Zhiwei was also stunned to see the little white fox standing bewildered and at a loss.
Something's not right.
According to the little white fox, it had just left home not long ago... But why had the ancestral land of the white fox turned into ruins?
Putting aside everything else for the moment, the little white fox had been constantly longing to return home. Seeing this scene would likely feel like a bolt from the blue.
The little girl with the ink-black hair squatted down, gently embraced the dumbfounded fluffy ball, and said softly:
"Don't be afraid. If our home is gone, we'll build a new one."
The little white fox turned into a lifeless fox again, resembling a puppet, motionless in Zhiwei's embrace.
This fox always behaves like this,
it becomes dazed and silly like a dead fox whenever it is strongly stimulated.
Chen Ye sighed as he surveyed the sprawling ruins.
He could imagine how prosperous and peaceful this place must have been in the past.
