The juniors are all bosses, so I can only hang up

When the leaf fell, Tutu naturally saw it, but the annoying senior brother just didn't let him see it, what the hell is it!

Big brother is too bad!

Tutu's little face bulged with a bun, and he bit Ouyang's arm, but he was afraid of hurting senior brother, so he just bit it lightly.

But since the big brother won't allow it to be seen, there must be a reason why the big brother doesn't want to see it.

The little fox who was held in Ouyang's arms again was overwhelmed with joy, whoever loves to watch, anyway, I don't have time for Tutu!

On the huge scroll, blue sky and white clouds, green grass and mountains are depicted.

It looks like it is near Qingqiu Mountain, which was also called Tushan at that time.

Tu Yun, dressed in plain clothes, led Hu Yun, who was a child, walking slowly on the grass.

The breeze blew across the grass, blowing waves like ripples. The two walked very slowly. Hu Yun was very happy and smiled heartlessly, while Tu Yun had a serious face, as if he had something on his mind.

When we reached the end of the grass, a Taoist priest in a gray robe was standing there quietly. Behind the Taoist priest was the endless desert!

The barren desert stayed at the feet of the Taoist priest, forming a sharp contrast with the green grassland in front of him.

Ouyang looked at the scene on the scroll and understood it in his heart at this moment.

Probably what is depicted on this scroll is the day when Hu Yun was taken away by the master who had the same power as himself.

From that day on, Hu Yun left Tushan and Xinshou Village after crossing, and set off for the world to start his magnificent life.

Squinting his eyes slightly, Ouyang wanted to see more clearly, but when the master appeared, it was blurry.

It seems to be integrated into the desert, and it seems to be the desert itself.

People can't see his appearance clearly, and the gray robe makes this master look mysterious and abnormal.

Tu Yun walked to the end of the grass, and stood and looked at the master. The two did not speak, as if they had reached a certain consensus long ago.

Tu Yun looked at Hu Yun who was still carelessly playing with the toad he picked up from somewhere, squatted down slightly, and whispered something to Hu Yun with reluctance in his eyes.

Hu Yun, on the other hand, dragged his nose, nodded stupidly, and glanced at the Taoist priest standing there in a daze.

Tu Yun wiped Hu Yun's snot carefully, like a mother, and tirelessly instructed Hu Yun. The more he spoke, the more he choked up, and finally he pulled Hu Yun over, hugged Hu Yun and sobbed softly.

No matter how dumb Hu Yun was, he knew that the grandmother in front of him was unhappy, so Hu Yun could only stretch out his little hand, and patted Tu Yun's back carefully, comforting his grandmother softly.

Tu Yun also seemed to feel that he was acting too weak, let go of Hu Yun, looked at the gray-robed Taoist priest, wanted to threaten, but closed his mouth powerlessly.

After taking a deep look at Hu Yun, he turned and left cruelly.

He walked very cruelly without turning his head, and Tu Yun's figure gradually disappeared into the distant mountains.

Hu Yun's hand was also held by that ancestor, and Hu Yun stared blankly at the direction Tu Yun left. From near to far, the figures of Hu Yun and that ancestor became smaller and smaller.

The desert behind that ancestor began to billow sand and dust, and began to swallow the blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green waters above the painting scroll.

And the yellow sand all over the sky is more like trying to pull two people, one big and one small, into the endless yellow sand.

The moment Hu Yun disappeared in a daze, as if he suddenly knew that he was going to cry, he threw away the toad in his hand and stretched out his hand in the direction where Tu Yun disappeared, crying loudly: "Mom!"

The sound seemed to reach Ouyang's ears after thousands of years. Ouyang straightened up slightly, staring at the painting scroll that was about to be swallowed by the yellow sand all over the sky.

She closed her eyes slightly, then opened them abruptly, those cold, piercing pupils reappeared, and a huge amount of real energy gathered in them.

The huge amount of real energy made the green shirt agitate, and the robe flew up, and the yellow sand all over the sky seemed to fly out of the picture scroll.

The eyes blessed with true energy looked into the depths of the yellow sand, and the originally turbid yellow sand retreated under Ouyang's sight.

It was as if a curtain had been broken, and the silhouettes of the two people, one big and one small, could be seen in the rolling yellow sand.

The ancestor seemed to feel something, turned his head in surprise, and his originally blurred face became clear instantly.

When he saw the face of this master, Ouyang's cold eyes froze for a moment, and then he smiled in relief.

Withdrawing his gaze, Ouyang's eyes felt a little tingling, and two lines of tears involuntarily slid down from the corners of his eyes.

Tilting his head and rubbing against his clothes, he slightly relieved the pain in his eyes.

The originally huge scroll also began to dissipate slowly, turning into bits of light and disappearing between the heaven and the earth.

Only after the painting scroll completely disappeared, Ouyang put down his sleeves and took away the hand that was blocking Tutu's eyes.

When Ouyang looked down at Tutu, he realized that the little fox fell asleep sweetly at some point.

The sleeping little guy pulled his shirt tightly with both hands, for fear that he would run away.

Ouyang smiled and hugged Hututu, humming some ugly nursery rhymes involuntarily, coaxing the little fox gently.

When I was about to leave, I heard two more complaints from the next door!

"Have you lived in this place for a thousand years?" Tu Yun's unbelievable voice sounded.

"It's good to have a place to carry it, so don't pick and choose!" Qingqiu said angrily.

"I suddenly regretted giving up control of my body to that stupid fox!" Tu Yun lamented.

"Regret? I'm about to be stupid to death by that shaving fox!" Qingqiu's voice also sounded.

These two completely opposite personalities have an astonishing agreement on this matter.

The two of them would never have imagined that this useless third personality would seal her power just because of a hug.

Ouyang smiled and listened to the complaints of the two foxes, and took another look. He was holding the most iconic mascot of this small mountain in his arms.

The figures of the two also slowly dissipated in this pure white space.

...

Chang Suzhen looked at the bewildered handsome dachshund in front of her with a serious face, while the anxious young man couldn't hold back his hands, wanting to tear the innocent dachshund into pieces!

And the most conspicuous thing is his unusually dazzling golden hair.

"Master, it's been more than a month! Eldest brother and Tu Tu are still in Liang Zai's dog's belly, it's really not good, should I dismember this dog? Anyway, this dog is useless when it's on a small mountain!" The yellow-haired Xiao Feng spoke to Chang Suzhen anxiously.

The handsome boy who sat there with an innocent face, his ears pricked up, looked at the little yellow hair in front of him, grinning and prepared to give him a bite.

Why didn't it see it when it was on the small mountain, Xiao Feng, who has such a low sense of presence, is so decisive.

And Chang Suzhen, who also had the same serious face, suddenly calmed down, let out a long sigh of relief, and said, "I'm back!"

As soon as Chang Suzhen's words fell, Liangzi who was squatting there retched, and two streamers flew out of Liangzi's mouth.

Ouyang appeared in front of Chang Suzhen holding the little guy who had transformed into a human form, looked at Chang Suzhen with a smile on his face and said:

"Master, the matter is over...fuck, where did this yellow hair come from?"