Jiaoer was just 501 years old when she had her tail changed. This is an extremely rare event among the foxes. What's more, this little fox already had six tails when she was born. In the next five hundred years, she didn't have a tail turned out, but she was still far ahead of the other fox monsters of the fox clan.
In the end, what kind of parents are going to be against the sky, or how lucky it is to be favored by God, so that the little fox can have such an innate advantage and win at the starting line.
It’s just that Jiao’er never knew this. From the time she remembered, she had no impression of her father and mother, and she did not live in a big family like the fox tribe. She was alone in the mountains. Practice.
Shanguo, Qingquan, it is a good thing to fill the mouth and tongue, but from time to time some wolves and tigers will come, drooling at her, Jiaoer will hide as much as possible, and if she can't fight, she will fight face to face. . Without the pain of parents and the protection of members of the clan, it is really rare to be able to develop Jiaoer's lively, frank, courageous and fearless temperament in such a difficult environment.
It’s just that in such an environment, it’s a little bit lacking to have such temperament, because no one has ever had Jiaoer, what is ****, how is it to be tempted to a person, and under what circumstances will you have a relationship with someone? The state of mind that people stay together.
Until later, Jiaoer was lucky enough to be rescued by Bone Ji, leaving the mountains, waters, trees, flowers, and so on, and came to the human world, and saw the wine ladies in the tavern welcoming and sending, or flattering. There are two different extremes in the faces of the drinkers, or they are holding them everywhere, and remembering their previous identities. The cold eyebrows and the polite serving of wine and vegetables are two different extremes.
The same is true for those alcoholics, with a big belly, a full face, and a rich man who is all oily. He doesn't want such beautiful flowers as his wife and concubine, but he wants to go to the tavern to pick wild flowers. There is also a well-earned son-in-law, young, fine-quality silk and satin on his body, and a ring on his waist, which is not about carrying the old father and mother with eyesight to find a little wine lady to grind his ears and temples.
Jiaoer’s transformation into a human form is nothing but an eleven or twelve-year-old girl, but after watching this scene a lot, she feels that the love between men and women sung by the human world is not something she can look down on in her heart. Separation, or harmony between the mountains and the heavens and the earth, dare to be with Junjue, it is really too vain. If it is as written in those books and people think, how can the business of the tavern go out
She thought that Sister Gu Ji had the same idea as her, because Gu Ji had experienced so many things and understood much better than she was a little fox who came to the human world not long ago. But who knows, Sister Gu Ji was like a different person when she came to Liu Qingyun's affairs. She worked so hard to do so many things, pretending to seduce the magistrate, and even killed so many people, even though those people were also The sin is deserved. Such a ruthless method can only be done by a strong woman, but Jiao'er knows very well that in the middle of the night, there is always a lamp in Gu Ji's room.
It was dark outside, and people couldn’t help trembling when the wind poured in from the window. The flame on the oil lamp was swaying, almost extinguishing, and the figure of the woman sitting in the room was also swaying. As if to be crushed.
"Sister Gu Ji, don't you still have a rest?"
Jiao'er walked around the small table in front of the window, and the cold wind just came in. She closed the window when she turned her head and looked at the thinly-dressed woman, her eyes filled with distress.
Gu Ji didn't answer, but her eyes were down, thinking about things quietly.
Jiao'er walked to the oil lamp and picked up the scissors to put out the flame.
"Don't cut it yet, Jiao'er, go get my cloak out."
Gu Ji stopped and said in a low voice, the sadness in her eyes when her eyes turned to Jiao'er could not be recovered in the future.
"I can't sleep, sit here for a while."
After that, his eyes were fixed on the beating candlelight, and he was quiet again.
The little fox took the cloak and put it on Bone Ji, and sighed quietly.
"Jiao'er, why is a little girl sighing, she will get old."
Gu Ji said with a smile, but when Jiao'er heard it, there was no joy in her tone.
"Sister Gu Ji remembered the sad things in the past again."
Jiaoer said, Gu Ji is like this from time to time.
"Jiaoer just can't understand, how can these relationships between men and women be so troublesome and incomprehensible? Make my sister cry every day, if I meet someone I like... No, no, I don't want to like someone!"
"Jiaoer is still a little girl, and she runs in the mountains every day. How can she understand the relationship between men and women?"
Bone Ji Road.
"I'm not a little girl anymore. Speaking of age, Jiao'er is hundreds of years older than Gu Ji's sister!"
The little fox defended, his tone was anxious, and his face slowly turned red.
When Gu Ji heard this, she got up from the chair, surrounded her shawl, and put her scallion-like index finger on the little girl's forehead.
"You-"
The ending sound is long and gentle, like moonlight flowing down in the night, very warm and comfortable.
"You have met so many men now? Just say you won't have anyone you like, so don't say it too early, little girl."
"Sister Gu Ji, men are all the same. Look at the drinkers in the tavern who invite wine ladies to accompany you, whether they are the elder brothers of the big family or the noble officials, they are all the same. I just look upset.
Jiao'er frowned and spoke, and Gu Ji rubbed the word Sichuan between the little girl's eyebrows.
"I should really shut you up and keep you from walking around in the tavern."
Gu Ji pulled Jiao'er and let her sit down.
"It's just that Qingyun is different, he is different from everyone else."
Tears flickered in the woman's eyes, and while she was talking, she showed shy love. In her mind, she seemed to have the figure of her former lover.
"Sister Gu Ji, how does it feel to like someone? What kind of person is a consensual predestined person? Do you want to be the same as Young Master Qingyun?"
The little fox was very puzzled at this moment
"It won't be the same. My sister is not sure. When your Hongluan heart beats, all questions will be answered..."
Gu Ji didn't tell Jiao'er the answer, but rubbed her head with a very light smile.
At that time, Jiao Er, Monk Zhang Er, couldn't figure it out, but now—
When the cool wind that night turned into the cave where I was trapped now.
The thin wall made of rough stones, and the cry of the snow coming out of the gap, began to fill her heart bit by bit.
She knew that Jiao'er, a foolish little fox, was moved by Hong Luan.
I like the smelly octopus that always confronts her, like a friend, but will take care of her and be considerate of her.
How much she hated Wei Heng at the beginning, but now she feels distressed when she sees the young man who was bruised and bruised in order to protect her.
She now likes Wei Heng very much.
"Aheng..."
Jiao'er shrank into the boy's arms again, and when she heard the heart beating more and more slowly, tears flowed down her eyes.
"Aheng... You can't die, I haven't told you yet..."
"You, tell me, what..."
Wei Heng was almost babbling now. He heard a soft voice in his arms before he struggled to speak.
"You have to survive first, and you are not allowed to sleep, otherwise, you don't want to know, smelly octopus!"
"it is good."
Jiao'er was buried in the boy's arms and sucked the sour nose.
"Little Fox."
"Ok?"
"Do you know why I came to the human world?"
Wei Heng whispered.
"You said before that you want to go out of the box to fight for justice, rob the rich and help the poor, just like what is written in the script."
Jiaoer remembers that Wei Heng said these things to him, and she laughed at him for a long time.
"More than that. What I want to know is whether the love and hatred of the men and women praised in the play are really so emotional, and ah, what is it like to like someone. Is it sweet or salty? Do you know? Do you know?"
Jiao'er thought, she should know.
How does it feel to like someone.
"I was jealous of Yin Li and curling before, and thought I liked curling, and for this reason I had a tantrum with her, but when I met you later, I realized that it's not the same thing at all. I sometimes think that this fox It's really annoying, I can't wait to strangle you, but sometimes I think you are cute and I want to protect you. I think this should be liked, like a fool..."
Wei Heng said slowly and slowly, the hand around Jiao'er's waist was weakened and loosened.
Jiao'er, who was listening well, came back to her senses, and her heart suddenly hung up.
"Aheng! Aheng!"
Jiao'er yelled several times, but the boy did not respond to her.
You must not die!
The little fox's heart was in a mess.
No way! She wants to save Weiheng!
How could this bastard die before her!
Jiaoer made up his mind and bit her tongue until a bit of sweetness came out of her mouth. The woman suddenly turned into that soft and white little fox again. She swept her tail, relying on her feelings, and struggling to climb up Wei Heng. The position of his shoulder and nose sniffing the wound stopped there.
The inside of the cave was too dark, the light was so dim that only Wei Heng’s figure was visible, and the young man’s injured shoulder was lying on a white ball. The little fox stretched out his pink tongue and licked it. Those wounds that were still bleeding began to slowly stop the bleeding and form scabs.
The blood on the tip of the fox's tongue is second only to the blood in the heart, and it has the miraculous effect of healing wounds regardless of the tribe in the Three Realms.
It's just that the blood on the tip of the tongue is limited, just like the blood on the heart. You can only give a little bit. The more you give, the fox will be dangerous.
The slightest is the loss of repair, the more important-
It's just dead.