This is a snow fox as pure as white snow crystal, wrapped around the fox fur coat held up by the prosthetic model, elegant, noble and charming.


    The little snow fox hesitated for a moment. With the acquiescence of the old fox, he walked carefully to his mother.


    "Ouch ~"


    Suddenly, the tip of little snow fox was greatly stimulated. The strong perfume perfume made it vomit, and then bumping into the corner of the wooden board in panic, causing no small movement.


    "Shit! Those hateful mice again! I''ll teach them a good lesson this time!"


    "How can I teach you a lesson? They dragged all the traps they arranged the night before yesterday into the hole! I''ve never seen such arrogant mice!"


    "In order to solve this mess, madam scolded us many times!"


    "No, madam is coming!"


    There was a sudden sound of shock and anger. With the sound of hurried footsteps, several figures came from the outside to the window.


    "Someone is coming. Let''s go."


    The old fox was silent for a while, the severed fox ears stirred, listened to the footsteps of the owner of the clothing store, and quickly ran away with the little snow fox.


    Before the latter left, he took a reluctant look at his mother.


    Although mother has strong perfume smell, it can not erase the familiar smell.


    Mom''s sick?


    "Pa!"


    The wooden door was violently kicked open. One by one, the burly hunters, with dark circles under their eyes, first confirmed the fox fur coat, relaxed, and then quickly glanced at all corners of the room.


    Then, they found a mouse hole. A gray tail appeared at the edge of the hole. A strong hunter killed it, and a big hand was about to dig into the mouse hole!


    "Ah!"


    With a cry of pain, when his hand stretched out, he was bitten by the ambush trap and tore off a large piece of blood skin.


    The old fox hiding under the board glanced through the crack at the hunter who was treated and bandaged by his companions, flashing cold light.


    These hunters are the murderers who skinned his wife.


    There was indeed a nest of mice in the cave. However, at that time, I went to pursue the residual smell of my wife all the way in the middle of the night. Because I was too hungry, I swallowed all the rats dragging sausages into the stomach of the old fox, and the family was round and round forever.


    Then, it threw the pot to the mouse, planned the future step by step with the help of camouflage, first obtained traps such as animal traps, and then dug underground holes for several days to save the last child.


    "Oh, my God, what did you do?"


    Just then, a woman with heavy makeup screamed at the door.


    A woman has a beautiful face, a plump and hot figure, and her mature temperament is permeated by decorative jewelry.


    First she scolded the group of men who couldn''t even deal with mice, and then put on the most noble fox fur coat in the window with a proud face.


    The charming appearance and lady like temperament made the rude hunters drool and covet, but they were in awe of the Canary privately kept by the count and didn''t have the courage to start at all.


    But the old fox hidden under the board looked like a bloated and ugly woman.


    It still can''t forget that it was the mistress loved by the count in the cage who wanted to wear the best fox fur in the count''s hands. In order to please her, the surrounding hunters did not hesitate to harvest some good fox fur, supplemented by magic, and made the most charming fox fur coat on the wasteland.


    Therefore, in addition to going to a tryst with the count, she usually puts it in her clothing store and maintains this beloved thing by various means.


    "Pa!"


    The well-dressed lady walked out of the clothing store and walked at an elegant pace. At the door, there was a luxurious carriage with winding vines and blooming bright flowers, ushering in an intoxicating aroma.


    With the respect of the bodyguard and the flattery of the servants, the lady wrapped in a noble fox skin entered the carriage and showed a charming face in the window.


    On the headdress with micro curly hair, wearing a rose flower, the delicate but charming side is particularly lovable.


    Behind the car, a group of servants followed, carrying flower baskets and spreading flowers on both sides. Several musicians sang the ode of the God of harvest.


    The trysts were so grand that I was afraid that others would not know that she was the count''s underground lover.


    With beautiful women, fragrant cars and BMW are full of enthusiasm.


    But on the street where the clothing store is located, in the dark corner, dozens of ragged poor people are wandering, troubled by hunger and cold.


    One of them, a skinny young man, hearing this ode, couldn''t help gnashing his teeth and staring at the leaving carriage in shock and anger, with a deep hatred in his eyes.


    This snake hearted woman, relying on the power of the count, forcibly occupied their clothing store and ran it in her own name. It''s really hateful!


    He was quite indignant. Because he was involved in the game of nobility, he provoked a poisonous woman, which led to the improvement of the clothing store into others'' dowry and was forcibly transformed into a fox skin processing factory.


    At the thought of this, he turned his head. An old man leaning on the mossy wall covered his face with disheveled hair and covered with dust. Half of his leg was paralyzed to the ground. It can be seen from the bandage blackened by blood that this leg had been broken and was completely useless.


    But as soon as the old man heard this familiar ode, the object of praise was the God of harvest, which brought wealth and joy to the people. The old man trembled a few times, his dirty hands folded, and murmured deliciously, which was a prayer to the God he believed in.


    The old tailor of the clothing store was framed for refusing to work for the count''s mistress. He was not only expelled to the slum, but also broke one leg.


    "Damn! The great God of harvest, Arthas, do you let your devout believers be bullied by villains? Or are all these hardships given to us by our Lord?"


    The young man clenched his fist and stared at the carriage. His nails, which had not been built, pierced into the palm of his hand and shed light blood.


    Despite his anger, he kept his reason and restrained his desire to kill.


    The guardians assigned by the Lord to his mistress have silver rank. Obviously, she is very popular with the count, which makes it impossible for the poor young people to start.


    What''s more, he''s just a tailor apprentice in a clothing store. How can he kill people.


    Humiliation, hatred, suffocation


    Not only to this cruel woman, but also to the Lord who remains indifferent to all this!


    But he was thankful that there was a ferocious robber on the wasteland. The count sent an elite knight regiment, which obviously attached great importance to the robber.


    These robbers are also quite loyal and decisive. After each territory, they first defeat the nearby guards, then kill the Lord, plunder each other''s wealth, and distribute it to the hungry and cold poor. Like a devil''s temptation, they encourage people to bravely resist the Lord, break free from the shackles, and send the Lord''s family to the gallows.


    It is said that even the lovers of the Lord who had a little relationship were directly executed by just people!