The protagonist wants to steal my script again

After recuperating for a while, An Minghui felt that his injuries had improved. Although he could not use too many spells and repair the barrier for the time being, he could still carry out normal activities.

Being idle was also idle, so he simply bought some saplings and planned to replant the destroyed trees on the mountain.

Especially the one where the Red Crow fell, it was almost smashed into a flat ground.

As a fox demon with a cultivation base of 500 years, he also knows that his daily life should be regarded as a disgrace among his clan.But there is no way, he is really not interested in seducing humans to absorb human energy every day like some of his kind, so he can only do some housework and keep pets to pass the time.

If there were no accidents, all the peach blossoms on the mountain should have bloomed now, but there are not a few peach blossom trees left on the mountain now, and the other trees have also suffered heavy damage.

What a pity, I originally planned to pick some well-bloomed peach blossoms to make wine, but now it seems that even if I brew it, I can't make a few jars, and the peach blossom cake that I planned to make for the little demons is a waste.

"Master Ruohua, is it okay to support like this?" Bobcat and Gray Wolf supported a sapling that had just been placed in the pit with their bodies, and asked An Minghui if it was right while carefully maintaining the balance of the sapling.

Even the little gray cat demon followed. He was standing in the pit trying to support the sapling with his head. When An Minghui was shoveling soil, he was always worried that he would accidentally bury it with him.Ah Short and the two mouse monsters were digging pits with great effort, and the thrush was flying around in the sky directing them to dig pits in the right place, and a black bear was responsible for clearing the fallen trees and stumps left in place .

Originally, it wasn't that this matter could not be solved with magic, but An Minghui saw that the little ones were all in high spirits, so he didn't intend to spoil the fun, and simply planted saplings slowly with them.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." As he said, An Minghui used a shovel to shovel up the piled soil and put it back into the pit, "During this time, I need to trouble you to help pay attention to the affairs in the forest, how about preparing for a temple fair together after the aftermath is over? "

"Temple fair? What's that?" The little tiger, still hanging on his tail, asked a timely question.

"It's a celebration for everyone to get together and play games." Every ten years or so, An Minghui will start preparing such a temple for the little monsters in the forest to have fun together. It is really troublesome for him to prepare so many things. But fortunately, these small animals will try their best to help. Although the workload is a bit heavy, it is not boring.

"Will you play too?"

"Of course." He is also used to the feeling of a little extra weight on the tail now, and it has not been affected. "If there is anything you want to eat, I can prepare it for you."

"Meow! Then I want the big fox to play with me!" Red Crow cheered happily, "Also, I want to help you plant trees together."

"Hmm..." An Minghui was silent for a while, thinking about the sapling that was snapped off by the red crow's paw at the beginning, and said euphemistically, "You...or you can dig a hole with Ah Duan and the others, or You can help me push the soil into the tree pit together."

Facts have proved that although the little tiger he raised looks small in size and innocent in character, it is still a tiger in essence.Probably Red Crow deliberately relaxed his strength when holding his tail, otherwise he suspected that his tail might be broken.

I can't imagine what the little tiger will be like when it grows up.

Reluctantly, the Red Crow let go of its tail and jumped to the ground, then hopped up to An Minghui's feet and used its paws to grab the soil to fill the pit at the root of the sapling. Looking at it from the angle of view, I still feel that he is almost the same size as the little cat demon next to him, and he is still thumping so hard that his white and clean fur is dirty.

In this way, he led a group of animals to plant trees on the mountain all afternoon. Even though An Minghui was used to getting along with them day and night, he still couldn't help feeling like he was running a zoo occasionally.

Returning to the courtyard at night and continuing to teach the Red Crow to read and practice, An Minghui would occasionally be distracted when the Red Crow was standing on the desk and looking at the book he gave him. If they come, when will the people from the Immortal Realm come, and when should I let the Red Crow go back to the Immortal Realm.

He should be kept by his side to take care of him for a few more years, otherwise, if he doesn't understand anything like this, and his mind is simple, he might be plotted against and bullied if he returns to the Immortal Realm.If the Red Crow recovers his memory or wants to go back to the Immortal World on his own initiative, then let him go back naturally.

"Meow? Big fox?"

When he regained his senses, An Minghui saw Red Crow standing on the table with his head tilted and staring at himself, blinking his gray-blue round eyes and asking, "What are you secretly thinking about? You don't even look at me."

"I just think you are the stupidest white tiger I have ever seen." He has only seen such a white tiger so far. This word should actually be replaced by the protagonist, but this cannot be said. I don’t even know I’ve been lied to.”

"I'm not stupid, I'm just cute." Red Crow patted the table under him with his paws unhappily. An Ming looked at him in fear that he might smash the table all of a sudden, "My fur is so beautiful , looks so small, much cuter than that cat demon, don't you like it? Or do you like that cat more?"

Knowing how to ask this kind of proposition at such a young age, An Minghui didn't know whether to be happy or worried for a while, so he could only answer helplessly: "The kitten has only been born for less than half a year, what do you compare with such a small cub? "It looks young now, but he believes that Baihu's actual age should be a number that he can't imagine.

"But I'm still young." The little tiger was a little disappointed that he didn't get a positive answer from the big fox.

Grinding its claws, the red crow turned its head and jumped off the table, ran to the locust tree in the yard, bent its body and digged at the piece of land. After digging for a long time, it finally poked its head in, and with great difficulty pulled out a piece of land I have to buy a wine jar that is several times bigger, and drag it back to An Minghui's study.

"This is delicious, I want to try this!"

It was the wine jar that An Minghui buried ten years ago, and inside it was his own apricot flower wine. Because some special spirit herbs were put in when making it, this wine has many benefits besides its delicious taste.

He also knew that Red Crow was still secretly competing with the little cat demon in his heart, so he didn't stop him, but obediently opened the seal, took two wine glasses and filled them up, and then put the smaller one in the glass. In front of Red Crow: "Drinking too much wine will hurt your health, you can just taste it."

Red Crow never knew how to be polite to him, he couldn't wait to lower his head and stick out his tongue to lick the amber liquid in the wine glass, and licked the small wine glass empty after a while, and still stuck out his tongue to lick his own wet Beard, raised his head and looked helplessly at An Minghui who had just taken a few sips.

"I can't tell, you're still a drunkard." Unable to help but laugh, An Minghui stretched out his finger and shook it in front of Red Crow, "This alcohol isn't too weak, can you still see things clearly?"

Deeply feeling that he was underestimated, the red crow accurately bit the fingertips of the big fox with his mouth open, but only held the fingertips in his mouth, and the sharp teeth were gently ground. Grinding his skin, he licked it with his soft tongue, being careful not to hurt him, making it unclear whether it was threatening or coquettish.

Pulling out his fingers wet with saliva, An Minghui reluctantly picked up the wine jar and filled the red crow again, watching the little guy bury his head in the wine glass again, he couldn't laugh or cry.

The other little monsters in the forest often become dizzy after drinking a cup. It seems that although the white tiger has become smaller in size, his drinking capacity has not been affected at all.

It is rare to have such a unique drinking buddy, so An Minghui also drank a few more glasses with him, and there was a piece of silk cloth beside him so that he could wipe the hair on the face of the little tiger who was drank all over his face from time to time. .

Even An Minghui felt a little drunk, but Chi Crow was still very energetic, his eyes were shining, and he secretly ran over to lick him Wine glass in hand.

After licking his glass clean, Red Crow raised his head happily: "This wine smells of you, I like this!"

"What nonsense." Smiling and nodding Red Crow's head, An Minghui put the wine glass aside.

Squatting obediently on the table, Red Crow raised his head and stared at the drunken big fox with sparkling eyes. Looking at the cheeks that were extraordinarily rosy by the candlelight, he felt from the bottom of his heart that the big fox he picked up was really too cute. It looks good.

Meowing coquettishly, he put his head on An Minghui's hand on the table, beckoning him to touch himself quickly, and then asked: "I like the big fox the most, and your favorite is also me. wrong?"

"You can't talk nonsense about this word," An Minghui corrected him while stroking the little tiger's fur from his neck to his back graciously, "but the person I like the most...has indeed been there before."

Originally, Red Crow was enjoying the service of Shumao, while licking his paws to wipe his face, but he stopped when he heard his words, and the pair of pupils unique to cats unconsciously became slender: " Not me? Who is that? Where is that person?"

He heard a rare trace of loneliness in his big fox voice, and replied softly: "I am no longer in this world, and I will never see you again."

The little tiger lowered his head and rubbed An Minghui's fingers, softly comforting him: "The big fox still has me!"

After talking for a while, An Minghui took the red crow back to the house and fell asleep. After drinking some wine, sleep is always extraordinarily sweet, and a little movement can't wake people up.

Naturally, he didn't know that the little tiger sleeping on his tail sneaked out of the bed and turned into a boy in the dark room. He pulled a chair and sat by the bed, holding his face and smiling innocently. Looking at his sleeping face, he said to himself: "It's great, the person Big Fox loved the most is gone."

The boy lowered his head, stuck out his tongue and licked An Minghui's cheek affectionately, his face was full of unconcealable happiness.

"My big fox is so pretty."