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The life of seclusion under the cliff is quiet and comfortable, Bu Mu's injury has healed a lot, and he and Feng Ou practice their own martial art moves in two open spaces every day, one on the left and one on the right.

Occasionally, I also had a verbal fight with Xue Ling, and every time I saw her saying that I couldn’t do it, I ran to find Feng Ou angrily, which gave Bu Mu a sense of accomplishment—it wasn’t the sense of accomplishment from bullying a girl, hey, it was seeing the harmony between the two of them Increase the domineering sense of accomplishment that feels that everything is under control!

In the bamboo forest not far from the small bamboo house, there is a separate wooden house.That's where Xue Ling's master retreated. Except for Xue Ling's three meals a day, Bu Mu and Feng Ou were told not to go near it.Both of them are not reckless people, and they have lived in peace these days.

"Drink!" "Kacha—" "Kangdang!"

Early in the morning, a disturbing sound came from the yard.Bu Mu struggled on the bed with his head in his arms for a long time, but he still couldn't hold back, put on his coat and opened the door to go out to have a look.

"What are you doing so early in the morning, so noisy?" Bu Mu yawned, her long eyelashes were not curled at all, and she lowered her eyes to block her moist eyes.

Xue Ling was splitting firewood with an axe, listening to him, turned his head and looked at his face and slightly open neckline a few times, then looked back with a reddish face.She yelled softly as if to cover up, and slammed down with an axe, getting stuck in the center of the log.After two more touches, it suddenly split into two halves, and fell to the ground with two bangs.

"Lazy pig, it's late now. Brother Feng said he was going hunting, and he walked for more than an hour before you got up!" Xue Ling picked up half a piece of wood on the ground as he spoke, and put it upright on the ground. on the stump.

She raised the ax to chop, but suddenly there was a gust of wind around her. When she came back to her senses, Bu Mu had already walked to her side, and took Xue Ling's ax in one hand and weighed it in the palm of her hand.

"It's obvious that you got up too early." Bu Mu glanced at Xue Ling, who was about as tall as his shoulders, and raised the corners of his mouth lazily, "With your small body, what kind of firewood are you chopping? Just watch."

Xue Ling was gently pushed aside by him, and looking back, Bu Mu had already taken over her work, setting up the wood and splitting it very seriously one by one.His true energy was lightly wrapped around the axe, which was glowing with blue fluorescence. When the ax was lowered, the log would be snapped in two.

Xue Ling looked at Bu Mu's rare serious side face in the sun, and suddenly her heart skipped a beat. She turned her face away and said to herself, "What, you can't talk well even if you help."

"What are you muttering about?" Bu Mu suddenly turned around, startling her.

"It's nothing, there's only enough wood here for three days, since you're so relaxed, I'll go get you some more, you might as well chop it all up!"

"Keep an inch." Bu Mu rolled his eyes, but waved his hand indifferently and said: "Then you can move here."

Xue Ling went to move the wood, and when she came over with a large bundle of firewood, Feng Ou just came back.

"Brother Feng, you're back!" Xue Ling greeted.

Feng Ou looked at the two of them and nodded slightly.He was walking on the trail, the little deer he was carrying upside down was still dripping blood.

"The dishes are good today." Bu Mu smiled brightly while holding an axe.

"En." Feng Ou pursed his lips, and just said this word, walking towards the kitchen behind without stopping.

Bu Mu sneaked a look at Xue Ling, seeing that she had no special expression, after thinking about it, he decided to say something nice for his protagonist. "Little Lingdang, don't look at Feng Ou's appearance, he is actually very kind. Look, from the living room to the kitchen, if he wasn't a man, I would have married a man and gone home."

Bu Mu didn't deliberately lower his voice, Feng Ou, who was not far away, paused, and then pushed the door expressionlessly into the kitchen.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Xue Ling couldn't understand the meaning of Bu Mu's matchmaking, and punched him a little angrily, "Hmph, I'm going to help cook, so you can chop wood here!"

Xue Ling didn't know martial arts, so the fist he punched wasn't too painful.Bu Mu touched the tip of her nose, looked at her back as she strode towards the kitchen, and smiled with satisfaction.

Sister Xue Ling said no, but her body was very honest.It seems that my plan is very successful, although I am hated by the girls, but as long as I can help the male lead win the heart, get the golden finger, and be invincible to the pinnacle of life, everything is worth it.

Bu Mu nodded firmly, picked up the axe, turned around and continued to chop firewood happily.

……

The morning light, projected into the bedroom through the long and narrow window in the corner of the room, gradually swept across the room as time passed, and fell on the face of the person on the bed.

The light seemed to shine on the pupils through the thin eyelids, Bu Mu frowned slightly, turned over, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Ah... are you finally back?"

Bu Mu rubbed his messy short brown hair sleepily, turned over and got up from the bed, unplugged the charger of the mobile phone, and turned it on.Then he threw the newly activated mobile phone on the bed with his backhand, and Bu Mu walked slowly to the kitchen, connected a pot of water to the electric kettle and boiled it, and then began to wash.

He took out a cake from the refrigerator, made a cup of coffee with just boiling water, and then returned to the bedroom with these two things and turned on the computer.

The time only passed one night, but he lived in the dream for a long time, so that when he returned to his home, he felt like reuniting after a long absence.Bu Mu looked at the time on the phone, thought for a while, and called his mother.

"Hey, mom... I miss you."

"Didn't you just call me the day before yesterday? When did you become so clingy?"

"But I think it's been a long time..."

"...Do you have enough money? Why do you get up so early today?"

"Enough, I can't sleep today. How are you and Dad?"

"It's good. We just arrived in Xi'an from Beijing, and we're looking for a hotel now. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up first. Remember to have breakfast."

"Well, I'm eating, bye."

Bu Mu hung up the phone, took a bite of the cold cake, and suddenly felt a little lonely.

Obviously, he lived alone at home before, but he was used to living with Feng Ou and Xue Ling in his dream, but now he is not used to it.

Bu Mu took another bite of the cake expressionlessly, picked up the black-rimmed glasses on the table and put them on, then opened Jinjiang's website and clicked into his novel interface.

As expected, even if he spent so long in the dream and finally condensed it through words, it was only the number of words in a chapter.Also, it seems that the amount of time he spends in the dream depends on the events needed to finish writing a chapter.

The mouse slides down, and Bu Mu sees the latest message, and a small icon of a mine comes into view.

Netizen: Afternoon の Time / Comments: "The Art of Shading the Sky and Changing the Sun" Score: 2 Chapters reviewed: 8

[Mine] Bu Mumu, when did you open your new book? ||At this historic moment, at this great moment, have you, my lord, seen my sincerity like mine?

familiar name.

Bu Mu curled his lips. This guy is the little angel he met in the first book. He didn't come because he thought the new article was not to his taste. He didn't expect to show up with a mine now.Bu Mu typed back to him in a good mood:

I have updated so much ←← But welcome back =3=!And thanks mine!Hug Ah Guangguang mua~!

Looking down, another comment turned out to be a familiar name.

"Foxes with a lot of tails...?" Bu Mu stared at the cute comment for two seconds, and felt that the author who had read an article seemed to have this name, so he decisively pressed his paw and poked in. In his reader column, he clicked into the row of small green words that read "I'm still an author".

"...It's really her."

Bu Mu rubbed her chin, she is so soft and cute, she must be a cute girl, do you want to go to GD for a while...?

……

So, on the other side, Mr. Fox, who finished his homework and took out his mobile phone to check Weibo, was stunned for a moment when he saw a private message from someone he didn't follow.

[Fox...well, I'm Bumu...I typed a lot of nonsense but after thinking about it, I deleted it, no, that's not the point, the point is—seeking gd(￣?￣)—————]

The fox stretched out his hand and scratched his short black hair, thought for a while, and typed his reply seriously:

【Short oil, so shameful to shoot (/w＼)!!】