Little Fox Goes Down the Mountain

"Quan'er, go and chase Fu Baoer back." The Taoist said in one direction, "It's Master!"

After a gust of wind, a ball wrapped in red was thrown in front of the Taoist priest, "Wow..." A limp little white fox crawled out tearfully.

The little fox is angry!Ah Quan is an idiot, idiot!

How could he even be a prototype, woo woo woo, will he be disgusted by everyone... That's right, my sister said that shemale has different ways, so Mingzhe can't protect me now, right?

The more he thought about it, the more sad he became, the little fox grabbed a ball of clothes with his soft paws, buried his head in the clothes and wiped away his tears.

"Fu Xiaowu actually asked you to go down the mountain?!" The old Taoist had an unbelievable expression on his face, "Aooooooooooow." A certain little fox buried in the pile of clothes yelled a few times in disbelief.

"Master Dao, is this...?" The Empress Dowager asked cautiously.

"It's a stupid fox, there's nothing worth mentioning. Since your family has raised it, let's raise it!" The old Taoist could see what the queen mother was worried about at a glance, "This child is a direct descendant of the fox fairy, so don't treat him badly. Your family's Bo Wen's destiny to kill gods depends on the good fortune he can bring to Bo Wen." This sentence is the sound transmission of the old Taoist.

After the empress dowager heard about it, she saluted solemnly, "Then thank the Taoist priest."

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"Who are you?" Zhao Mingzhe, who had just returned from the palace, arrived. Seeing that the little fox had turned into a prototype, he felt impatient. The sword on his waist felt Zhao Mingzhe's murderous aura, ready to go.

The old Taoist stared at Zhao Mingzhe's waist, and the magic sword on Zhao Mingzhe's body instantly became quiet, "It's just a wandering man, not worth mentioning." The old Taoist replied with a smile.

"Pindao is entrusted by someone to clean the house for the benefactor."

"Who?" Zhao Mingzhe picked up the little fox and found that there was no wound, and his tone softened a lot. He wrapped the little fox in his clothes and questioned the priest.

"The current acting patriarch of the fox fairy clan is Fu Wanrou."

Just when Zhao Mingzhe wanted to say that he didn't know each other, the little fox turned into a human form, wrapped in a robe and said nervously in Zhao Mingzhe's ear, "It's my sister."

Zhao Mingzhe hugged the little fox and kissed him on the top of his hair.

"Then please ask the Taoist priest." Zhao Mingzhe picked up the little fox, "And the Taoist priest told your disciple, my man, don't touch him!"

Protecting weaknesses is a good traditional virtue of the Zhao family. No matter whether the little fox is injured or not, he is transformed back to its original form under the eyes of everyone. Even if it is the original form, Zhao Mingzhe is unwilling to share it with others.

How to say it, but there is one person that Zhao Mingzhe can't refuse even if he wants to.

"Wait a minute, Bo Wen." The empress dowager knew from the look of her son that he knew that his little concubine was not a human being, and she even kept it from her mother!Still such a cute little fox!

The empress dowager stepped forward and glared at Zhao Mingzhe, "Green sleeve, take your master down to tidy up your appearance, Zhao Bowen, you stay here!"

After all, the old Taoist was a man of vision, and when he saw this, he shook off the dust and left, saying that he would come back tomorrow.

The people who were supposed to go left, and the Empress Dowager grabbed Zhao Mingzhe's ear and scolded angrily, "Your wings are stiff, right? You don't want to tell my mother anything. Are you trying to kill me? If it weren't for that The old Taoist appeared, you are not going to tell me in your life, are you?"

Zhao Mingzhe lowered his head, followed his mother's hand without moving, and adjusted the angle so that the Empress Dowager's hand would not be too tired.

"No."

"You still dare to talk back?! Zhao Bowen! Let me tell you, I'm angry! I'm more angry than when your father found a concubine Rong!"

What does the Supreme Emperor (_) beside me have to do with me? ! !How long have you remembered?

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Fu Xiaowu's side.

A few days ago, Fu Xiaowu ran into an old friend on the way to do errands, so he asked him to find out where the little fox was first, and if he was in trouble, he would help the little fox or something.

These days things are getting busy, Fu Xiaowu straightened the bun on his head, recalling that white hair ball in his heart, he grew up beside her since he was a child, he is the latest among his friends Shaped.

Wonder how that stupid hairball is doing?

Fu Xiaowu was in a good mood thinking that he would be able to see his white-haired ball in two days.

Unfortunately, she didn't know that her Maotuantuan belonged to someone else...

A certain idiot hairball in the palace far away sneezed and rubbed his nose... Well, it seems to have caught a cold!

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Within a few days, the Taoist priest appeared in the palace with his big, black and strong apprentices. The big and small bags on the apprentices looked very spectacular.

The old man took a compass in the back garden and set it up in one direction, changed his robe to a more formal one, and started to practice with a mahogany sword in his hand.

Screams began to be heard from a yard not far away, and a figure in red was pulled out of Frost Flower Yard abruptly by the red thread. His pale face was particularly frightening, and a gloomy aura rushed towards him.

The red figure struggled, rushing in one direction with overwhelming resentment.

The old man tightened the red thread, unexpectedly, the resentful soul was so angry that he tore off a few of the red thread in a short while, and ran away!

"Hurry up!" The old Taoist took the mahogany sword, tapped his toes, and flew out.

Zhao Mingzhe watched from the side, and followed without thinking too much.

When he saw the old man again, he saw a red figure pinching Ruolan's neck, with a murderous look on his ferocious face. "Blood debts! Blood debts! Guarja!"

At this time, Zhao Mingzhe saw clearly that this resentful soul was nothing, it was poisoned and died earlier, Miss Luo.

Of course, there was nothing rational about her now.

The sharp nails dug into Ruolan's neck, Ruolan couldn't breathe, she could only cry with tears in her eyes, and called for help in her soft and weak voice, "My lord, help me."

"This is a personal grievance between me and Guerjia, I hope the prince will not interfere!" After all, Zhao Mingzhe is a born god of killing, and ghosts are afraid of evil people.

Therefore, the resentful souls began to negotiate conditions with Zhao Mingzhe!

Zhao Mingzhe looked at the two people in front of him with interest, "Tell me what your grievances are. I will give this person to you."

Before Zhao Mingzhe finished speaking, Ruolan stared wide-eyed, "No, my lord, I can't... my lord!"

As he said, tears fell down, "My lord, I have been with you for so many years, so many years, do you have no heart? You must die, you must die!"

Before she finished speaking, Ms. Luo pinched her neck tightly, "You are the one who died! It was you who killed me, it was you! What grudges do I have with you? You want to kill me, tell me!"

"Wait a minute, don't do any evil." The old Taoist locked Miss Luo again and trapped her in the formation. His apprentice Ah Quan sat cross-legged and began to purify the resentment on Miss Luo.

Zhao Mingzhe looked at Ruolan who was lying powerless on the ground, and raised Ruolan's chin with the toe of a shoe embroidered with gold flood, "Should you explain, what do you mean, you, killed her?"

"My lord, what are you talking about? I don't know anything about it."

"I'm impatient." Zhao Mingzhe raised his eyebrows, and a man in black appeared, holding a sword against Ruolan's neck. Zhao Mingzhe leaned against the pillar, "You still have ten seconds."

Ruolan smiled strangely and said, "My lord, I never lie, never."

After finishing speaking, mouthfuls of black blood overflowed, "My Guerjia family would rather die than surrender, my lord, I wish you good luck." Ruolan folded her hands on her chest, fell down smiling, and died with regret.

Looking at Ruolan's posture, Zhao Mingzhe's face darkened. It was a posture that only Bailing would do, and it was their belief.

"Investigate this matter for me! Immediately!"

"Yes, my lord."

"Hmm..." Zhao Mingzhe fell down before turning around, "My lord, my lord. Pass on to the imperial physician! Hurry up!"