Among them, there were several foxes whose auras were quite powerful.
The group of people passed through the fox pile and finally entered the valley.
Not far away, a crude building attracted the attention of Li Yueming and the others.
It was a totem made of stones. It had pointy ears and a long nose, forming the outline of a fox.
On the ground not far away.
The boxes that Qin Jun had left behind were still there.
Dozens of foxes were rummaging through the boxes, probably picking out the treasures inside.
Coincidentally, the Qin army was more practical.
The boxes were filled with shiny jewelry.
Therefore, the current situation was a group of foxes with different fur colors carrying all kinds of human jewelry.
From afar, it looked golden and noble.
Well...
How should he describe this scene? It was quite strange.
There was a trace of absurdity in the fantasy.
It was really the old cow flying in the sky.
