White Fox

Guzhu Wang said: "I finally have a bosom friend."

([-]) Mao Mao is still that Mao Mao

Maomao has always had high requirements on the quality of life, so Mo Yu was puzzled, if he didn't go back to Little Shaolin, where else could he go?

"Where does it sleep?"

Mo Sha, who was choked several times in a row, replied with a low eyebrow and pleasing to the eye: "Gefengji, Wang Guzhu's place."

He didn't hear a response for a long time, so he raised his head, but there was only the fierce wind blowing in front of him, where was there anyone else?

Mo Yu wasn't afraid that Wang Yifeng would be unfavorable to Mao Mao, but Mao Mao hadn't explained this matter to him, so if someone with a smart mind sees something...

How he will react is really uncontrollable ==

So Mo Yu thought, why not explain it quickly and turn the uncontrollable into controllable.

It should be... still in time.

As soon as he got close to Gaefengji, he was struck by the magic sound. Fortunately, Mo Yu had lived here for a while, and he was basically immune, so he walked to the central area without changing his face.

By the way, why did Maomao choose this kind of place to sleep?This is self-harm.

Mo Yu walked downstairs to Wang Yifeng's residence, and whispered to the Snow Demon Guard who was guarding: "Go and inform the Valley Master, Mo Yu asks to see you."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the voice fell, the sound of the flute stopped suddenly.

"Come up."

Wang Yifeng's right hand holding the flute is behind his back, his slender figure stands facing the wind, his clothes fluttering, and he is extremely graceful.

He lowered his eyes slightly, watching his young apprentice walking up step by step.

His black hair fluttered to one side with the wind, his figure was tall and straight, his white clothes fluttered, his handsome facial features were expressionless, his eyes seemed clear, but they were always firm and persistent.

Wang Yifeng stroked his beard with his left hand, thinking to himself: It is quite a bit of his youthful character.

Mo Yu finally came up, bowed slightly and gave a salute, calling out, "Gu Master."

Wang Yifeng replied, and asked again: "It's rare to see me at such a late hour, what's the matter?"

Mo Yu wasn't too polite, and cut straight to the point: "I'll take Maomao home."

"Hmm." Wang Yifeng seemed to think of something when he heard the words, he replied absent-mindedly, and stroked his beard again.

Mo Yu was a little impatient, so he called again: "Gu Master?"

"I get along very well with the little fox," Wang Yifeng said slowly, as if he was considering his words: "It's better to let him stay for two more days."

Mo Yu: "..."

What is it like to get along well?

Meeting the puzzled eyes of his disciples, Wang Yifeng explained: "I think this old man has excelled in folk art all his life, but it's a pity that the world is ignorant and doesn't know how to appreciate it."

Speaking of the middle, he sighed regretfully.

"Fortunately, the heavens have treated this old man kindly, and sent the little fox to my side." Wang Yifeng stretched out his right hand holding the flute from behind, twirled the jade flute in his hand gracefully, and held it again.

Mo Yu's head was full of black lines.

This means, maomao it...? ? ?

"I finally have a bosom friend!" Wang Yifeng concluded with an exclamation.

Mo Yu was a little taken aback.Is there such a big gap in aesthetics because of different species?

"This, Master Gu..."

"Haven't you heard?" Wang Yifeng interrupted Mo Yu rudely: "The little fox sleeps with me every night."

"heard."

"not only."

"???"

Wang Yifeng's face was still calm, but for some reason Mo Yu always felt that he was a little... beaming.

"It's also taking a nap here." Wang Yifeng held the flute in his right hand and patted it on the palm of his left hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was a little intoxicated, as if he remembered the harmonious scene of one person and one fox, blowing and sleeping.

Mo Yu frowned.

He couldn't understand why he was so proud of this for the time being, but he understood very well the mentality of everyone who could avoid it when the Guzhu's flute sounded.

So I thought to myself: Mao Mao must suffer so much, if she abandons her and does not rescue her at this time, she is simply not a human being.

"Master Gu, Maomao needs someone to take care of her. My equipment is relatively complete."

This is absolutely no reason but to find a reason.

Sure enough, Wang Yifeng raised his eyebrows: "You think I can't even take care of a fox?"

"No." Mo Yu denied with a headache.

"I like this fox very much, and I plan to keep it." Wang Yifeng turned his back and issued the order to drive away: "You go back."

"Absolutely not!"

The respect that had been maintained since entering the room collapsed in an instant, and even Wang Yifeng was surprised by Mo Yu's sudden coldness.He really couldn't ignore such a utter refusal, but he really didn't understand it either.

"Mo Yu." Wang Yifeng called out his apprentice's name for the first time since we met: "This old man really indulged you. You brought the young leader of the Haoqi League to live in the Valley of the Evil for so long. The old man never intervened, but at least Mu Xuan Ying is still a person."

Wang Yifeng turned around and sighed deeply to the apprentice who was a few steps away with firm eyes: "Don't you think it's too much for you to pour such heavy emotion into a fox now?"

"I don't think so." Mo Yu answered quickly, but loudly.

He raised his head, looked directly at the villain Gu Guzhu, who made the world fearful, and said slowly: "Because, Mao Mao, it is Mu Xuanying!"

Wang Yifeng has always been very calm, probably because after Wen Xiaoyue's death, there is nothing to make him fluctuate.This kind of calmness is reflected in: Zigong City is full of blood, and he leaves calmly; Evilman Valley is troubled by internal and external troubles, and he calmly takes the position; Haoqi League is born, and he calmly kills it (although it did not succeed).

Of course, it is also reflected in this time, he was overwhelmed by Lei's exterior, and his three views were completely negative, but he was still calm from the inside out.

"Well, I didn't hear you clearly. Say it again." The tone was quite serious, and the words were fluent and powerful, and the eyes were quite innocent.

"Let me say," Mo Yu's tough tone softened a little after being made into a show, "Maomao, that's the little white fox I raised, and it's Mu Xuanying, the former young leader of the Haoqi League."

Wang Yifeng frowned: "Are you sure?"

Mo Yu nodded: "Definitely and definitely."

Next, Mo Yu told Wang Yifeng a long story, spanning nearly 20 years.Of course, because the narrator is not very good at it and has its own long story short function, it didn't talk for a long time.

"When I was still in Daoxiang Village, the adults in the village brought back a fox cub. I happened to see it. But a little boy who loved to cry was released in a few days. However, anyway, that kid was very emotional when he was bullied. It's okay."

Mo Yu found a chair and sat down in the somewhat empty and shabby hut, as if he was going to talk a lot.

"Later, Daoxiang Village was destroyed, and I had no choice but to take the little fox to wander. The little fox is too young, and its mana is too low, and it will reappear after a slight injury or illness. It is really troublesome, so I always stand in the way In front of him, lest he suddenly transform into form, and if I can't explain it, I have to mobilize the crazy blood to kill people."

In fact, in the final analysis, how many murders were committed for him, but he didn't know.

Holding the flute, Wang Yifeng occasionally looked at Mo Yu, and occasionally lowered his head to meditate.

"But I was still young at that time," Mo Yu smiled softly: "When I got bored, I really wanted to throw him away. I contacted him once, but in the end, I was still afraid that he would be caught by others if he showed his true colors. Cooked it and ate it. At that time, I comforted myself and took it as a meal ticket. If I get hungry one day, I might just roast him and eat it..."

"I have a question." Wang Yifeng finally said: "He fell down Ziyuan Mountain and was seriously injured. Isn't that..." The Haoqi League rescued a fox and went back. Can Xie Yuan do this?

Mo Yu glanced at Wang Yifeng strangely: "I couldn't control it well when I was a child, but Mao Mao would not show her original shape when she was seven or eight years old, unless..."

The last sentence started but didn't continue, hanging on for a long time, Mo Yu forcibly suppressed it.

Unless it is death.

Didn't he have seen it with his own eyes?

Although it is not a real death, the forced separation of the soul and the body is extremely dangerous and close to death.

Seeing that there was still doubt in Wang Yifeng's eyes, he simply confessed: "Maomao's life as a human has ended, and that human shell was created by his mother with all her magic power, just to live an ordinary life. That body It has dissipated before my eyes and will not come back. However, as a fox demon, he is still too young to transform into form." He paused, and then added: "Actually, this is also good."

That's fine.

No matter how chaotic the human world is, it has nothing to do with it. It just needs to be happy and live freely.

For 20 years as a human, he tried his best to fulfill his human father's last wish.But with death, this responsibility also disappears.

Mo Yu's requirements have always been very low, and this kind of companionship is enough for him to be satisfied.

The only regret is probably that his life is short and he is too much to take care of him for the rest of his life.

He just has a little bit of regret.

Mo Yu lowered her eyes and was sad for a long time. When she came out of her emotions, she found that the doubt in Wang Yifeng's eyes had disappeared, replaced by... what?

Why did you look at him with that "you're hopeless" expression?

Mo Yu stood up in a daze, planning to leave directly: "Master Gu, I've said everything I need to say, I will never give in to Maomao, so..." Return Maomao to me.

The most important words were left unsaid.

Because Wang Yifeng suddenly turned his body slightly, and then a white figure flew out like lightning.

Looking at the white shadow that jumped out, Mo Yu was used to opening his arms naturally, waiting for his Mao Mao to throw himself into his embrace.

The result ushered in a chest scratch.

It didn't hurt much, Mo Yu didn't take it seriously at all, and he didn't stop at all when he hugged Maomao.On the contrary, Maomao didn't seem to expect that his sneak attack was successful, and he was stunned for a moment. Most of the anger just now dissipated, and his jewel-like eyes were stained with guilt and self-blame.

Mo Yu hugged the long-lost Mao Mao contentedly. He thought that the cold war was not over, so it would be a little bit resistant, but he didn't expect it to refuse at all, and there was a hint of acquiescence.

At that moment, a heart that had been cold for more than a month seemed to be brushed by the sunshine of early spring, and the ice and snow melted in an instant, flooding a pool of spring water.

The villain, Gu Shaogu, who was in a good mood, hugged the little fox in his arms, stroking the pure white fur fascinatedly.

As a result, the little fox, who had been cooperating all the time, suddenly resisted when his body was close to Mo Yu's chest.

Mo Yu opened his slightly squinted eyes, lowered his head, and his puzzled eyes followed Mao Mao's straight gaze to his chest.

Three shallow bloodstains are impressively visible.

What's the trouble with such a little injury?Mo Yu freed up a hand, planning to wipe it off, so as not to obstruct Mao Mao's eyes.

But why did Maomao scratch his paw when he first met?Is this the new way of saying hello?

The raised hand suddenly paused in mid-air.

The always shrewd villain Gu Shaogu realized it belatedly.

God!What did he just... say! ?

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