fox repair

"What does this guest officer want to ask?"

Mo Chen looked at the person in front of him, and he was quite sure that he didn't have any spiritual energy in his body, he was just an ordinary mortal, and he didn't know what kind of mystery he was playing, but he used a Qingtong mask to cover most of his face, only showing the right eye. corner.However, it was the eyebrows and eyes at this corner that made Mo Chen feel extremely familiar.

A white fox came to tell a fortune with two pennies in its mouth, and the news spread like wildfire. After a while, people from half the street gathered around to watch the fun, and soon surrounded the white fox and the fortune-telling stall.

Mo Chen threw two copper coins into the bowl, originally to tease the magic stick, but who would have thought that this person would pretend to talk to him, as if he could really read his mind, so he was not polite, and prepared to let the magic stick Stick made a fool of himself, so he wagged his big tail, walked slowly around in front of his fortune-telling booth, then returned to his original position, patted the ground with his left front paw, and pressed the ground with his right front paw again.

"Oh, look! Look at that fox's paw!" exclaimed a passer-by with keen observation skills.

"Oh my god, why do you still seem to be talking, it's really interesting!"

"Hey, look at that fortune teller! It's really counted!"

Mo Chen was completely messed up this time around, so how could he really intend to communicate with this ordinary person?However, the fortune teller began to calculate with his fingers very seriously after he finished playing for a while.Mo Chen squinted his eyes to see what he was doing, and patted his tail on the ground impatiently. Finally, seeing that he seemed to have finished his calculations, he put down his hands and raised his non-existent eyebrows to see what nonsense he was going to talk about.

"This benefactor wants to ask me why I wear this mask, right?" The fortune teller's voice was hoarse, as if there was something wrong with his throat, but this did not affect Mo Chen's surprise.

Although the actions he just made didn't make any sense, what he was thinking at the moment was exactly what the man was asking.He was indeed curious about the face under the mask, and even had the urge to pounce on it to remove the mask, just because the exposed right eye reminded him of a person.

"To be honest, because I leaked too many secrets, I was punished by the heavens, my face was festered and sore, and I couldn't see my ugliness, so I could only cover it up with a mask."

Tsk, I really know how to say it, Mo Chen sneered secretly, thinking that this person is not boasting himself in disguise, and has leaked too many secrets, why doesn't he believe it, what kind of secrets can a small mortal see?So he took a few steps towards the fortune teller, staring straight at him with a pair of fox eyes.

Everyone around was watching the white fox's reaction.

At this moment, Mo Chen jumped up suddenly, rushed towards the fortune teller fiercely, and went straight to his bronze mask!The fortune teller seemed to have guessed his intention, and reflexively raised his hands to block.Mo Chen was overjoyed, aimed at the white bead on his wrist, opened his mouth and pulled the bead off, turned around and ran after grabbing it, then jumped up to the roof and disappeared.

The people around didn't expect this unexpected situation, they were all startled, and then they all turned their heads to look at the fortune teller, trying to mock him, but unexpectedly, the fortune teller just brushed off his robe and straightened his sleeves , and arranged the sand table and bamboo sticks on the fortune-telling booth, without any embarrassment. Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he calmly stretched out his fingers and gestured: "Well, that white fox has to come back."

Come on, that white fox is clearly here to snatch your hand bead, what's the face of it?He also pretended to talk to the white fox, and said that too many secrets were leaked, which is simply too ridiculous!

However, despite what they said, these people who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal still didn't leave immediately, as if they were waiting to see if the white fox would go and come back as the fortune teller said.After waiting for a full incense stick, not to mention the white fox, not even a single fox fur was seen. Everyone felt bored, and some of them had a bad temper and even scolded the fortune-teller. They were about to leave, but at this moment they saw A white shadow flashed and landed in front of the fortune-telling booth.

It turned out to be that white fox!

Some people in the crowd couldn't help booing and cheering for the fortune teller.

Mo Chen stared at the magic stick gloomyly, feeling very bad.

He felt that what happened today was a great shame!He clearly saw the bead in his hand, it was indeed his string, why did he find out that the bead was a fake after running for hundreds of miles with it in his mouth!He actually missed it!And still being teased by a mortal!

Even if the magic stick covered most of his face with a mask, he could still see the smile in his eyes at this moment.

big liar!

Mo Chen was very angry, and the consequences would be very serious. He jumped onto the table in front of the fortune teller, and was about to raise his claws to overthrow those money-swindlers and make a big fuss at the fortune-telling booth, but the magic stick leisurely lowered his voice Said to him: "If you make trouble today, you will never see that string of beads again in the future."

Mo Chen was startled, and then became furious.ha?How dare you threaten him!So the fox narrowed his eyes, and looked at the fortune teller, intending to use fox charm to make him lose his mind, and then obediently listen to him.

Sure enough, after just looking at each other for a while, the magic stick began to lose sight.

"Tell me, where do you put those bracelets?" Mo Chen used the technique of sound transmission to make a voice in the opponent's mind.

"Put it in..." the fortune teller said dully, then his eyes suddenly became clear and he smiled, "I won't tell you."

Mo Chen: "..."

Mo Chen still doesn't believe in this evil. He is a majestic alchemy mid-stage demon cultivator, but he can't even cure a small mortal?He disdained hand-to-hand combat, and cast a spell secretly, which didn't do much harm, it just made the victim's body itchy unbearably.Then he waited leisurely, but saw that the magic stick didn't respond at all, so what should he do? He even pulled the flag that said "Fortune-telling in Tianjie, two characters for one person" and shouted on the spot.

"Aren't you itchy?" Mo Chen continued to transmit the sound transmission. A monster cultivator cannot speak human words before taking form, but a monster beast above level [-] can use it when facing a low-level human cultivator whose cultivation level is much lower than his own. Spells are transmitted between each other's consciousness.Mo Chen has just broken through the middle stage of alchemy, and has only mastered this spell. Although he is not very proficient in using it, it is still easy to cast spells on a mortal who has no cultivation level.

"Itches." The fortune teller didn't seem surprised when he heard the voice in his head, and answered him quite cooperatively.

"Then why didn't you react at all?"

"Be patient."

Mo Chen was speechless. In order to force this person to submit, he changed another spell and cast it on the stick. This spell no longer makes people itchy, but hurts like thousands of arrows piercing the heart.This tactic was a bit cruel, Mo Chen didn't really want to use it, but he couldn't hold back his anger and wanted to teach this guy a lesson.

"Aren't you in pain?" Mo Chen observed for a while, seeing that this person had already started to doze off with his head propped up, he couldn't help but transmit the sound again.

"It hurts."

"then you……"

"Be patient."

Mo Chen was silent.

At this moment, there was a sudden yelling from the street, and an old farmer ran over with a big yellow dog in his arms, with a bright smile on his chrysanthemum-like face.

"Live fairy! Live fairy!" The old farmer ran all the way to the fortune-telling booth, plucking a freshly hunted hare from his waist. The hare was tied up with a rope and was still kicking. "Living Immortal! Thank you, Living Immortal, for helping me find our family Ah Huang. This dog has been lost for almost a month. We all thought he was eaten by wolves in the mountains. Yesterday, Living Immortal helped me with a divination. I follow your Sure enough, I found my Ah Huang! Thank you, thank you, the two pennies yesterday really humiliated you, this is a live rabbit, I hope the living gods will accept it!"

The fortune teller was about to speak, but who knew that the bustle on this side would never end, and the bustle on the other side started again. A fat woman ran over with a happy smile, shouting repeatedly: "It's mom! It's mom!"

It turned out that the peasant woman came to divination a few days ago and asked the neighbor's old cow whether she would give birth to a bull or a cow when she was pregnant. The fortune teller said that she would give birth to a cow.This kind of business is very common among farmers. It is also called "gambling with cattle". It means selling the cattle when they are pregnant.The peasant woman obeyed the fortune teller and made a lot of money, so she happily came to give a thank you gift.

With the incident of the white fox before, everyone felt that the fortune teller was a little extraordinary, but some people wondered if the white fox was raised by the fortune teller himself, and he arranged a play for them to direct and act. Until then, see People who had their divinations come true a few days ago came to thank them one after another, and those who were still skeptical completely let go of their guards, and joined in the fun, prepared a couple of coins, and lined up in the already long line of fortune-telling.

Mo Chen squatted next to the fortune-telling booth, staring at the magic stick gloomily, seeing that even if he was hit by his own magic spell, he could still make divination calculations for others without changing his expression, and finally lost his temper, and withdrew the magic spell , ready to think of a different way to deal with him.

At sunset, the fortune teller was about to close the stall and leave. Today he has made a lot of money, which is completely different from the previous few days.However, the line waiting for the fortune-telling was still very long, and those who didn't get there were all discouraged when they saw that he was leaving, so they could only secretly make up their minds to come back early tomorrow.

The fortune teller rolled up the flag and carried it on his shoulders, with money in one hand and tools in the other, and began to walk home slowly.Mo Chen followed behind him, and wanted to make trouble for him and give him a chrysanthemum blossom, but when he saw the lonely shadow of this man reflected in the sunset, for some reason, he suddenly felt compassion and didn't do it.

"You give me that string of beads, and I'll give you an elixir, which can make you disease-free, pain-free, and youthful-looking for a hundred years, how about it?" Mo Chen began to be persuasive.

"Having an ugly face, what's the use of not looking old? Birth, old age, sickness and death are done in accordance with nature. Suffering is joy, life and death are joy, disease and poverty are joy, so what's the use of asking for elixir? Isn't it a loss of life? The fun? If you don’t want to change it, let’s give up on it, little fox.”

This oily and salty guy!

Mo Chen was so angry that he wondered how he met such a soft and hard cotton spirit.

"Then how can you give me the beads? This thing is very important to me, please make a condition!" Mo Chen simply showed his cards.

The magic stick looked back at him, pinched his fingers and started to calculate again, and it took a long time. When Mo Chen was about to lose his patience, he heard him say: "Why don't you wait 200 years, when the time comes The bracelet is yours."

200 years later...

Mo Chen was overwhelmed, and regardless of his status as a high-level demon cultivator, he rushed over and bit people.

The magic stick was bitten by him, and he was not angry or afraid, and even hugged him in his arms with a low smile, "Little fox, thanks to you, I made a lot of money today, why don't you bite me?" Me, I'll take you to a restaurant for a good meal, how about it?"