Cannon fodder, please open your eyes [Quick Transmigration]

Subconsciously avoiding the possibility of staring at Hong Tuanzi, Shen Langlang was stunned: [0049, don't tell me this is Li Zhu. 】

What about the beautiful and majestic little phoenix that was promised?How can it be done with a mouth full of chickens?

[This, this, this seems to be the main character? 】Rubbing his eyes very anthropomorphically, 0049 stammered, 【Shouldn't he be soaking in the water now?How could Qi Jiuchao make the protagonist run away? 】

Completely unaware that he had become the focus of everyone's attention, Hong Tuanzi flipped over and sat down, first rubbed against the little fat crane's legs with nostalgia, and then rolled and crawled towards the master bedroom in the small courtyard go.

Shen Pei, who was worried that he would become a bird dad, was relieved.

With the mentality of watching the excitement, he first waved his hand to signal the little boy to let Qi Jiuchao go up the mountain, and then turned his head to watch Hong Tuanzi working hard with interest.

As the first great power to ascend to immortality in Xuanyuan Small World, even though the physical body that Xuanyi uses now is only a retreat reserved for the time of crossing the catastrophe, but with his realm, even if it is just a ray of soul from the lower realm for no reason, it will bring a lot of pain. Has the most powerful and pure spiritual power.

Don't eat anything unless it's a phoenix tree, don't eat anything unless it's practiced, and don't drink anything unless it's a sweet spring. Phoenix itself is an extremely picky creature. Even though he has only half of Zhu's blood, he knows to go to the place with the most spiritual energy.

Never expected that a mixed-breed Phoenix bird would have such a keen sense of smell. The man who had no intention of raising a pet closed his eyes and calmed down, as if he didn't hear the sound of "dud-duk" pecking outside.

Unexpectedly, his nominal nephew didn't feel at ease, so he got up and knocked on the door together with the red hairy dumpling: "Uncle? Uncle, open the door quickly, there are spirit beasts looking for you."

——The tone is brisk, with a smile in the voice, and you can imagine the teasing and cunning in the other party's eyes without looking at it.

To be honest, Xuan Yi actually didn't understand the interest of the scene at hand, but when he heard the young man's rising sound, the look on his brow suddenly relaxed a little.

Shrinking the ground into an inch, he raised his hand to open the door: "What's the matter?"

There was no response for a long time, and the young man in white was sneaking close to the crack of the door to look in. When this happened suddenly, he followed his inertia and almost fell into someone's arms.

And the Hong Tuanzi, who was already staggering, fell down with a slap, lying directly on the man's boot.

The palm was pressed against the young man's forehead that almost hit his own chest, the man casually glanced at the hairball, with a half-smile: "I throw myself into my arms, my nephew is even more enthusiastic than him."

Ever since Tangchi said goodbye that day, he had not spoken seriously a few times, but now that the other party caught the conversation and teased him, the young man in white couldn't think of how to refute for a while, so he had to take three steps back first.

"Uncle Master, let's deal with this bird first." It seemed that there was still a residual warmth from the man's palm on his forehead. He raised his eyebrows, not to be outdone, "It seems to have human blood flowing from it."

Maybe who is its cheap father.

"Chichi." As if responding to the young man's words, Hong Tuanzi, who sat upright again, yelled twice, flapped his wings with difficulty, grabbed the hem of the man's clothes, and climbed up.

Arms folded, the young man who saw this scene snorted, although he didn't speak, his eyes were full of "Look".

"Yaozu have always liked things full of aura," Xuan Yi flicked the hem of his clothes to shake off the red balls, Xuan Yi's face remained unchanged, and he said slowly, "If my nephew can reach a higher level one day, it must be closer to you. "

After rebirth, only Shen Pei, who was in the realm of transforming gods: ... so angry.

Obviously, his previous life was also a Mahayana period that could be called a "real person".

At the same moment, Qi Jiuchao, who was in a hurry to find the protagonist, finally saw the boy in Tsing Yi riding a crane down the mountain.

It's a pity that the location of Changchun Peak is remote, and it rarely receives outsiders on weekdays. No matter how Qi Jiuchao hints, the fat crane with no eyesight is still anxiously slow.

Therefore, when Qi Jiuchao actually came to Shen Pei's small courtyard, Li Zhu, the protagonist he had been thinking about, had already been sitting on the table next to a man in green robe, pecking at a pile of peeled pine nuts with great joy.

Quickly went through the key characters in the script, but couldn't find the corresponding Qi Jiuchao, full of doubts: 【Who is he?Why is there no record in the book? 】

The distance was too close, and the strategy system recognized that the other party was the existence that caused him to fail a few months ago, and immediately shut his mouth wisely.

Vaguely guessing something from the abnormal attitude of the system, Qi Jiuchao tensed his nerves, clasped his fists and called his senior brother, while he was thinking about how to get back the protagonist's phoenix that went wrong:

After staring at the lake where the protagonist is hidden for two whole months, he is not willing to let the other party just like this.

The exclusive tea on the stone table was taken half by an old and disrespectful uncle. The young man in white leaned against the rocking chair and asked with a sleepy expression, "What's the matter?"

"This little red bird is the egg I picked up a few days ago." Qi Jiuchao sped up his speech and acted anxiously, "It just broke its shell half an hour ago. Who will become it?" Thinking I was just going to get some milk, it ran out of the room by itself."

"A few days ago, the elders of the school taught me the spell of tracking breath, so I rashly followed Changchun Peak, and please forgive me, brother."

Most of the children who have embarked on the path of cultivation are precocious and intelligent. Qi Jiuchao's explanation is clear and polite, and anyone who listens to it will feel a little good.

Except Shen Pei.

Slightly nodding his head, he took it easy: "This red dumpling is yours? Do you have any evidence?"

Finding that the young man was not as easy to deceive and talk as the rumors said, Qi Jiuchao had no choice but to bite the bullet and told a second lie: "It's called Li Zhu."

"...It's my name."

As if to prove what he said was true, after he finished speaking, he called out "Li Zhu" twice, which really attracted Hong Tuanzi, who was playing with the spirit fruit, to turn his head in a daze.

"grumble?"

With a soft sound coming out of his throat, Hong Tuanzi flapped his wings, followed the hem of the young man's clothes outside, and wobbled down the stone table.

Not intending to interfere with the protagonist's choice, Shen Pei raised his hand, poured a cup of tea slowly, and let the other party go in the direction of Qi Jiuchao.

...Then "Jiji" threw himself into the arms of the little fat crane.

The perception of pure spiritual power was extremely keen, and Li Zhu moved towards Changchun Peak non-stop just after eating his broken eggshell.

Because it is so small that any few lush grasses can cover it, so the little fat crane, who kindly carried the same kind for a ride, became the first living creature Li Zhu recognized when he opened his eyes.

With his brain running fast, Qi Jiuchao, who was able to sort out the chaotic relationship, glanced at his embarrassingly outstretched arms, and his face flushed instantly.

Refreshed, Shen Pei suppressed a smile: "It seems that it still likes Yuanyuan from our family."

The little boy in Tsing Yi ruthlessly demolished the stage: "Senior brother is wrong, it's just rolling."

Xuan Yi, who was drinking tea and watching the play, immediately laughed out of shame.

"The name is not bad." Pretending not to see the young man secretly poking at him, he put down his teacup and commented solemnly, "Very...realistic."

"Senior brother," seeing that he was about to become a neglected background board, Qi Jiuchao followed the prestige and finally seized the opportunity to ask the question in his heart, "I don't know this senior..."

"According to seniority, you should call him Uncle Master." Looking forward to the raider's expression when he found out that the script was wrong, Shen Pei gave the answer quite happily, "I have returned from a cloud tour without a name or a name."

Nameless?

How can there be anonymous characters in novels?

Looking directly at the young man's long and narrow smiling eyes, which were naturally romantic, for a moment, Qi Jiuchao even suspected that the other party was deliberately playing tricks on him.

But no matter what, the experience of time-traveling many times brought him back to his senses very quickly, and he bowed and saluted: "Master Uncle."

Uncle.

The two sentences before and after are clearly the same name, but for no reason, Xuan Yi still thinks that the young man's name sounds better.

So he didn't respond, and just glanced at Qi Jiuchao as a response.

With such an obvious difference in treatment, even the little fat crane who played with Hong Tuanzi at the gate of the small courtyard could detect the change in the man's attitude and the closeness of the two people in the courtyard.

"This bird has become intelligent, so it's not appropriate to force it to stay." Shen Pei tried his best to suppress the corner of his mouth that was about to rise, and waved his hand generously, "If you want to keep it, you can coax it away."

Qi Jiuchao, whose plan has completely collapsed: ... Coax?How does he coax the fledgling plot?

After waiting for dozens of days, the protagonist should be the first person he saw. If someone hadn't deliberately intervened, how could a baby bird that had just hatched madly go to Changchun Peak?

But Qi Jiuchao also knows that his own speculation is completely untenable in the eyes of outsiders: with Shen Pei's current fame and status, if it is a pure middle-aged alien beast, a half-breed little phoenix that almost died early, how is it worth it? The other party planned this way?

So he had no choice but to smash his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, forcefully holding back all his displeasure: "If I don't succeed... can I still come and see it later?"

Shen Pei nodded: "Of course."

Compared with letting the attackers hide in the dark and plan tricks, it is more at ease to keep the opponent under the nose.

Anyway, there is such a piece of "sweet pastry" like a cheap uncle, the road of Qi Jiuchao's struggle for favor is destined to be a long way to go.

It's just that Changchun Peak, he really doesn't want outsiders to move in.

"Uncle Master," letting Qi Jiuchao and his little boy tease the red dumpling, the young man in white turned his head and lowered his voice slightly, "I see Uncle Master's daily routine, he should be very quiet?"

"So what?" With just one glance, he could see that the other party wanted to use himself as a shield to refuse junior brother's move in, Xuan Yi raised his eyebrows, and said indifferently, "I know spells."

Once the sound-proof barrier is opened, even the thunder of heaven can't disturb him.

Shen Pei, who was convinced that the other party was deliberately contradicting himself: ...

There is one thing to say, someone in this world really owes it.

"If Master Uncle can come forward for me and reject Master in the future, I will promise Master Uncle one thing." Knowing that there is no good thing in the sky, the young man in white was only depressed for a moment, and then he straightened his mind.

He turned the rocking chair back into a stone bench in the blink of an eye, sat up straight, and stretched his left hand forward: "Within morality, cash in anytime, anything is fine."

Whether it's jokes or promises, for Xuan Yi who has lost most of his memory and descended to the lower world for no reason, there is nothing he cares about in this world except for that mysterious and mysterious chance.

But looking at the young man's fair and slender fingers that made him lose his mind, Xuan Yi pursed his lips, and finally couldn't bear to let it fail, so he patted it lightly——

"In that case..."

"It's a word."