The nine-tailed fox transformed into a peerless beauty Under the bright full mo

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The nine-tailed fox transformed into a peerless beauty Under the bright full moon, a graceful figure appeared, shining in the middle of the wild and magical mountain forest. It was a beauty that did not belong to the mortal world, a perfect beauty that words could hardly describe. Her skin was as white as the first snow of the season, smooth as the pearls reflecting under the moonlight. Her lips were bright red, like a newly bloomed rose, mixed with a bit of magic as if hiding the secrets of the night. Her eyes, deep and sparkling like the surface of an autumn lake, shone with a brilliant golden color like a small flame, seeing through all the worries of the world, both attractive and terrifying. Her hair reached her heels, smooth as a stream flowing through the rocky mountains, dotted with silver rays when the moonlight passed by. Each strand of hair seemed to carry the breath of the wind, fluttering with her every soft movement. Her body was supple, exuding balance and grace, each step was as light as gliding on the ground. Although she had transformed into a human, behind her were still nine long, shimmering tails, like silver waves sparkling under the moonlight. Those tails were not only a symbol of power but also evoked an inexplicable mystery, making it impossible for anyone to take their eyes off her. She wore a pure white dress, as fragile as mist, each embroidered line curved like silver waves of the ocean. In the front, a thin belt gently hugged her slim waist, highlighting her charm but not losing her elegance. Around her, the moonlight seemed to gather, creating a gentle halo. The wild mountain scenery suddenly became blurred by the thin mist, making her look like a beautiful but distant dream. The sound of the babbling brook, the sound of the wind rustling through the trees, all seemed to blend into a melody that enhanced her presence. Although her beauty is pure and charming, somewhere in her eyes and smile there is a distant sadness, as if she

The nine-tailed fox transformed into a peerless beauty Under the bright full moon, a graceful figure appeared, shining in the middle of the wild and magical mountain forest. It was a beauty that did not belong to the mortal world, a perfect beauty that words could hardly describe. Her skin was as white as the first snow of the season, smooth as the pearls reflecting under the moonlight. Her lips were bright red, like a newly bloomed rose, mixed with a bit of magic as if hiding the secrets of the night. Her eyes, deep and sparkling like the surface of an autumn lake, shone with a brilliant golden color like a small flame, seeing through all the worries of the world, both attractive and terrifying. Her hair reached her heels, smooth as a stream flowing through the rocky mountains, dotted with silver rays when the moonlight passed by. Each strand of hair seemed to carry the breath of the wind, fluttering with her every soft movement. Her body was supple, exuding balance and grace, each step was as light as gliding on the ground. Although she had transformed into a human, behind her were still nine long, shimmering tails, like silver waves sparkling under the moonlight. Those tails were not only a symbol of power but also evoked an inexplicable mystery, making it impossible for anyone to take their eyes off her. She wore a pure white dress, as fragile as mist, each embroidered line curved like silver waves of the ocean. In the front, a thin belt gently hugged her slim waist, highlighting her charm but not losing her elegance. Around her, the moonlight seemed to gather, creating a gentle halo. The wild mountain scenery suddenly became blurred by the thin mist, making her look like a beautiful but distant dream. The sound of the babbling brook, the sound of the wind rustling through the trees, all seemed to blend into a melody that enhanced her presence. Although her beauty is pure and charming, somewhere in her eyes and smile there is a distant sadness, as if she

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