I Was Reborn As a Pigeon, but It Was Shen He's Senior Brother?

After all this, it was almost dark.

This is a small alley, and the lanterns are lit up one after another, in twos and threes, and fireflies flutter in the pale yellow candlelight, reflecting the various sign shops: bun shop, pancake and fruit shop, noodle shop... Fu Sheng leaned against the tree trunk, feeling a little hungry.

This is the time, there must be no children in the square to feed the pigeons, so let's make a whole bowl of noodles.

Liyue's noodles are different from other restaurants.It is always boiled in vain, and when the meat is fragrant, a few handfuls of green vegetables are added.

The light green vegetable leaves float and sink in the milky white broth, revealing a fresh taste, a few prickly ash, or not at all, just sprinkle some chopped green onion, it is enough to enhance the taste;

When making the noodles, pay attention to the speed. The big spoon takes a spoon full of noodles, dips the noodles, then removes them inadvertently, and pours them into a bowl.

This is a flavor.

Fu Sheng played a trick on himself, and the shop owner treated the pigeon as an ordinary tourist, and continued to cook noodles for soup, and served a bowl of steaming green onion high soup noodles in front of the pigeon.

Suction - Suction.

With the noodles in his beak, Floating Life happily sucked the whole one: comfortable.

What a pleasant day.

The years are quiet.

He narrowed his eyes comfortably.

The sound of a gavel.

"I said it last time, it is said that the god of wind is showing off his fierceness and power, subduing the devil with a spear to break the prestige, killing it is called wind and water, and the bones are frightened..."

The owner of this noodle shop is also capable, and he even hired a storyteller like the owner of this tea shop. This is also a stage?

It is really a mixed multi-dimensional industry.

Sure enough, there is a strategic cutting-edge thinking. If you want to go to the previous life, when those young people eat ramen, they have to pick a video from the app to eat.

Watching short videos while eating noodles is such a beautiful thing.

However, why hasn't Fu Sheng heard of the content of this play?

Weird, weird.

Fu Sheng didn't care about these, and continued to suck his noodles happily, listening with relish, and it was time for dinner.

Of course, the gentlemen of this kind of folk wild house are not called gentlemen, and they have no real skills, and they are incomparable with those from the high-end tea gardens.

The stories are also anecdotes and random fabrications made by the people, after all, they are for the workers, and there is nothing elegant about them.

What kind of poor scholar was rewarded for letting the fox go, what kind of Baosheng worker who stole the clothes of the gods was posted upside down...

Why does the fairy fox in the book like poor people?Because people who listen to books are poor.

It's just yy, nothing to make a fuss about.

"The Great Sage Conquering Demons was defeated by Barbatos' insidious and cunning, missed a flaw, and was stabbed in the eye of the butt with a single shot. The blood spattered on the spot, and when he was about to die, he covered his heart with his hands and sighed: 'Sadly, I gave my heart for Liyue' and died of eternal regret..."

puff.

Fu Sheng sprayed out a mouthful of old noodles.

Disrespect the immortal master!

Mandrill, when did you belch farts? Hey, and you don't ask me to offer my heart for Liyue, but my eyes for Liyue!

No matter how Fu Sheng slapped him, the storyteller continued to slap the gavel.

He is a gentleman with a goatee, and his goatee is shaking when he is speaking: "But he said that Barbatos, the wind god, is really cruel. After stabbing the devil's eye, he did a trick and walked out. , rushing all the way to the west wind, blowing to the top of the mountain between the clouds, looking for someone, stabbing, from Tianheng Mountain all the way to Dihuazhou, stabbing until the blood flowed into a river, and the name is not life, there is a poem to testify:—”

The storyteller patted the gavel and read a bit of doggerel: "Barbatos is too ruthless, he stabbed his gun in the eye, all the way to the end of the cloud, and from then on, the cloud is full of red clouds..."

"Snapped!"

Another gavel!

"Just when this monstrous and evil god is raging in the world, I only heard the sound of 'Hey, where are you, you monstrous, don't poke your butt! !"

Fu Sheng spat out another mouthful of noodle soup.

I goo, why do I still have my business!

"Speaking of that crow, he is really powerful, but he is six feet tall, he rises when he sees the wind, he has a leopard's head and eyes, a swallow's jaw and a tiger's beard, his voice is like thunder, and his momentum is like a galloping horse. An exquisite gold-plated revolving sword, weighing eighty-eight thousand catties, is hung with a bone-penetrating black iron sky lock, and its end is majestic and majestic."

Fusheng: ...wonderful.

It was so exciting that he even forgot to eat the noodles.

The story will continue.

"'Isn't it the famous Greedy Wolf Jiesha Little Demon Fairy'? Seeing that he was so angry all his life, the Fengshen lost his timidity in his heart."

The fairy storyteller spoke vividly and danced when he was excited:

"'That thief! It's your grandpa!' Xiao Moxian said angrily, holding a [-]-jin Linglong sword, 'Barbatos, take your life!'"

"The two of them fought together, and for a moment the sky was dark and the sun and the moon were dark. After dozens of rounds, there was no winner. This Barbatos wanted to find the key, but he never wanted to talk about the wolf robbery and the little devil fairy!" Be prepared, when the sword and gun enter, you can only hear the clang, but you can't get in for a moment, it turns out that the little devil's crotch is plated with gold, carved dragon tassels and an iron cloth shirt, and Barbatos can't hurt even a little bit."

"'Dog Thief', Barbatos was furious: "How can you wear gold and red iron underwear! ""

"'You know I'm greedy, don't you?' Greedy Wolf and Little Demon Immortal chased after the victory: 'Eat my greedy sword!'"

The storyteller slapped the gavel again: "This Barbatos can't stand it anymore, so he bowed down. The little demon fairy won't let anyone down, and the swords are like rain, stabbing them all down.

The beating made Barbatos shattered, and the prototype appeared. The prototype was invisible, black and yellow all over, and extremely smelly. It turned out to be a stinky fart, and later generations called it a "stinky fart". "

The bird feathers pasted by Fusheng were stretched off.

...Wonderful.

how exciting.

"Little Moxian wanted to end this stinky fart's life with a sword, and suddenly heard a voice from the sky: 'True Lord, leave a fart under the sword'!"

The storyteller raised his folding fan, and then patted the gavel, "Guys, after all, I don't know who this person is, why did he tell the magic fairy sword to leave a fart?" The goatee cupped his hands: "Let's listen to the next chapter [Magic Immortal] The truth shows the sword intent, and the idiot steals the rest of his life]. Mr. villain Goat, please remember your name, let’s chat next time.”

Then the immortal cupped his hands again, thanked the audience around him, and was about to go down.

There is a porcelain bowl in front of the stage, and it is a reward from the judges. This storyteller is a bit of a crooked way, and he is talking about the latest hot news. Attracted.

Seeing that the storyteller wanted to keep his mouth shut, they were all furious, and threw copper plates and Mo La into the porcelain bowl: "One more time!"

"Shut up!"

Amidst the noise after another, only Fu Sheng on the table over there remained silent.

He...he always had a strange feeling.

Like, inexplicably, fighting without the cold?

It seems that there is something he doesn't know... There is always this feeling when there is a big trouble.

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At this time, suddenly there was a cold, pleasant female voice from behind: "Little Pigeon?"

Chapter 22 Sweet Rain

Fusheng has a junior sister.

Her name is Shen He.

Fusheng has a master.

Her name is Liuyun Borrowing Wind.

Fusheng also has a guy who can be called a senior sister...

Her name is Gan Yu.

The hybrid of the fairy beast "Kirin" and human beings, she left the mountain thousands of years ago, entered the world, and became the general secretary of Yuehai Pavilion. No matter how the seven stars of Liyue change, Gan Yu always watches over the starry sky of Liyue .

Quiet and gentle, skilled and firm, and a workaholic...

Most importantly, she...

Fu Sheng turned around tremblingly, raised his little dove's head, and looked up at the fairy-beast hybrid.

Miss Gan Yu's light blue long hair was draped softly behind her head, revealing a small unicorn horn, her eyes were light purple, and the shadow of Fusheng was reflected in them.

She has the blood of the fairy family on her body, and she has a fairy spirit in her gestures. The pure white dress reveals a delicate and white collarbone, a red rope is tied around her waist, her thighs are round, her calves are slender, and her toes touch the ground gently.

His slender, slender fingers gently pressed Fusheng's pigeon head, slowly stroking the snow-white fluff on it.

"Little Pigeon."

This is Gan Yu's habit of calling Fu Sheng, and it has been called this way for thousands of years.

"Do you know what trouble you got into?"

Fu Sheng blinked his watery bird eyes.

"Cuckoo?"

"Now the outside world is rumoring that you are going to attack Mond."

"Goo?"

Floating life jumped up from the impact of the flying pot, gurgling: "Cuckoo!"

(Who is going to frame me today! Secretary Yangyang, are you going to frame me?)

Baa Yangyang, Fusheng also likes to call her Gan Yu, and sometimes calls her 'Coconut Sheep'

"I don't know who it is."

Gan Yu shook her head lightly, she is the only three people in the world who understand the language of floating birds, and the other two are Liu Yun and Shen He.

"But if you insist on framing..."

She licked her lips submissively, pondered for a while, and then said in a somewhat muffled voice: "Maybe everyone in Liyue is trying to frame you...Little Ge."

Fusheng was originally a naturally intelligent pigeon...although it was not obvious in normal times...with Gan Yu's words, most of his heart became clear.

"Cuckoo!" (spreading rumors about me again)

Fu Sheng beat his chest and stamped his feet.

Gan Yu sighed softly.