The little black rabbit took small steps and walked pitifully towards the door of the courtyard.
Just as he pushed the courtyard door open a crack, a black and nonexistent little head poked out. The little guy jumped back with a cry, got into Feng Xingying's arms as fast as he could, and cried loudly:
"There are bad guys outside the door waiting to catch Tutu! Does she think that by having the same hairstyle and wearing the same clothes as her owner, she can pretend to be the owner and kidnap Tutu
She really has such beautiful thoughts, I wouldn't be that stupid! "
Feng Xingying collected the elixir neatly and threw one of the prepared elixirs to this stupid rabbit who was selling it extremely hard.
The more unattainable some things are, the more they may be cherished.
For example, spirit beasts do not have the ability or wisdom to make elixirs, but they all have extraordinary persistence and love for elixirs.
After taking a pill, Zhizhi's mood was finally soothed, and she rubbed herself in Feng Xingying's arms with peace of mind:
"Master will definitely not give me away, right? You have fed me so many elixirs. If you give me away, you will lose the elixirs."
"Yeah." Feng Xingying finally nodded. She felt that if she didn't nod today, this rabbit would be stupid enough to cause trouble.
"Do you think you have a higher IQ or Qin Molin?" Feng Xingying asked suddenly.
"Ah?" the little black rabbit replied awkwardly: "Now the villain has a higher IQ. That's because I'm still young. When I grow up, I will be smarter than him."
Hearing Zhima's answer, Feng Xingying showed a smile on his face.
She shouldn't doubt Qin Molin. But she was still worried. She picked up Zhizhi's ears and asked seriously:
"If I give you a task, can I guarantee that it will be completed meticulously?"
"Yes!" Zhima immediately became energetic: "Is it a spiritual beast that can become the master after completing the task?"
"It depends on your performance." Feng Xingying raised his lips and smiled.
Zhima immediately shouted the slogan happily: "I want to eat more, advance as soon as possible, transform as soon as possible, defeat the evil man, and marry the master Bai Fumei!"
Just marry Bai Fumei, what the hell is the extra word master
Feng Xingying responded in a funny way: "Come on, I'll wait for you~~"
"Yeah!" Zhima was full of motivation, and he set this sentence as his life goal from then on.
…
In the middle of the night, Feng Xingying called out Yunxiang and Xigua.
"Miss, it's so late, where are you going?" Yunxiang asked drowsily before she woke up.
"Watch a show."
"Ah?" She couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she thought.
What time is it? Is any theater still open? Don’t you like watching plays, young lady
Fortunately, Yunxiang's advantage is that if you don't understand something, you should listen to her first. Of course, if you understand something, you should also listen to her. You must be right to listen to her.
Feng Xingying said he wanted to go to the theater, so she followed him obediently.
The front door of the Feng family.
Under the dim moonlight, Feng Renjian personally held a lamp, supported Mrs. Feng, and watched a carriage in front of her drive away with a smile on her face.
Their eyes were full of expectation, as if what they were sending away was not a carriage, but a seed of hope. Just wait for it to sprout, take root, and bloom the buds of victory.
"Don't worry, grandma. My grandson has taken care of all the details. With the clothes you brought from Feng Xingying, there will be nothing wrong this time." Feng Renjian supported his grandmother filially.
"I believe you. You kid has been resourceful since you were a child. I'm not worried about you. It's just that Xian'er has a bit of an impetuous personality. If only she were half as calm as Yi'er."