Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1868 Entangled (3)

It is injured and has some mobility problems.

White light flashed by.

That fluffy little ball of hair turned into the man in the vast white dress.

Beautiful white, too white.

Like a touch of lotus on the top of the lotus, the whole body is full of soft light, and the fragrance gradually permeates.

She is probably extremely beautiful, with her long black hair loose, her body bent low, and that white lotus-like snow-colored gauze dress reveals her curves faintly.

Exquisite and beautiful, the skin is white and tender to glow.

The exposed part of the lotus root arm is white and glistening, glowing with moist water.

Lively and beautiful.

Soft as boneless, slender as willow.

She is so flattering that even the hem of her skirt is seductive.

Can't help but want to tear it apart.

After she transformed into a human form, she seemed to have no strength left. She covered her wound and leaned against the boulder for a long time.

When the wound gradually showed signs of healing, she waited for a long time, and then slowly, supporting the boulder, she stood up.

The wound was accidentally involved, so she just frowned.

The delicate and beautiful little face lost its color and became pale.

Just like that, holding back without saying a word, those white and weak fingers covered the boulder.

The tail behind him, which could not be retracted due to the injury, hung down weakly.

Wet by the thick water vapor in the air, half wet and not dry, will gradually lose temperature in the cold air.

Fearing that the people who had been biting her before would come back, she covered her wound and did not stay here for long.

It's not safe to leave here directly, those damned people are still hanging around here.

The fox demon, who was injured and greatly weakened, with a pale face, just supported the slippery and cold stone wall of the cave, and walked slowly towards the depths.

Looking for another safe exit.

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But this cave...

Some are surprisingly deep.

The further you go in, the colder it gets.

It was unbearably cold.

At the entrance of the cave, there is still a lot of moist water vapor.

Even if it is cold, it is still bearable.

But after walking in this way, for some reason, the temperature dropped precipitously.

Cold, cold to the depths of the soul.

It was so cold that there was no water vapor, and the air inside became thinner and drier.

And the regular, rhythmic sound of dripping water is getting louder and louder.

Inside, there seems to be little Tan water.

"..." The person who had been supporting the stone wall to walk in slowly squatted down.

Clutching his left abdomen, he slowed down for a while.

Because it was put on by a magic weapon, and it was stained with a magic spell specially designed to deal with demons, her wounds healed slowly, and she is still bleeding now.

Non-stop, spreading down her white skirt.

It almost soaked the skirt in front of her.

The drops fell on the ground and soon condensed into ice.

It was cold and painful, and I still had no strength in my body.

That poor squatting beauty's eyelashes trembled.

The white and tender ears turned into furry fox ears with a bang.

The ears are white and soft, pointy, the same color as her snow skirt.

Covering her wound, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Lifting his eyes to see the still bottomless cave, he pursed his lips.

The bright red lips were a little faded.

At this time, I don't know where I went. The cave is very dark, pitch-black, and extraordinarily quiet.

Only the constant sound of dripping water, "tick-tick-tick--"

As if guiding her in the direction.

(End of this chapter)