How the fox spirit is made

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Qi Qing muttered a few words in dissatisfaction, and then shrank, becoming a little fox nestled in the pile of clothes.

Xie Yifei: "..."

Even in the shape of a fox, Qi Qing slept on her back, and was wrapped in clothes by Xie Yifei and carried out of the car.

Ji Mingze waited outside the car, his mind full of wild thoughts.With his elder sister's temperament, maybe he didn't wake up Qi Qing, and carried her out of the car with a romantic atmosphere, walked into the inn with heroic spirit, and then...he saw Xie Yifei get out of the car with a big bag of clothes .

"Elder Sister, no, where is Qi Qing?"

"Here." Xie Yifei lightly stroked the top of the little fox's head in the pile of clothes, stroking the soft fur, Qi Qing remained unmoved, seemed to enjoy it a little, and rubbed her palm.

Ji Mingze's eyes widened, and he tsk-tsk twice, but he didn't dare to put his hand on it, so he said bitterly: "It's in the shape of a fox now, why does it have a fox-like temper? If it's normal... tsk-tsk-tsk, don't put the hand touching her head bite off..."

"Ji Mingze, you are so free, if you have time to make up gossip, how about..."

"Don't, don't, big sister, I'm busy, I'm still busy building foundations!" Ji Mingze wiped off the cold sweat that didn't exist on his head, turned his head and left, and then Xie Yifei watched Ji Mingze's head hit on a person's nose.

The visitor has an extraordinary appearance, with fluttering clothes, bright starry eyes, and a dignified smile on his face. If it is put in the story books, nine out of ten books he is the male lead, and one book is his. He is a legend, heard but not seen.

Maybe it was because the bump hurt too much. Before Ji Mingze had time to cover his forehead, the other party's perfect smile cracked open, and his expression turned ferocious. Before he could adjust his expression, he yelled out in pain: "Hiss, hiss!" ...Ah, my nose is cracked...it hurts..."

"..."

Ji Mingze stuck out an index finger and poked the other person's shoulder: "Are you... all right?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine." In just a few seconds, the other party changed his face and put on a perfect smile again, only the red nose showed what had happened.

"..."

Ji Mingze wanted to add a few words, but he didn't expect the other party's eyes to look directly over his shoulder, looked at Xie Yifei and said, "May I ask if you are a major disciple of the Chongyang School?"

Xie Yifei hugged Qi Qing with a calm expression, and looked up at him.

"I'm."

"It's really great. My master told me to wait here and invite everyone to come to Fushi Hall for a gathering."

"Ji Mingze, come back."

Ji Mingze didn't know why, so he had to slip back behind Xie Yifei.

Xie Yifei put his hand on the hilt of the sword, slowly pulled out the blade, and looked at him with a smirk: "Interesting, our small sect of Chongyang Sect is not well-known in the world of cultivating immortals. I don't know how to provoke it." Is the Great Immortal thinking about it?"

"I am a student of the Pengshan School. My master has admired the Chongyang Sword Art for a long time."

"Really?" Xie Yifei pressed the sword back, "But we are here temporarily, and we need to settle down for a few days before we can go to the appointment."

"It doesn't matter, there is still some time before the monks' meeting, and I can visit from time to time."

The threat in the words is already obvious.

Xie Yifei let out a disdainful "bark" in his heart, but still responded with a gentle and gentle mouth.

"Goodbye by fate, I'm Xiayan Gongyun." The other party bowed to Xie Yifei, with a smile like the spring breeze blowing on his face and very deliberate.

"I'm Xie Yifei."

Xie Yifei looked at Yan Gongyun's leaving back and didn't know what to say for a while.

"Hey, Eldest Sister, does this person have a crush on our Chongyang baby?" Ji Mingze rubbed his forehead, confused by the conversation between the two.

"It's hard to say, this person's city is very deep, and I don't know what his purpose is now." Xie Yifei looked away and ordered, "You go and investigate this Pengshan faction and Yan Gongyun at night."

"Yes, big sister."

The wind on this street happened to be favorable, and a familiar voice drifted along the wind and entered the ears of the two who were still standing there.

"Hiss...it hurts, is this person's forehead made of iron... hiss..."

"..." Xie Yifei added another sentence to Ji Mingze, "I take back my deep evaluation of his city."

"Oh, bad luck!" Yan Gongyun covered his nose, and rushed back to Fushitang angrily, ignoring the strange eyes of passers-by along the way.

Probably no one can understand such a handsome young man walking on the road with murderous intent on his face.

It is true, Yan Gongyun, as the most outstanding disciple of the Pengshan School, should be used as a mascot to show off in front of all the disciples of the Xianmen. Once he arrived, he picked up Yan Gongyun who was lazily lying on the bed like a urging, and asked him to invite the Chongyang Sect. Unfortunately, he failed to achieve his goal and hit his nose ashes.

"What's so good about the Chongyang sect, is it just the nine-star thorn?" Yan Gongyun said to himself, "...these are all recorded in some wild history, who knows if the family Fengxian has ever used it..."

"So what if Ting Fengxian used it? It's good if no one shouts and beats..."

Han Yundong huddled under the eaves of other people's houses, the raindrops fell on his toes, mixed with the yellow mud stains, as if the steaming food and warm clothes a few days ago were just a flash in the pan, and it turned out that he was ostracized again outside the village.

Hungry and cold, even the warmth around him thought it was an illusion.

The young man's hair was shining with golden light, he was naked, and his smile was evil. He divided the barbecue in half with Han Yundong, and took advantage of the opportunity to sit beside him.

"newcomer?"

Grease dripped down between his fingers, Han Yundong nodded in a daze, "...um."

It was as if a furnace was burning on the boy's body, and even his breath was as warm as fire. He was biting his flesh: "It's so remote, why are you here?"

"I, I used to be from here... but I wandered outside..." Duan Yundong timidly took a bite of the meat on his hand, it was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, with a mouth-watering aroma, but it was tasteless.

"Come back and see your hometown...you call it your hometown, right?"

Sweat dripped down the boy's bronze-colored skin, his muscles were tight, and his movements were chic. Han Yundong looked at his unusually thin body, and could only curl up in a corner timidly, feeling extremely inferior.

The boy's words floated far and near in his ears.

"...It's so pitiful, human, do you want to come with me, under my protection, I guarantee that you can live a better life than everyone else..."

"Can you make me a fairy?"

"Being a fairy? What's so good about being a fairy? Why do you want to do it?"

"You may not believe it, I have seen a fairy, she is the most beautiful fairy I have ever seen, she just landed in front of my eyes..."

The young man's eyebrows grew into his temples, and there was a little inconspicuous gold in his eyeballs. When he smiled, the light was shining like the sun.The young man seemed to have sensed something, and put his shoulders on his shoulders, the hotness vented from his shoulders, dispelling the chill of the rainy day.

"You haven't told me your name yet, human."

"My name is Han Yundong, how about you?"

"My..." The boy rolled his eyes, "I won't tell you now. Tell me, why are you here alone?"

Han Yundong sucked the grease dripping from his fingers, and licked it over and over again reluctantly: "□□, my parents are dead."

The young man sighed inaudibly: "I am the same, I have never seen my father since I was born, my mother raised our brother and was targeted, and my mother also left..."