"Xiao Xue..." At this moment, Lin Chuan found himself plunged into a magical state. In his mind, there was only Murong Xue, her figure so sorrowful, causing Lin Chuan's heart to ache. He held her tightly.
The three-tailed spirit fox appeared above Lin Chuan's head. It glanced at Murong Xue not far away, then looked at Lin Chuan below, screeching strangely a few times. From its expression, one could tell it was mocking Lin Chuan.
"Brother Lin, I am Murong Xue..." At this time, Murong Xue was surrounded by that white shadow, no matter how she tried to attack, it was of no use at all.
On the other side, the three-tailed spirit fox extended its sharp claws, slowly pressing down on Lin Chuan's head.
"Brother Lin, I am Xiao Xue!" Murong Xue couldn't help but cry out, truly overwhelmed by a sense of desolation.
"Xiao Xue..." Lin Chuan's eyes remained vacant and expressionless; he softly called out the name, recalling the image of himself crying bitterly while holding Murong Xue.
