Mountain God's Little White Fox (VI)

There are things inside that are precious to him, so he can't let the rain spoil him. If now the rain as an excuse to go back to the shrine, then ...... half thought, the little white fox and firmly dismissed the idea. I am a small fox with a backbone, said not to go back, will never go back! But the rain is endless, and the rain is getting more and more aggressive, the evening has turned into a lightning storm rainwater along the outside of the tree cave pouring in, pouring the little white fox's split head, wet hair sticky all over, very uncomfortable. Watching the water flowing in the nearby creek getting more and more turbid and rapid, the little white fox vaguely felt bad. Its intuition is correct, the rain to midnight is huddled in a tree hole dozing little white fox suddenly heard a distant rumble, is a huge flash flood, the torrent rolled, destroying everything along the way are swallowed up, like a fierce dragon general towards a village down the mountain. The little white fox who had never seen such a battle was stunned. But strange to say, the torrent halfway, but suddenly seems to be an invisible force blocked, after a few moments of stalemate, the mud and water cast dragon turned a corner, the head and tail swing, whistling into another valley between, disappeared. The village at the foot of the mountain was miraculously preserved and did not suffer any damage. The little white fox who came back to his senses ran like mad in the direction where the torrent disappeared. That was the direction of the shrine. When the little white fox ran to the shrine, the rain had stopped, and the flash flood also receded. But the shrine is also gone, the once exquisite and magnificent building compound turned into a pile of washed away broken wall remnants, covered by thick mud and fallen trees, completely unable to see the original appearance. The crows hovered over it, but could not see the dead carcasses that could be pecked at, and could only scatter in disappointment, flying towards the distant mountains and never returning. The mountain gods did not lie to it, these crows are indeed the messengers of God, and will bring a message about the calamity of heaven, but also in the case of anyone who dares to disobey the order of heaven for the gods to send down punishment, without mercy. Little white fox sharp eyes, in a pile of rubble to recognize the muddy little white fox doll, then scampered up on all fours, stretching out his claws desperately shaved up. Idiot. Big idiot. Why do you want to deliberately anger me away, why do not want me to help? The most important decision you make but not a word to me, so afraid that will be involved in me? We are not good friends who share the same blessings and difficulties? The big tears rolled down from the little white fox's eyes, but not because the paws were cut painfully by the debris. Compared to the heartache, this little trauma is nothing. The little white fox has been shaving ah shaving, until from the dark into dawn, the little white fox into a small mud fox, but even the shadow of the boy did not see, in the end, only shaved a few water-soaked glutinous rice dumplings, has been soaked in sewage into a puddle of mud, can not eat. The little white fox fell to sit among the wolves and cried so loudly. "Didn't you swear that you'd never come back?" When desperate, a voice came from behind the little white fox. "So soon you're backtracking?" The little white fox twitched his ears and turned around in astonishment. The familiar figure was standing in front of it, only it was not quite the same as the impression of the one in fancy clothes and with a stance, the other party's wide sleeves were torn in half, his trouser legs were rolled up, his bare feet were stepping in the mud, and there were long and short scratches on his exposed arms and calves, looking like any ordinary and downtrodden mortal teenager. "You?!" The little white fox himself did not react, the body first-rate to do the reaction, pounced over to cling to each other's thighs, crying snot and a tear, but also as far as possible to rub people. "Uh ......" the god of the mountain a black line to lift the leg, trying to stick to their mud ball shakes out. But it's no use. The little white fox, at this time, is simply more sticky than the glutinous rice dumplings.