The Tale Never Ends

Chongxi stood beside me dumbfounded, and made a hiccup: "Hiccup! What's the matter?"

A row of things squatting in front of the metaphysics hall looks like living creatures, but it is still motionless. Like, the dead can see the hot breath out. I tentatively walked two steps towards the door of the Metaphysics Hall, trying to see the response of this row of things. However, the most overwhelming situation happened, and they didn't respond at all.

I took another two steps forward, but still no response. This time I was impatient, and I just walked towards the door of the Metaphysics Hall. When I walked in, I saw that it was not the dogs but the rows of yellow-haired foxes squatting in front of the Metaphysics Hall!

I'm so angry and funny. I said that except the weasel is a fox, can't it be a bit new? Shaking his head bitterly, Chong Xi crouched in front of the row of foxes and smiled and asked, "What are you doing here for the big night?" The foxes were indifferent. Not to mention whether they can understand what Chong Xi said, even if they understand, I believe they should only listen to me. So I smiled and said: "Don't squat outside, if you have anything to say in the house."

Sure enough, as soon as my words came out, all the foxes stood up. Xiao Baihua nodded and smiled while holding my arm. Obviously she was already surprised by this kind of thing. Chong Xi smiled back at me, and then opened the Metaphysics Hall. However, the foxes were indifferent to Chong Xi ’s move, and all the foxes stared at me intently. I chuckled and said politely. So, I swaggered into the Metaphysics Hall first, and the foxes followed my feet into the Metaphysics Hall.

Entered the museum, and I sat on the sofa as soon as my ass. When the foxes saw me sit down, they lined up and sat on the ground in front of me. I lit a cigarette and took a sip and asked, "What's the matter, let's talk."

Among the foxes in the row, the fox sitting in the middle stood up straight, lifted a pair of front paws to make a gesture of slamming, and then said verbally: "Little Grandpa, help!" , A row of foxes lowered their heads together, as if knocking me out. Chong Xi sat on the side and made a haha, saying: "I lean, this endless dialect is more authentic than mine." However, my hand that is playing cigarette butts is stiff, turning my head to look at the vomiting man The Yan Fox asked, "Oh? What's the matter? Tell me in detail."

To tell the truth, I'm not surprised that the fox calls me my little uncle. You may not forget, my mother is not a human, but a fairy, and my mother's dharma is always white fox. Throughout the ages, Lao Niang is the living ancestor of this fox family, so I naturally became a little grandpa. What made me feel a headache was what the foxes said.

Actually, I already know this matter, but I haven't connected it. What the foxes said was exactly what happened in the video that the owner of the barbecue restaurant showed me during dinner. It turned out that these foxes are all demon cultivators in the Huangtuling Mountains. According to them, since yesterday, many "old Huang's" (weasels) have come to Huangtuling.

Know that all the good demons in Huangtuling have fixed territories, but this group of outside weasels insist on seizing the best cultivation dojo in Huangtuling. In fact, it is to grab a small post. In fact, this is a conflict for us humans. It's like saying that you have lived in your home for decades, and you will be robbed of you for no reason, and you will be bombarded. Of course, you will not agree.

The fox tribes in Huangtuling negotiated with the gangs of weasel, but the gangs of weasel were not very reasonable. The foxes indicate where we practice and where other races are practiced. These are all stipulated by the mountain gods. If it is given to you, where do we live? However, the weasel does not care about this set, saying that since it was given by the mountain god, let the mountain **** find it again.

In fact, for these animals, the division of territory is not inter-ethnic, not to mention the good animals. Although the morality of both sides is not high, but the number of foxes is not dominant. The video that the owner of the barbecue shop showed me was just two of them. What I did n’t know was that there were hundreds of them pinching each other where they could n’t see. You should know that in the current environment, the living space of this animal, such as the fox, is extremely limited, so even in the Huangtuling Mountain area, the number is not large, how can it withstand a large number of migratory weasel. The weasel has much greater survivability than the fox. Even in a wasteland, the weasel can survive very well. After all, the weasel can steal a chicken or something, but the fox can't do it.

This group of weasel not only made troubles on the mountain, but also made troubles under the mountain. Those who have read the previous article should remember that there are residents in the Huangtuling area. After two days, the incident of the weasel in Huangtuling spread. It can be said that this group of weasels made the Huangtuling area a chicken and a dog. jump. In fact, the main reason is because there are too many of these weasel, hundreds of large and small, if you want to fill your stomach, then you can only steal chickens and dogs

The headed fox told me again after the story, "Because the line is so small, I dare not meet my ancestors, I found the little uncle, and I beg the little uncle to do justice for us!" I thought for a long while. Answer: "Well, that's it" I said, I took out the gourd and released the cat black from the gourd. After Dahei got out of the gourd, Zhang Zhang yawned, stretched his back, stretched onto my lap, and spoiled.

I stroked the head of the **** and said to the headed fox: "I let the cat spirit go to Huangtuling with you. I will help you. I believe you will not eat the weasel again." Although I do n’t know what foxes understand I don't understand my intention, but since my little uncle has spoken, the foxes will not question it.

Just like this, Dahei accompanied the foxes to leave the Metaphysics Hall. After the foxes were gone, Lin Feng asked me suspiciously: "I said Shi Yan, would you let the cat spirit face the hundred or so weasels?" I hadn't spoken yet, but Chung Xi smiled: "Hey, Brother Lin, this is what you do n’t understand! For the time being, let ’s not talk about the cat spirit, just say that it is a cat, which is enough for the weasel to drink a pot! "Lin Feng puzzled and asked," How do I say? "I With a smile, he took out a can of Coke from the refrigerator, and took a sip and said, "Lin brother, you know that all cats are domestic cats. Now the domestic cats don't take the mouse itself, so it seems extra useless. But the **** is different. It ’s a wild cat. It ’s not easy to survive, and for most wild cats, the mouse ca n’t satisfy the appetite, and the weasel is bigger than the mouse. In the early years, the wild cat preyed on the weasel. Moreover, Dahei is an uncompromising black cat, and you must know that the black cat is psychic and has nine lives, and is trained as a cat spirit. Its ability is not comparable to these little weasel. "

When I got home, I told my dad about the weasel in the last two days. I thought my dad would be as indifferent as usual, but this time my dad's reaction surprised me. Dad frowned and sighed, then unscrewed the hip flask and said, "The biggest reason for this is actually me."

My head turned a little bit, so I asked doubtfully: "No, Dad. What does this weasel and fox have to do with you? It stands to reason that those bosses of monsters and fairy are not the same as you. How many levels are basically not the existence of a world, how is it related to you? "Dad lit a cigarette and smoked a bitter smile:" What do you know? Do you remember? Last time When you were hurt, did you hear what your six lords told me? "

I nodded and said, "I heard a little, but what happened?" Dad drank again and said, "This man is very different from animal cultivation!"

I was a little ignorant by what Dad said, so I scratched my head and asked, "No, you don't talk next to each other in the sky, what do you mean?" Dad shook his head helplessly. Seemingly helpless to me, I said for a long time: "Ah, your perception is really worrying." I was very dissatisfied in my heart, so I retorted: "How can my perception make people worry? You can't take me and the old Mom, what do you mean? "

Dad sighed again and said: "Simply say it. Now these wild fairy monsters are eager to find the dojo, for the imminent sky-tribulation."