Raising a Fox Consort: The Cold Demonic Wang’s Sweet Love

"Hey……"

Although the night ink said so, however, the wind has no traces, and there is no worry in my heart! ?

However, the personality of the man in front of him, he is the most clear.

This man, what is in his heart, will be hidden in his heart.

If you have a hard time, you can only suffer yourself.

When I think of it, the wind can only shake my head with helplessness.

I don't know why God is so cruel to this man.

The man was so cold, it was hard, and there was a little fox that made him laugh. Now, the little fox disappeared for no reason.

I don't know if there are any people in the future who can make this man happy...

There is no trace of the wind that has no help but sighs with respect to the heart. The night is cold and cold, just standing there quietly.

At this moment, the night ink only feels that the heart seems to be missing something, empty.

That kind of emptiness, so strong, makes him flustered...

In fact, his heart, in the past, has always been empty, nothing.

However, at the time, he had been used to it.

Everyday, just burying himself in the political front, not to help the emperor deal with political affairs, it is to bring troops to fight, to kill all the year round, and think nothing.

However, since the encounter with that little fox, his entire world has changed.

At that time, he led the troops to attack the thief, and he was chilled and unconscious.

At that time, he only felt that the whole body seemed to be in the cold hail, so cold and cold he almost suffocated.

However, just as he couldn't support it, he only felt that a warm thing was approaching himself.

At that time, the consciousness of survival made him desperate to hug the warmth of the group.

Just thinking, take the warmth of the group, warm up his body...

However, he did not know that when he woke up, he would find that the group was in a coma, warming his things, actually a furry and cute little fox.

It was that little fox that saved his life.

He didn't know. Later, he would love the little fox so much, and treat it as a treasure...

However, nowadays, the little fox that made him look like a jewel suddenly disappeared.

Suddenly, he was caught off guard.

The heart, empty, as if everything in my heart was hollowed out with the disappearance of the little fox.

However, the little fox got along with him bit by bit, its mischievous, its every move, a lovely smile, funny movements, all of a sudden appeared in his mind, lingering.

Alcohol, why are you leaving? ?

You are experiencing an accident, or you are not willing to stay with him, you have to leave him! ?

If it is the former, let the night ink flustered.

The latter, but let the night ink cold heart sad.

No matter which kind, it makes the night ink cold and helpless.

Alcohol...

Hey……

At the moment when the night ink was cold and lonely, suddenly, in the brain, there was a strange exclamation -

"Night chills... is a drink..."

With this strange voice, the night of the cold brain, can not help but pop a stupid picture.

It seems that on that night, when he lost his senses and madness, he was confused and heard who said such a sentence.

However, that sentence, he has already remembered it is not clear, but vaguely remembered, it seems that there is a strange female voice, exclaiming something in his ear.

"Liquor...the night is cold..."

Think of it here, the night of the cold cold that good-looking sword eyebrows, can not help but a glimpse.

In the end, he remembered it wrong, or what happened.

There was also a strange female voice, faintly, as if he had stupidly woke up to see the woman’s voice that night.

However, at that time, the night woman, what did he say to him! ?

It seems that the woman of the night, what I said, is related to the wine! ?

Is he getting it wrong, or! ?

Also, that night, the woman, why is there? ?

That woods, on weekdays, few people go, let alone the night.

Plus, the depths of the woods, from time to time, and the beasts go out, ordinary people are afraid to go there.

Why, the woman that day will appear there! ?

At that time, the wind was not mistaken. I thought that the woman of that day wanted to use it for him.

Only then did he take a closer look and found that his robe was torn, and the clothes were gone.

In addition, his palms and face are still bloody, a bright red embossing, still still...

While thinking about it, the night ink could not help but slowly raise the palm of his hand.

I saw the palm of my hand, and a shallow embossed mark fell into his sight...

In my heart, a group of doubts is constantly entangled, so that the night is cold and unpredictable.

Just as the night is cold and cold, the wind standing beside him is no trace. Goodbye to the night, I feel like a worry, and I look at my palm from time to time. Imprinted.

Seeing this, the wind has no trace on the face, and then the thin lips are slightly open, and the opening asks.

"Cold, what are you thinking about??"

When I heard the wind without traces, the night's cold lips were slightly stunned, and then I said.

"No trace, that night, the king seems to have heard, the woman, said something to the king, but the king did not remember the night's things, just vaguely, as if to hear the woman called this The name of the king, and what is the drink..."

"what!?"

When I heard the night cold, the wind had no trace on the face, and then the Ying’s eyebrows could not help but glimpse.

"Cold, you said, that night, I heard what the woman said to you!? But, no! Every time you have a voodoo attack, you will lose your senses, and the six parents will not recognize it, as if it were hell. It’s scary!”

There is no trace of the wind. When it comes to this, the face is a little bit lingering.

After all, he has also experienced this matter.

It was a few years ago. At that time, although he knew that the night was in the cold, he had heard his cronies mention the terrible move of his voodoo attack. However, he thought that those people only exaggerated their words.

Then on the fifteenth day, he went behind because he was worried about the cold night.

When I saw it, that face was murderous, pale, bloody, and irrational, like a man as terrible as Hell Shura, really intimidating.

Born in the Royal Emperor, what has never been seen before! ?

However, the man of that night, the murderous murderous, the horrible move, no one can.

When he came back to God, he was shocked that the woods around him had been devastated by this man...