Meng Fuyao almost spit out the unfinished herbs in his mouth.
you are cold...
This early autumn weather, the southern mountains, the night wind is strong but far from piercing, not to mention there is a big pile of fire underneath.
Only ghosts believe you are really cold.
Seeing that person lying high on the top of a tree, resting his chin in a leisurely manner, his eyes wandering over her body, he was very much planning to adopt "the most primitive way of heating" with her, Meng Fuyao went to the fire and backed away.
Although this person looks dignified and elegant, not like the obscene virtues of a rapist, but in this world, who knows that there will be a dirty heart hidden under a good skin? Just like... Pei Yuan.
Her dark eyes were shining brightly under the cover of the fire, she looked at the man with a vigilant expression, her thick eyelashes cast a faint black shadow on her slightly pale face, she looked a bit like some kind of little girl who was in a state of nervousness for battle beast.
The man opposite looked at her with great interest, and said, "Girl, are you cold?"
Well, everything went perfectly according to the script.
Meng Fuyao was not convinced, and replied rebelliously while continuing to move her buttocks, "It's so hot."
The man smiled, smiling gracefully and luxuriously, and said lightly, "Then take it off."
…
Meng Fuyao, who had already moved a foot away, suddenly sprang up, turned around and planned to run to the short cliff opposite.
The man didn't move when he saw her flying around, he just pressed the skirt of his clothes leisurely and smiled lightly.
Following his movements, his clothes suddenly opened a line, and a fiery red fruit rolled out.
The eyes of Meng Fuyao, who was still somersaulting, lit up immediately.
This, this, this, the color is warm and the aroma is cool, like the healing holy fruit "Kirin Red"
The fruit bones rolled over, and Meng Fuyao, who was on the head and feet, saw clearly that it was indeed a special sacred fruit on the snow mountain of Dizhou. It is said that this thing is only grown in the deep valley of the snow mountain, and it is impossible for idlers to find it.
With a bang, Meng Fuyao flipped halfway and fell down.
After falling down, he immediately got up, stepped on the fruit, and glanced at the opposite side from the corner of his eyes, as if he had no objection? Quickly reach for it.
"call out!"
A white light flashed in front of his eyes, as fast as thunder, and a small group of wind whizzed towards Meng Fuyao's hand. Feng's splitting gesture viciously kicked Meng Fuyao's nose.
Immediately, he rolled again, with a light posture and four claws facing the sky, just in time to meet the fruit that fell from Meng Fuyao's palm, with a bang, the fruit was hugged full.
All the actions happened in an instant, Meng Fuyao only felt the wind blow, the nose hurt, the faint fruit fragrance wafted, and the holy fruit of healing changed to stay in another place.
Raising his hand in a daze, Meng Fuyao touched his nose, and picked out a finger-long white hair from the tip of his nose—what the hell is this
Looking at the ground with dull eyes, a ball of pink and white is standing on tiptoe, proudly holding the fiery red fruit, and handing it to the man with one leg on its back. It is actually a classic ballet shape.
Meng Fuyao stared at that palm-sized thing—a rabbit? Smaller than a rabbit, a squirrel? Whiter than a squirrel, a Dutch rat? He is fatter than a Dutch mouse, with bright black eyes, beautiful snow-white long hair, and a body so fat that his measurements cannot be discerned, he is completely the realistic version of Hamtaro. In a previous life, such a cute little thing would definitely make pet lovers scream.
But it's a bit too vicious to grab things.
Sensing Meng Fuyao's gaze, the holland mouse immediately turned its head, and bared its snow-white front teeth at her, the big front teeth shone like two small knives in the firelight.
Meng Fuyao was stared at by this menacing gaze, and couldn't help feeling a little angry. Recently, he has been really unlucky. He was betrayed, tortured, and pushed off a cliff. Now even a fat rat despises him. It's too much for a man to do this. Depressed.
Unhappy, Meng Fuyao also twitched the corners of his mouth, and bared his teeth at the fat rat—according to the size, my teeth are bigger than yours!
In front of the fire, a man and a mouse confront each other, staring at each other.
With a puff, the man on the other side who had been watching this side with a smile finally couldn't help but looked at Meng Fuyao with great interest, stretched out his hand to the little thing, and called out:
"Ingots."
The fat mouse twisted its buttocks and ignored it.
"Master Yuanbao!"
Mr. Yuan Bao immediately jumped up, sprinted over with the fruit in his arms, and handed the fruit to the man flatteringly with his two little paws.
The man shook his head and pointed in Meng Fuyao's direction.
"Squeak!"
tone of protest.
"Um?"
Master Yuan Bao slowly raised his head, reluctantly dawdled for a while, and then slowly turned the direction of the fruit.
It stared at the fruit sadly, with life and death in its eyes.
Seeing its sadness, Meng Fuyao became happier, stretched out his hand triumphantly, and snatched the fruit.
By the way, I grabbed a hair on Mr. Yuan Bao's buttocks.
To avenge his nose being kicked.
"Squeak!!"
Master Yuan Bao jumped up angrily, and there was another 360-degree rotation in mid-air. It seemed that he was going to perform his "front handspring and front somersault 180 degrees" again. How could Meng Fuyao be caught by another The mouse kicked its nose on its face, twisted its body and avoided it.
Master Yuan Bao saw that he couldn't push his nose, so he immediately changed his tactics, jumped on the fruit with a chirp, and spat viciously.
Meng Fuyao immediately picked up the fat body and threw it out, Master Yuan Bao flew out, the knife flashed, and the peel of the fruit that spit out the rat's saliva was neatly peeled off, Meng Fuyao flicked his hand, The fruit peel was covering Lord Yuan Bao's head, and it fell into the owner's arms along with it.
In the three rounds of human-rat battle, Meng Fuyao won.
There was a sound of squeaks, and the white shadow jumped up and down on the man, grabbing his skirt and squeaking, probably complaining angrily. The man was leisurely leaning against the tree, pinching Yuan Bao's little nose, and talking to it .
"... tell you to bully people first..."
"Squeak!"
"You don't suffer, you kicked her..."
"Squeak!" Lord Yuan Bao turned around, showing his fat butt to the man sadly.
"You have a thousand hairs on your butt, how can I tell which one is missing?"
"Zhizhi." Master Yuan Bao pawed hard, pawing and pawing.
The man couldn't bear it any longer, grabbed it by the neck and made it stand upright, "Speak up, you didn't wash your ass last night!"
"Squeak!"
"Okay... Isn't it just your snack... Give it to her, I'll give it to you next time..."
"Squeak!"
"The more you lose your temper, it's because they are used to you." The man's good patience was finally worn away, but there was still no trace of anger, he just smiled and groped in his arms, "Well...I'm so tired with so many snacks, Throw it away, huh?"
"Squeak... squeak..."
Master Yuan Bao stopped his flag and drums, squatted down and drew circles, the man patted its head, turned around and was about to speak to Meng Fuyao, when his eyes touched Meng Fuyao's swollen mouth, he was startled suddenly.
"You... finished eating Qilinhong?"
Meng Fuyao chewed desperately, swallowed the fruit in three mouthfuls, and then replied crisply, "Yes, I'm done."
Don't you two hurry up and eat the good things while you two are bickering, don't you wait for that guy to come to my mouth and grab it
The man stared at her amusedly for a while, then suddenly shook his head.
"It seems that you don't know that when Qilin fruit meets Yizhishuang, you can only use half the amount, otherwise it will be poisoned."
"ah?!"