Long Jiale

Xue Zhenqing asked Dao Ling not to be polite, and then arranged five cages of xiaolongbao in a flower pattern and placed them in the center of the table, and placed three cages of steamed dumplings beside them, along with five free-range eggs.

He took out the milk from the refrigerator, heated up a pot of sweet milk, took out the glass, poured a glass of sweet milk for himself and Dao Ling, and the little white snake also poured a glass, Xue Zhenqing pointed to the table Zidie, who was lying dead, asked, "Does it need it?"

After seeing sparrow spirits, vixen spirits, ginseng spirits, snake spirits, etc., Xue Zhenqing felt that he was already immune to all kinds of spirits, so he wouldn't be surprised if a butterfly spirit came out to ask for help.

Sometimes when I think about it, Xue Zhenqing feels that he is really "big hearted".

Ji Xiang taunted him with a big heart, "That little white snake has been eating and drinking by your side for half a year, you just think it's an illusion, your heart is not big, who is bigger?"

Xue Zhenqing: "..."

You are right.

"Pour it a cup." Dao Ling pointed to the little butterfly and nodded. Although the butterfly spirit can't eat human food, it likes nectar and various sweet juices very much.

Maybe it likes sweet milk.

Xue Zhenqing nodded, and poured a glass of milk for Xiao Die.

The two of them began to enjoy breakfast with a butterfly and a snake. Xue Zhenqing bit a small steamed bun, looked at the two little fairies in the room, and suddenly remembered the ghost story Shen Zhoucheng told him that day.

Xue Zhenqing looked up at Dao Ling, and thought: Fortunately, you are still in this room.

Afterwards, Xue Zhenqing stared dumbfounded at Dao Ling's tatie-like baskets of all kinds of small steamed buns and dumplings, and went to get a few baskets when they were not enough. Thanks to Jixiang's cheating cooking behavior, there were a lot of breakfast in the kitchen.

Xue Zhenqing watched Dao Ling enter the room as if he was performing acrobatics with a few baskets of steamed buns, took a sip of hot milk to suppress his shock, and asked cautiously, "This Taoist priest, you must be a person, right?"

He already suspected in his heart that the other party might be the incarnation of a black bear spirit or a tiger spirit, if not a panda spirit?Otherwise, why eat so much?

Dao Ling: "..."

"Relax, I'm a human being, but my appetite is a bit bigger than normal people."

Xue Zhenqing complained in his heart: It's not just a little bigger, it's a lot bigger.

After they finished their breakfast, they finally started the main event, to detoxify the little butterfly, which requires the tears of the little white snake.

The tears of the little white snake are very strange. It will shed tears when it is frightened, it will shed tears when it is sad, and it will shed tears when it is okay.

Crying for nothing will make the whole snake feel better physically and mentally.

In the past when rushing to make eye drops and nutrient solutions, he used extraordinary means to induce tears, but now, the tears that the little white snake sheds naturally when he has nothing to do can already meet various needs. Xue Zhenqing only needs to keep the little white snake in the cup It's ok to collect the tears in it.

There is still a small cup of tears that the little white snake cried yesterday.

However, to detoxify the centipede essence, fresh tears just shed by the little white snake are needed.

Then you can only cry on the spot.

Xue Zhenqing changed the little white snake to a blue mood-depressing cup, and helped the little white snake shed tears. The little butterfly has been tortured by the poison of the centipede for so long, so one can imagine the urgency of the other party.

"Xiaobai, hurry up and shed your tears." Xue Zhenqing nodded the little white snake's head and told it in a warm voice.

The little white snake in the blue cup nodded, and its little tail moved happily.

The little white snake has been very happy these days, especially yesterday. It ate a lot of delicious food and was praised by passers-by for its cuteness. Excited, it curled up in a cup at night, and its tails were happily knotted.

The snake heart is still happy now.

Therefore, it huddled in the blue cup and brewed for a long time. Under the watchful eyes of the people around it, it couldn't cry.

Xue Zhenqing had no choice but to turn on the projector and play the famous bitter movie.

Little White Snake watched it very seriously, but it may be because he had watched too many bitter films before and had the ability to resist, and because Little White Snake was in a very excited mood today, he just couldn't cry.

Little Butterfly, who was deeply poisoned, burst into tears, and Zidie yelled, "It's so miserable, I'm crying to death!"

However, the cry of a butterfly cannot be seen by others.

Xue Zhenqing was also a little helpless, and said to Dao Ling: "There is no way, Xiaobai can't cry now."

Dao Ling: "It's okay, after all, whoever behaves well will not cry casually."

"Wait, it might cry later."

As a result, when Shen Zhoucheng brought the little fox to visit the bamboo building, the little white snake still failed to shed tears.

Shen Zhoucheng took the little white dumpling to sleep late today and woke up very late. Shen Zhoucheng didn't dare to wake up the little guy. When the little fox woke up naturally, he rubbed his little fox with his paws. Eyes, habitually rolled into Shen Zhoucheng's arms, and rubbed Shen Zhoucheng's neck with his little furry head.

After the dawdling was over, the little fox trembled all over, wondering why he woke up as a little white ball—since the vixen who has a night life always sleeps in the appearance of Shen Li at night, if it is in When Shen Zhoucheng woke up in his room, there was a high probability that he was in human form.

Why did I become a little fox?

The little guy slowly recalled what happened yesterday in his mind.

When Shen Zhoucheng saw that little fool froze all over, his heart broke, what should come will come after all.

It is estimated that this little Hanhan didn't eat two chickens yesterday, his mentality exploded, and he was about to lose his temper.

Unexpectedly, Shen Zhoucheng's prediction was wrong. Instead of being angry, the little white dumpling turned into Shen Li, and threw himself into Shen Zhoucheng's arms in various ways. "Zhouzhou, I haven't eaten my two chickens!"

"My two chickens for Qixi Festival are gone!"

Shen Zhoucheng hugged the poor boy in his arms, and comforted him: "Good boy, can I give you compensation today?"

"Shall we have two chickens tonight?"

Shen Li shook his head, Shen Zhoucheng sighed, "Okay then, little boy, how do you want to make it up?"

After receiving Shen Zhoucheng's words, the pitiful look on Shen Li's face almost didn't go away. He became energetic again as a fox, and began to ask Shen Zhoucheng for various conditions: "Zhouzhou, the two of you on the Qixi Festival A chicken is not the same as the usual two chickens, I have to at least, um... eat two chickens for two nights in a row! And Zhou Zhou, you have to read to me what the fans have praised me, and you have to groom me, and Take a photo! I want to take a photo of a fox..."

Shen Li threw himself into Shen Zhoucheng's arms excitedly and described his request. There was no trace of pity or grievance on that small face. Not to mention the tail, which is wagging excitedly, fully exposing the owner's little thoughts.

Only then did Shen Zhoucheng realize that he might have underestimated this little fool.

Even for a moment, it was difficult for him to judge whether the little fool in front of him was really stupid or fake?Did Shen Li really want to eat the two chickens last night, or did he not plan to eat those two chickens at all?

And the wish he made yesterday.

What is going on in this little silly little head?

Shen Li's idea is actually very simple. Eating five chickens a day is a challenge for him, a little fox. He also ate three chickens in the morning and noon. Eat so much chicken.

Three chickens a day is already enough to satisfy Shen Li's desire to eat chicken, eating more is pure nonsense. Besides Shen Li loves to eat chicken, as a little vixen, he also likes to do that with Shen Zhoucheng. matter.

A vixen is born very good at that...

On the day of Qixi Festival, both of them were very satisfying. Before going to bed yesterday, he actually felt that his life was complete.

It is not a pity that the two chickens were not eaten.

Shen Li was delighted: the next day, he could pretend to be pitiful and coquettish and make various demands on the pretense that he didn't eat two chickens.

The fox is too smart.

After Shen Li finished the calculations in his heart, he thought that he was a fox who made a lot of money!

How can I think of getting angry, so I quickly pretend to be pitiful for my own benefit.

"Zhouzhou! I need to make up for it. Yesterday was Qixi Festival, Qixi Festival, I didn't eat the last two chickens! I want to make it up! You still have to comfort my wounded heart of a fox, and you must agree to other conditions! "

Shen Li sniffed pitifully at first, wrinkled his brows in the middle, and shrunk his mouth, looking very aggrieved, but when he started talking about his requirements and conditions, his expression became ecstatic again , the small black eyes are rolling around, and the tail behind him is also proudly raised, all eyes are written "I am a vixen, I am so smart, I have made a lot of money!"

Shen Zhoucheng couldn't help laughing at his face-changing facial expressions.

In order to cooperate with this clever little vixen, he had no choice but to follow the other party's way of thinking. Shen Zhoucheng also played a regretful and dignified expression, sincere and sincere, and with a little embarrassment and helplessness, he compromised the compensation requested by the other party. .

Shen Li squinted his pretty fox eyes, very satisfied, Shen Zhoucheng rubbed his little face with a smile, and told him what happened last night.

Last night, a Taoist priest and a butterfly essence poisoned by the centipede came. The tears of the little white snake can detoxify the butterfly essence. When Shen Li heard this, he was also very interested. After all, he is a butterfly essence. Fox used to like to flutter butterflies in the grass.

I want to see what the new Butterfly looks like, and according to Shen Zhoucheng, it is a Butterfly who can speak human language.

"Zhouzhou, let's go see them detoxify!"

Shen Zhoucheng looked at the time, and said to Shen Li: "It's almost noon now, they should have detoxified the butterfly spirit, have breakfast first, and take you there to see the situation."

So, after waiting for the two of them to sleep late, and after eating breakfast slowly, they came to Wangzhulou, and what they saw was Zidie lying on top of the little white snake, waiting for the other to shed tears like looking through autumn water.