The whole world is pampering me how to break [Quick Transmigration]

On the top of the willow on the moon, the white moonlight poured down on the ground, and the black shadows of the branches scattered on the ground swayed with the wind. At this moment, a pair of erect ears suddenly appeared on the ground, and the shadows were stretched long. The outline of the entire body completely appeared on the ground, and when I took a closer look, the shadow on the ground turned into a small figure at some point, making people want to rub their eyes to see if it was an illusion.

"Yueyue!" The young monk who was waiting under the tree was so excited when he saw the person coming, "What are you holding?" The aroma of the wine is intoxicating.

"Of course it's wine!" The little fox said with a wicked smile, and handed the wine jar to the little monk, "Smell it, it's delicious!"

The little monk who always followed the little fox directly avoided the wine jar, blushing and said, "Monks are not allowed to drink alcohol."

"╭(╯^╰)╮, it's really boring." The little fox was suddenly a little discouraged. He picked the persimmons hard, sold them for money, and exchanged wine, but he was the only one to drink. Hmph, forget it. Drink it yourself every month!

"Let's go, I brought a lot of delicious food!" The little monk shook the pastry and fruit in his hand, and took the little fox's hand, "I know there is a place where you can watch the moon, and there is a stone table."

The sweetness of the pastry and the fragrance of the fruit made the little fox's unhappiness disappear instantly, and immediately took the little monk's hand back, "Hurry up, hurry up, let's hurry up."

"Okay." The little monk quickened his pace, but he never let go of the little fox's hand.

"It's here." The little monk pointed to the slightly dilapidated pavilion in front of him. He didn't know what dynasty it was. The red paint on the pavilion was already mottled, reflecting the bright white moonlight, as if it had experienced countless times. The precipitation of the years, through endless time, "I have wiped it, it is very clean, and the moon is beautiful from this angle."

As soon as the words fell, the little fox had already broken free from the little monk's hand, "It's so beautiful! Come quickly, little persimmon!"

I saw the bright white and cool moonlight hitting the delicate young man's side face, which was coated with a hazy sense of mystery, but he smiled happily, like an elf who had strayed into the mountains by mistake. On his chest, he felt the accelerated heartbeat of "plop plop plop".

"Little persimmon, hurry up!" Seeing the little monk standing still for a long time, the little fox yelled again anxiously.

"Yeah, I'm here." The little monk suddenly came back to his senses. At that moment, he seemed to be in a dream, but at this moment he returned to reality.

The little fox looked up at the bright moon. What are Sister Chang'e and Sister Yutu doing now?Are you still dancing?A dreamlike dancing picture gradually appeared in front of the little fox's eyes.

"What is little persimmon thinking?" The little fox suddenly looked back at the little monk.

"I..." The little monk smiled lightly, "I'm thinking about my parents..." The little monk replied with lowered eyes, the shadow cast on his face, he couldn't see the emotion on his face clearly, but the little fox Feel the sadness radiating from him.

"Are they in the sky?" the little fox asked. The little monk kept looking up at the sky just now, so his parents must be in the sky!

Looking at the innocent eyes of the little fox, the little monk nodded slightly.

"Then they will have a very happy life!" said the little fox. When he returns to the sky, he must go to see little persimmon's parents.

The affirmative tone of the little fox has no source but is inexplicably convincing, "Well, I think they will be very happy." The sadness of the little monk was swept away, because I met you, so I also feel very happy nah!I think you must be a gift from my parents.

"Come on, little persimmon, let's play a game, shall we!" The little fox conjured a pen out of nowhere, and the end of the jet-black brush was still dripping with black ink, emitting a creepy light under the moonlight.

"What game?" the little monk asked curiously.

"Rock paper scissors, do you know it? Little persimmon." The little fox twirled the brush in his hand with his chubby fingers, and the black ink on the brush splashed directly on his face, and the little fox directly wiped it with his hand, "Hey? It’s obvious that everyone turned well! Hmph, it must be because this pen is not easy to use!”

Qingheng: Hehe, Yueyue, it's obviously your clumsy hands, okay?

"Hey! Yueyue..." The little monk suddenly let out a long sigh, but his little face turned red from holding back, and he tightly covered his mouth with his hands, for fear that he would laugh out loud.

"Little persimmon, what's the matter?" The little fox suddenly stretched out his head in front of the little monk, and the little monk took a step back in fright, "Don't move, I'll wipe your face."

I saw that the child's white and tender cheeks were stained with a ball of black ink, and it spread around randomly, almost smearing half of the face.

"Don't move." The little monk stretched out his face in front of the little fox, the other's glazed eyes were shining with flowing luster, radiant and extraordinarily beautiful, the eyelashes like a small fan flickered, flickering like feathers, sweeping I feel itchy.

"Ah, Yueyue's hand." The little fox raised his hand and saw that the white and tender palm was covered with ink, and the original color could no longer be seen.

"It's all over your face too." The little monk said this fact helplessly.

"Ah, I haven't started playing the game yet!" The little fox opened his mouth in surprise, pouted bitterly, with an unhappy expression on his face.

"Then what should I do? Well, I'm the same as you now..." I saw the little monk's hand quickly brushing over the brush that was still dripping ink, and when he looked again, there was a little fox face on his face On the exact same ink.

"Little persimmon, you are so ugly!" The little fox looked at it, laughed through his tears, and laughed at the little monk mercilessly.

The little monk smiled helplessly, who is he doing this for!Forget it, as long as the little fox is happy.

"Then we can play a game together, rock paper scissors." The little fox hasn't forgotten that game, hehe, he must find a place with the little monk, he couldn't even recognize his face when he was painted by Ah Heng last time , Thinking of the fiasco of the last time, he couldn't help but beat his chest, how could he not win a game!

"Okay, what should I do if I lose?" the little monk asked.

"Just use this brush to draw on the face." The little fox smiled innocently.

He just knew it.The little monk looked up at the still bright moon.

"Yueyue loses again! Little persimmon, please paint lightly." The little fox sat on the stone bench aggrieved, and said pitifully, he dare not look at his face now, he must have lost his peerless beauty.

"Okay, I'll take it easy." The little monk smiled and drew a dark circle on the little fox's face.

"Come again, Yueyue will definitely win this time!" The little fox said with high spirits.

"Stone!" The little fox threw out the stone without hesitation, "Hahaha, little persimmon, you are scissors, Yueyue won!" The little fox excitedly raised the brush, ready to show his skills on little persimmon's face .

"Well, you won, let's draw." Just now I deliberately slowed down a bit, let the little guy win once, the little monk closed his eyes, and let the other party make trouble on his face.

"Little persimmon..." The little persimmon seemed to have grown up a lot. The little fox looked at the other's cheeks in confusion, touched his own still fleshy cheeks, drew a circle hastily, and took the brush away.

"What's the matter?" The little fox's suddenly lost tone made the little fox panic, could he see that he let him.Then unhappy?

"It's nothing, let's continue playing." As long as the little persimmon is still the same little persimmon, he will always be his good friend.

"Okay." The little fox's face was still the same as usual, and the little monk continued to quietly let the other party win a few rounds. For a while, the two ended up in a draw.

"Yueyue is still very good!" It must be because of bad luck that day, the little fox found a perfect excuse for his defeat last time.

"Yes, it's very powerful." The little monk agreed with a smile, and the little guy was even more embarrassing.

"It's delicious." The little fox squinted his eyes and took a sip, smacking his tongue, "Are you sure you don't want to drink it? It's very fragrant and delicious!" The little fox swung the wine glass, and the faint aroma of the wine diffused in the night sky with.

"No." The little monk turned his face away, but the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus lingered on the tip of his nose.

"That's such a pity, it's a rare delicacy in the world!" The little fox shook his head and said solemnly, but his hands kept pouring the wine.

"Hey hey, little persimmon, your head has become three." The little fox dragged his cheeks, held the wine glass, and looked at the little monk in front of him with a smirk.

The little monk knew that the little fox was drunk as soon as he heard it. Looking back, the little fox's eyes were blurred, his cheeks were flushed, his red lips were raised, and he smiled cheerfully, "Little persimmon, don't move... Yueyue is dizzy... "

"You're drunk. I'll help you go back to rest." The little monk got up from his side and said, before reaching the other side, he had already dodged his hand, "No Yueyue, Yueyue is going to dance! Dance the fox Dance!" ╭(╯^╰)╮, the fox dance is much more beautiful than the rabbit dance!

This time, the little fox killed nearly a jar of wine by a single fox. Almost as soon as he jumped, his feet went limp, and he fell straight into the little monk's arms in a daze.

"Hey? Little persimmon! Hehehe, do you want to know what sweet-scented osmanthus wine tastes like?" the little fox asked mysteriously.

Before the little monk could think about it, he felt a burst of softness on his lips, and the aroma of wine, which was much stronger than before, rushed straight to his forehead. The blood in his whole body boiled instantly, and his cheeks were as red as if they were about to bleed .

"Does it smell good?" The culprit suddenly distanced himself and asked with a smile.

The little monk, who had long lost his ability to think, nodded blankly.

"I know! Hahahaha!" The little fox felt that his taste was recognized, so he fell asleep in peace...