Bringing Back from the Dead
Éditeur: Atlas Studios
Ye Yuan entered a shabby thatched house. Mournful weeping sounds came from inside.
"Make way, quickly make way! That little fox hasn't died yet. What are each one of you wailing like it's a funeral for?" Ye Yuan raised a hue upon entering the house.
Ye Yuan parted the crowd and saw a snow-white little fox lying on the bed. It was just that the fox's fur was stained with a fair bit of blackish-red colors. Clearly, it suffered very heavy injuries.
That little fox was severely wounded and on the verge of death at this time. Clearly, it was already unable to maintain human form and transformed back to its original body's appearance.
Yu Huan was currently sitting by the bedside. Seeing Ye Yuan shouting and wrangling, her brows involuntarily furrowed, "Xin-er is already on her deathbed. You shouting and wrangling like this, are you tired of living?"