The little white fox ran in the grass like a flash of lightning.

Humans can't keep up with its footsteps, so it walks and stops for a while, sniffing from time to time, and its black eyes are rolling.

The people of the sleepy tribe stayed in their own tribe, waiting for the treasure land to bring Jiangliu over, while Mu Ling and Tianyang Rongyue set out first with the fox.

The fox's sense of smell is not bad. If you really want to search, it is not much different from the big dogs and the two dogs, and it is more spiritual.

Just walking along, Rong Yue increasingly felt that the little fox was not an ordinary fox.

Animals need a variety of skills to survive in the wild, and the simplest reason is to wear a protective color.

Green bugs, khaki chickens, gray hares. These things are hidden in the woods and grass, and are not easily discernible by the eye.

It's true that the little fox hides perfectly in the snow, but after winter, this white fur is almost afraid that the natural enemy will not see it.

Rong Yue originally thought that it would have to change the color of the hair after it sheds, but who knew it wasn't. It's hot, it sheds hair, but what grows out is still white...

Throwing it in the grass, it glows white.

The little fox didn't understand anything, he just knew that he was walking around the three humans, acting like a spoiled child, kicking his legs, and begging for food.

After running like this for three days, at noon this day, it suddenly jumped up on a big boulder, stared into the distance, and stopped moving with its tail wagging.

"Scarf?" Rong Yue rubbed its head, and the little fox turned his head aggrieved.

They couldn't communicate, but Rong Yue always understood some information from her actions: "Is the taste gone?"

"Jiji!" Scarf shouted hard.

"Is the direction of disappearance this way?" Rong Yue asked again.

The scarf jumped off the big rock, turned around a few times as if chasing his tail, and then squeaked to the north.

"..." Rong Yue was worried: "Who did this fox learn the fox language from?

Mu Ling: "...it keeps talking to me..."

Tianyang helped his forehead: "There's still ooh."

Just after he finished speaking, the scarf suddenly jumped on the big stone, and his claws stepped on it excitedly. He chose a comfortable position to squat and sat down, raised his head, and pointed towards the north: "Ouch——"

I don't know what caused this sound, and after a few seconds, the earth suddenly shook slightly.

The three approached vigilantly, and Tian Yang grabbed Rong Yue and Mu Ling with his left and right hands respectively.

The shaking gradually subsided, and after a while, the scarf jumped off the stone and circled around them again.

"It should be fine." Rong Yue looked into the distance, thoughtfully. He added: "Let's hurry up."

The lines of the mountains gradually emerged before their eyes.

It was confirmed that the fox still let them move towards the mountain, and after walking for two more days, the three finally came to the foot of the mountain.

The temperature has dropped, and the cool wind is blowing.

This mountain is not too high, but it is quite steep, and it is estimated that it will take a lot of effort to climb up.

If the opposite side of the mountain is also about the same arc, it will be very difficult to descend the mountain.

Rong Yue had never heard of the mountains here, nor did the Yanbu know about it, nor did the sleepy tribe tell them, so they must not know much about it.

And because of the occlusion of the middle terrain, at least looking in this direction from the Xingyue tribe, you can't see the mountains here.

As for the other side of the mountain, no one knows the situation.

Rong Yue became curious and decided that she must look over it after finishing her business.

The foxes lost their way, and for a moment they didn't know where to go.

It was not early, so Tian Yang decided to take a night's rest and wait for dawn before starting to look for clues.

In the evening, Mu Ling set up traps around them as usual. Tianyang woke up in the middle of the night and found that Rong Yue was not asleep, but sitting cross-legged outside the tent.

Rong Yue held her cheek with one hand and looked upward, towards the direction of the mountains.

"Can't sleep?" Tian Yang asked him, pulling up the low curtain.

"Well." Rong Yue said lightly, "I always feel uneasy."

It has been five days since they found the sleepy grass mowed away. It was only after they found out.

If this grass is really cut by the group of wolf head tattoos, they will definitely use it to do bad things. Once it's too late, it's really too late. irreparable.

"When I was a beggar chicken two days ago, I was putting honey on the chicken and thinking of the wasps." Rong Yue said softly, "If I were really a god, I could resurrect them. But I'm not."

"Thinking about it this way, in the game before, all players were gods. Even if they died, they could be resurrected at the temple or altar without paying too much."

"Even if all the wolves are killed now, it's just revenge."

Rong Yue sighed: "I'm too weak."

Tianyang sat down next to him and looked at the mountain with him.

"Not now, not necessarily later."

Rong Yue was stunned and looked at Tian Yang.

"Your ability has been increasing. Although you are used to it and don't feel it, in the eyes of others, everything you do is a miracle."

"Even if you read a poem, you can drop a colorful light, making the weakest warrior infinitely powerful. This is a miracle."

"Besides," Tian Yang whispered, "you don't know what will happen in the future, right?"

"..."

indeed.

When he reaches the 100th level, he doesn't know what kind of changes he can bring about at the level before his time-travel.

Even [Oracle] whether this skill can be used, and how to use it, is still an unsolved mystery.

Now is not the time to be discouraged.

Future skills...what if?

Rong Yue's expression softened, and she smiled relieved after a while.

He slowly read out the dharma of the hymn. This time, different from the strange pronunciation in the past, it brought a nice melody. During the singing and ups and downs, one after another round colorful light dots rose from the grass and floated into the sky.