The Little Fox Demon Doesn't Want To Have Cubs

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In early winter, Changming Mountain had its first snow this year.

This heavy snow, which was earlier than in previous years, covered the entire land overnight, stretching for hundreds of miles, and the sky and the earth were one color.

On the snow-covered mountain road, a snowdrift suddenly moved, and a round head protruded from it.

It was a little fox.

The little fox's fur is a very beautiful bright red, with only a little white fluff on the tip of the ears and the tip of the tail. It is very small, about the size of a newborn fox cub, but it has a long and fluffy tail.

It climbed out of the snow pit, looked around blankly, and stared blankly, as if it had just woken up.

Then, it raised its head and yawned big, sat down on the snow, its fluffy tail curled up, covering most of its body completely.

With a snap, a cloud of snow hit the little fox on the head.

The little fox was not fully awake yet, his ears trembled from fright, and then he heard a series of chirping birdsong.

"Li Ruan, after being beaten back to its original shape, no matter how slow you react."

It was a small tit, covered with thick dark gray feathers, with its slender tail curled up, jumping up and down on the branches: "Before Isn't it very powerful, and it can attract such a big thunder."

The little fox shook off the snow on his head, and slowly narrowed his eyes.

It planed quickly with its two paws on the snow, rolled a snowball, turned around, and swept its tail deftly.

With an "ow", the tit was hit right on the ground by the snowball, and rolled down from the treetops, leaving a small round hole in the snow.

"Hmph."

The little fox didn't look at it much, its tail curled up again, and its two front paws lightly stepped on the tail.

After squatting in the snow for too long, my paws are a little cold.

The little fox is called Li Ruan, and he is a fox demon.

At least half a month ago it was.

Li Ruan came to Changming Mountain 300 years ago. In his own words, because Changming Mountain is at the foot of the capital and above the dragon veins, it is rich in aura and is most suitable for cultivation and ascension.

It is true that the aura is abundant. Most of the animals on Changming Mountain have opened their spiritual consciousness, and many of them have spirits living in sojourn and practicing.

As for Feisheng, no one has ever seen it, so it is impossible to know whether it is true or not.

Only Li Ruan.

He can summon the thunder at any time, and firmly believes that as long as he survives the ninety-nine and eighty-one thunder tribulations, he can ascend to the fairyland. It's a pity that in the three hundred years since he came to Changming Mountain, he has tried no less than ten times, except for chopping Changming Mountain into a mess every time, without any results.

On the contrary, the little animals who live here don't like him very much.

Who likes a guy who wants to make you homeless at any moment?

However, Li Ruanxiu is high, no matter how little animals in the mountains don't like him, they dare not do anything to him. Until half a month ago, Li Ruan survived another thunder calamity, was shattered by the sky thunder, and returned to his original form.