smiled. His handsome face is like a **** under the sunlight, his face is peerless, a pair of dark red eyes and the red mark on his forehead make him extremely charming.

"Let you go? Oh, it's too late."

He raised his hand, a cloud of black mist condensed in his palm, aimed at Zong Gan's chest and hit it—