Emperor Wu asked Lin Mu's address, and as soon as he hung up the phone, he felt that he was stabbed a few times in the waist.
Di Xiu stuck his head out of his trousers pocket, and the two wooden arms that could not be shaped like a hand beat Di Wu's waist hard. Seeing him bow his head, he looked up at him and hit him a few times. .
The Emperor Wu took him out of his pocket, put his hands under the little wooden man's arms, and lifted him up: "Why?"
Dixiu raised his foot and kicked the bridge of Diwu's straight nose.
The Emperor Wu hissed and leaned his head back to avoid Di Xiu's next attack. He simply put him on the table, and muttered, "What's the point of being angry? Anyway, your grievance is very weak now, so it's not impossible. See."
The little wooden man raised his hand and patted his face.
"You are a ball and your son will not dislike you." Diwu said, "And didn't he say that he has your fruit at home, and you swallowed that fruit later, it is estimated that it will be much better."
Dixiu paused and shook his head.
Emperor Wu thought that the fruit was left to his daughter-in-law by Emperor Xiu, and after thinking about it, he didn't talk any more, but said: "We still have a magic medicine in this situation. so."
In the current situation of Emperor Wu, returning to the Great Wilderness is basically no different from delivering food to other monsters. Although it is not impossible to find those friends, every minute before finding them is full of danger.
Diwu, who had already flipped over the car once because of carelessness, didn't want to take this risk at all.
He chose to first understand the things on the Central Plains, and then raise it for 1,800 years, and then return to the Great Wilderness to retrieve his power.
For the revenge on the Dahuang side, he can take it slow.
There is no point in returning to the Great Wilderness now. The Emperor Wu does not know where to find his strength for the time being. Even if he does, he cannot get it back at all, given his fragile body, weak body, unstable spirit, and bloody murderous aura.
—Maybe without the need for other monsters to do something, he can be killed by the power that he has stripped out.
If it really happened that he was killed by his own power, the reputation of his imperial house would definitely be passed down through the ages, and he would be regarded as a typical negative example of educating his own cubs by the monsters in the wild.
That's stupid.
It doesn't fit his image of being wise, wise, and martial arts without flaws at all.
If there is an elixir, life will be much more comfortable.
It has just been out for more than half a year, and some monsters with good abilities have gathered, but the Central Plains are still the world of human beings after all.
The world of human beings means that monsters are not the mainstream, but the dark side that needs to be hidden. As human beings gradually give up cultivation and study foreign objects of science and technology, the spiritual energy of the earth, which cannot be fed back, will naturally decline.
The spiritual energy of the Central Plains is exhausted, and it is naturally difficult for the spiritual medicine to grow.
This is also why the monsters under Emperor Wu have no stock of elixir at all, and they can't even help at all.
Di Xiu looked down at himself and stopped talking.
Because his current situation can't help the cultivation of spirit medicine.
When he was still a complete tree, it was very, very simple to attract the light flow of the essence of the sun and the moon to nourish one's water and soil.
After being taken apart, it is not as powerful as it is.
With all his strength, one or two flowers will come down to the sky in a day, and only one or two will be reluctant to fall into his arms because the grievances have not been dispelled from his body.
The reality is - he needs elixir now too.
Very much needed.
It is probably because of the origin of plants, and elixir, which is placed on plant monsters like them, is far more useful than those special monsters that are formed by animals or cultivated with spiritual wisdom.
In addition to the medicinal effect, what is more useful to them is the spiritual energy in the elixir.
No other monsters can digest these auras directly, but they can.
A fresh elixir is far more effective for them than it is after refining it into an elixir.
And what they need now is the nourishing spiritual energy in the elixir to stabilize the soul and strengthen it.
"The last time I saw Lin Mu, his demonic power couldn't even compare to a little monster who had just turned into an elite." After Diwu finished speaking, he opened a box and searched for it, "It's only been a month since we last met. Well, it is said that a batch of elixir has already matured, I think it is 80% that the light flow of the sun and the moon has been attracted, otherwise the elixir cannot be cooked so quickly."
Dixiu nodded when he heard the words, got up from the table, ran to the mirror again, and continued to try to rub his face out.
Emperor Wu looked back at him, sighed heavily, and shook his head.
How can it be rubbed out.
So stupid, no help.
He retracted his gaze and continued to rummage: "It's still safe to attract the sun and the moon. It seems that the fox squatting beside him is quite reliable."
Dixiu thinks this is the truth.
His impression of the nine-tailed fox has always been good. Who made him a demon for so many years, the one who likes to run into the valley the most and bring him some free books and food are those nine-tailed foxes.
The reason why he understands and looks forward to the outside world is indeed because of the joys and sorrows and lively markets that Yan Gui described to him.
"Okay, I've found everything." Diwu took a few small bags and stuffed them into his pockets, bulging.
He patted it: "The seeds of the elixir that were copied from the house."
Dixiu looked back at him, looking at himself in the mirror, very distressed.
When I went to see my son like this, I didn't have the passion and joy of reunion at all.
My son must be worried.
Dixiu let out a long sigh.
Emperor Wu looked at Di Xiu who made a sigh but didn't sigh, picked him up and stuffed him in the other pocket, watched him stick his head out of his pocket, and poked him with his finger. : "Okay, let's go!"
Dixiu raised his hand and touched his finger lightly, indicating that he was ready.
Lin Mu hung up the phone, and a carp jumped up from the bed, feeling that today's day was really thrilling, like a roller coaster.
He hurriedly put down his phone, sat on the edge of the bed, and wanted to prepare something, but he didn't know what to prepare.
- He's going to see Dad.
wrong.
He has a father.
Lin Mu wandered around the room for a few laps, but he had no real feeling for this fact, but felt that his blood was surging, his heartbeat was pounding like a drum, and even his breathing was disordered.
Toffee came back with a grass in his mouth.
As soon as he entered the house through the side door, he was blocked by the little ginseng.
The little ginseng looked at the grass he was holding, and leaned in to smell it: "Is it the mint spirit grass raised by the uncle of the mountain god?"
Toffee sat on the spot and looked at him with some doubts.
"Toffee, that big monster just now... The one named Yan Xuanjing made Lin Mu cry." Little Ginseng complained—he knew that Toffee was a hidden monster.
He didn't know what it was, but it didn't matter, anyway, toffee was very good for Lin Mu.
The little ginseng said in a milky voice: "Lin Mu must be in a bad mood right now. You comfort him. I'll go make Lin Mu something cold and delicious. Would you like to accompany him?"
Toffee nodded, watching the little ginseng reach out and pluck off two leaves of the spirit grass he was holding, bypassing the little monster who jumped into the kitchen, and went up to the second floor.
He looked at Lin Mu's closed door, raised his front paws and scratched the door.
Lin Mu heard the sound and stepped forward to open the door.
A cool breath rushed toward the face, with a slight stimulation and refreshing coldness.
It's the smell of mint.
Lin Mu squatted down, took down the grass that the toffee was holding, flipped through it, and found that it was mint.
But regular mint doesn't have such a strong smell.
Lin Mu shook the grass in his hand: "For me?"
Toffee looked at him, shaking her ears.
Lin Mu glanced at the fur on Toffee's chest, and found that it was covered with dust.
He stretched out his hand and spread it out: "Right hand."
Toffee put her right paw in his palm.
Lin Mu saw that the toffee nails were stained with some dirt debris, which was quite fresh.
Lin Mu looked at the grass in his hand again.
It should have just been dug for him from the mountains, and even the roots are intact.
Lin Mu couldn't help hugging his dog and rubbed his forehead against his forehead.
The fox spirit narrowed his eyes slightly, his ears drooped down, and he rubbed back a few times.
Halfway through the rub, I heard Lin Mu say, "It's better toffee."
Foxy meal.
"Don't learn from Yan Xuanjing when you're a master, it's fine now." Lin Mu said, "Yan Xuanjing is bad."
Yan Xuanjing: "?"
How is it broken.
Lin Mu hugged the dog and muttered, "How could he hide such an important thing from me?"
"Even if you don't hide it, you still don't know how to repent." Lin Mu condemned, "He even... still... kissed me!"
After Lin Mu finished speaking, he got stuck, and only after his anger went down did he realize what had happened.
forest:"?"
Lin Mu touched his forehead: "Why did he kiss me?"
This really leaves the handsome me scratching my head.
"Forget it." Lin Mu muttered and put his hand on his forehead, his face a little warm, "He's actually a good vixen, I guess he was protecting me before."
Otherwise, the dignified King of Qingqiu, why would he run into his small yard when he had something to do, and teach him how to use demon power.
Is Yan Xuanjing so free
Certainly not.
It's impossible to take a fancy to his family's sun and moon essence and elixir - just kidding, will the young king of Qingqiu lack these things
Lin Mu felt that it was definitely not lacking.
The things he can get, the powerful bosses may be so tired of looking at them that they don't even bother to look at them.
Apart from recognizing his identity and protecting him, Lin Mu really couldn't think of any other reason.
"It's a good fox." Lin Mu muttered, "but I'm still very angry."
Yan Xuanjing helped him, of course Lin Mu was grateful.
But he kept such an important thing from him, and Lin Mu was also angry.
Anger and gratitude do not conflict.
Lin Mu licked the dog's hair and narrowed his eyes.
Yan Xuanjing will come back later and let him eat potatoes for a week.
The fox spirit, who was so comfortable being touched by Xiao Dixiu and even dozed off, felt a chill down his spine, opened his eyes instantly, sat upright, and looked around alertly.
Lin Mu cleaned up the mint that the dog gave him, took it downstairs and found an empty flower pot to plant, then turned around and was iced by the cup that was placed beside his face.
The little ginseng walked up to him with a cup of drink: "Qiangqiang! Lemon mint tea!"
Lin Mu looked at the two mint leaves soaked in the cup, washed his hands, took the drink from the little ginseng, and rubbed the little ginseng's head vigorously.
The little ginseng shook his head lightly, looking at Lin Mu's smiling face, he was greatly relieved, wrinkled his nose, grabbed Lin Mu's sleeve and whispered, "Lin Mu is not angry anymore, we will ignore Yan Xuanjing in the future. already."
Yan Xuanjing lay on the side, looked at the little ginseng who comforted Lin Mu in a soft voice, and narrowed his eyes.
The little rascal that drags its feet.
Lin Mu rubbed a handful of ginseng's head and said, "That's still not enough."
The little ginseng puffed up her face, and gave a dull "oh": "Lin Mu is not sad."
When Yan Xuanjing heard the words, he flicked his tail and wrapped around Lin Mu's ankle.
Lin Mu looked at the toffee beside his feet, took a deep breath, and stood up: "Eat first, then clean up the house—there will be guests coming in the next two days."
The little ginseng followed the trees as a little tail: "I'm here to help!"
Lin Mu shook his head. What he wanted to clean was not his own room, but his mother's room.
He didn't want anyone to go into his mother's room.
But when Dad comes back, it's better to sleep there.
The Imperial House can sleep in guest rooms, but since Yan Xuanjing occasionally stayed overnight, the guest room only needs to be cleaned, and the task is not heavy.
Lin Mu thought for a while and said to the little ginseng, "Can you help me clean up a few ventilation rooms and move the potted plants that need to be moved?"
Little Ginseng nodded: "Okay!"
After Lin Mu and Little Ginseng finished their meal, they did a thorough cleaning, tidying up several rooms and ventilation rooms in a neat and orderly manner.
Lin Mu looked at the toffee lying in the yard and squinted.
"Should I give Toffee a bath?" Lin Mu asked the little ginseng next to him in a low voice.
The little ginseng looked at the dignified dog lying in the yard enjoying the moonlight, thought for a while, and then showed a shocked expression: "Toffee hasn't bathed in a month!"
Lin Mu was also not sure how often a dog should take a bath.
But since I remembered it today, I washed it. Dad should be here in the next two days, so that the milk candy can leave a good impression on Dad.
Toffee is not like other dogs. She cooperates unexpectedly with the bath. There is no sign of trouble. She washes and rubs very gently. The children are fluffy and fluffy, at least two circles fatter than before, like a swollen hairball.
Originally, when Lin Mu first met, he could still find some traces in the few rubs of hair that he cut for him, but now the whole ball of hair has exploded, and it is completely invisible.
Lin Mu dug out the comb that he had bought to groom the dog before.
Summer is the season when dogs shed hair, and when they are combed, they are a large group of soft white fluff.
Lin Mu combed for half an hour, looked at the dog on the left, and looked at the hair on the right that was almost the same size as the dog. He went back to find a big bag, packed it, and prepared to go back and learn to tie a felt or something.
"The hair loss is so severe, you all lose your hair after you've become sperm." Lin Mu muttered as he cleaned up the dog's fur, and then moved for a while, thinking that foxes also seem to be canines.
He looked at the white wrist strap that he had been wearing on his wrist and wondered when to ask Da Hei about this wonderful secret.
Lin Mu bent down and picked up another lump of fur.
There was a sound of "bass" outside the window, setting off a green flame that filled the sky, illuminating this courtyard as bright as day.
Toffee, who was lying beside him, looked solemn, he suddenly stood up, stared at the green wall of fire with his head raised, and smelled a blood and murderous aura.
Lin Mu also stood up suddenly, frowned and turned his head to look out the window, and vaguely heard a curse.
The voice was a little familiar, but not very real from a distance.
Lin Mu looked at the fire wall in the morning and evening with a serious face. With the curse, a large part of the fire wall was crushed. , go straight in.
A big monster with a heavy blood barrier to kill.
This breath was unheard of in Yan Xuanjing's five hundred years of memory.
An unknown monster.
The visitor is not good.
Yan Xuanjing kicked his hind legs and jumped out of the wide open window, his body swelled against the wind, his snout was elongated, and he flicked his tail behind him, giving birth to another eight, which gave birth to a cold light like a sharp blade in the moonlight.
With a flick of its tail, the nine-tailed fox blocked the little Emperor Xiu in the house, revealing its sharp claws.
Diwu looked at the nine-tailed fox with furry like a ball in front of him, stunned for two seconds, and laughed out loud without giving any face.