you are made of sugar gl

Hidden from the forest, clear springs and flowing streams.

For several days, Jingwei continued to pick up chickens, but the chickens returned to their previous size.From chicken to pheasant again.

However, the amount has increased a little, sometimes there will be two.

After listening to Nulu's words, Jingwei kept an eye out and asked the folks within a few miles, and after they all said that no chicken was lost, he continued to eat chicken with peace of mind.After eating, pour the chicken bones at the door, and the chicken bones will disappear automatically the next day.

A few days later, after Jingwei was a little tired of eating chicken, he suddenly found that the chicken after that had some other flavors, which seemed to be somewhat similar to the chicken he had tasted in Wushan before.

Jingwei is a person who goes to bed early and sleeps regularly.Although she was a little curious about the origin of the chicken and where the bones of the chicken went, when she got there, she could see it even if she was standing with her eyes open.

So I still don't know who it is.

Eating chicken all day and lacking in exercise, Jingwei became increasingly obese.

Yesterday, I ate an unsurpassed fat chicken. Jingwei spent a whole day and a night without digesting it.Then he wanted to play with his friends, and when he thought about it, he realized that Nulu hadn't come to play with her for many days.And Nuwa didn't come to play with her, it seemed to be longer.

Jingwei went out to find Nuwa.

On the way, we have to pass near the Wushan tribe.

Jingwei heard that among the twelve peaks of Wushan Mountain, one of them was a crater, and crimson magma rolled in the crater.

Just when I walked near the crater.It smelled a lot like a burnt chicken that was overcooked.There was a whimpering and cropping sound from the grass, and Jingwei heard a soft whimper.

Like something alive.

Jingwei went, pushed aside the grass, and saw a little fox that had been burned like a cooked worm.Most of the hair has been baked off, only a little variegated fur remains where the neck gathers.There was not much flesh on his body, and the fox, which was hairless and bald at the moment, looked extraordinarily thin.

The little fox raised his face, stuck out his tongue, and licked a piece of burnt meat on his front leg.

This allowed Jingwei to see its entire face, which was more serious than its body. It was all burnt, and even its bones could be seen.

Jingwei couldn't bear it: "You..."

The little fox looked up and saw Jingwei, and almost instantly, he raised his front foot and blocked his head.There was a soft whine in his throat.

"So, these days, you brought those chickens..." Jingwei finally figured out the joint, "It also tastes like Wushan's special chicken, isn't it my illusion? You really caught Wushan's chicken and gave it to me ..."

Beside the little fox, there are many strange stones.There are thin and thick, but they all have a common feature, that is, one side is stone, and the other side is covered with fur, even skin and flesh.

"Let's think about it... You are like this, you were splashed by magma... And then you tore it off yourself..."

The little fox buried his head lower and lower.

Then I heard Jingwei sigh: "Why are you always so embarrassed every time I see you..."

It didn't want her to see himself in such a mess either.

But it is such a fox.

waste.

Useless.

No good.

He couldn't even let Mr. Jingwei eat a delicious chicken.

Suddenly I heard the sound of undressing, taking off and putting on again, very lightly.

Then, Jingwei picked her up and wrapped her in soft leather with a girly fragrance.

The little fox let out a "woo".

"Don't move around... Be careful..." Jing heard Jingwei say, "It must be very painful to tear it off piece by piece... But even if this is the case, you are still alive, so little fox, you won't be so easy to die..."

It's not afraid of death, it's just afraid that it will die uncleanly and stain her clothes.

Jingwei took it and ran back in small steps.Seeing that the little fox gradually became a little lazy to move.

"It will be here soon. My father's medical skills are very powerful, the kind of flesh and bones of the living dead, even if you are burned to the point of leaving a fox fur, he can save you... So if you want to live , you can’t give up on your own first…”

The little fox let out a "woo".

Even if it managed to survive, it could only become a burdensome fox. Compared to it, it would be better if it died.

Jingwei rushed into the thatched hut where his parents lived.

There were two old couples, holding hands and discussing their daughter's marriage.Suddenly, Jingwei appeared with a small red meat ball in his hand.

"What, little Jingwei. Haven't seen you for a few days, and you have children outside?" When Jingwei approached, Tingzhi looked down on the half-cooked little animal and was slightly disappointed, "Oh, this is not an extra meal. ? That's good, I finally know how to honor my mother..."

In this era, there are monsters, and even some monsters, such as the red fox of the Wushan tribe, have become a very powerful force, and mortals have to negotiate territory with them.But more animals are still immature. For those animals that have not developed intelligence, human beings will not feel guilty even if they eat them.

Born as an animal, although there is no choice; but if you don't work hard, you can only willingly bear the fate of being eaten.

This is what many people think.

Jingwei said: "This fox is not edible. It is a very hard-working and strong fox——Father, see if you can save it..."

Listen to Xu mutter a few times: "But the skin has been peeled off..."

"Okay." This was not the first time Zhu Xiang saw her daughter like this, she hurriedly pushed his wife out, and then took out the medicine box.

Jingwei put the fox on the table.

"Go back and put on your inner coat first. Dad is fine, but if your body is seen by other men, wouldn't it be ruining his reputation?" Zhu Xiang showed displeasure when she saw the fur wrapped in a fox , and then tied up the fox.

The little fox moved a few times, opened his eyes, saw Jingwei was there, and then stopped struggling.

"It doesn't matter..." Jingwei wiped his nose, feeling a little embarrassed, "I'm not going out now, I'll go back and put it on after seeing daddy take care of it..."

Zhu Xiang first applied medicine to the fox to stop the blood and white water left on the wound.Then he took out the knife and cut off the burnt meat piece by piece.The knife is raised, the meat is dropped, and the medicine is applied, all in one go.

The vixen just gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

"It's a stubborn fox." Jingwei couldn't help avoiding his eyes, "I just look at it, and it hurts..."

"It's not life-threatening anymore... But it's still not going to work." Zhu Xiang opened Jing's mouth and looked at the fox's teeth. ...what color was this little fox originally?"

Jingwei blurted out: "Miscellaneous hair."

Almost at the same time, the little fox struggled and said, "It's red! I'm red!"

Jingwei thought this fox couldn't speak, so she frowned and said, "But you're obviously a moron!"

"It's red, so I am red!" The little fox thought that he would lose his skin, but after knowing that Zhu Xiang could regrow his fur for her, he raised hope and didn't want to give up.

The little fox, who hadn't cried for a long time, cried for the first time, "If you can't make me red, then don't save me, let me die!"

Zhu Xiang looked at Jingwei, then at the fox, threw the medicine bag on the table, and said angrily: "Little Jingwei, you are picking up things randomly. This time, you actually saved such a vain and risky little girl." Things. Medicine is for saving people, not for foxes to look good! If it thinks looking good is more important than being alive, who cares if it lives or dies!"

After speaking, he left.

Jingwei frowned, unable to figure out why such a stubborn and brave little fox in his impression suddenly became so headstrong.

Thinking of the last time I saw the little fox in Wushan, I knew that it was always bullied by the red fox because of its blood.

Leaning down slightly, he untied the little fox, looked at the small ball that quickly formed, and said in a low voice, "Maybe I don't quite understand what you're suffering. Even if other foxes don't accept you as you are now, you You should also accept yourself as you are, otherwise, wouldn't it prove that other foxes are right..."

The fox doesn't move.

"The more they say that you are not good-looking, the more you have to hold your neck high..."

The fox remained motionless.

"You work hard and beat them one by one in the future. Why do you want to become like them?"

Then the fox said in a low voice: "I want to be promising..."

Jingwei raised his eyebrows: "How can there be a promising method?"

"Master Jingwei." Jing opened his eyes wide and said firmly, "I want to..."

Jingwei asked, "What do you want to do?"

"The scarf of miscellaneous hair is not good-looking... I want to make a good-looking scarf..." Jing looked down at Jingwei's clothes, was stained by it, and wanted to pay for it, her eyes were full of tears but she was determined, "I want to grow a good fur , and then gave myself to Lord Jingwei..."

"Are you afraid that your brain is broken?" Jingwei was stunned for a while, but looking at the little fox's appearance, it seemed that he was indeed a fox with only a little bit of promise.

So she went out and begged her father to change the color of her future scarf.

After a month passed, the mixed-haired little fox finally turned into a sleek red-haired fox. Jingwei let him eat, drink and sleep well all day long, so he finally gained a little flesh.

As the weather was getting colder, Jingwei felt more and more that it would be nice to have such a fox fur scarf, but when he thought about it carefully, it was a living fox, not a dead fox.It's a pity to just hang it around her neck and spend it day by day.

Jingwei asked: "Who made you in the first place?"

Jing then said: "This one, that one..." It was the group of red foxes that Jingwei saw last time.

Originally, Jing had already escaped, but in order to steal a chicken for Jingwei, she went back to Wushan to lie down again.got caught.Those foxes are practicing the art of lighting fire.Take the net as a test object.

After Jing and Jingwei finished talking, they lazily sat down again.

The more Jingwei got to know this fox, the more he felt that this little fox's future might only be so small.Touched the slippery fox fur: "Xiaojing, look, you have become a red-haired fox. The appearance has changed, but have you really changed? You are not what you used to be. But, like this It can't be..."

The scarf moved around Jingwei's neck, and Jing said calmly, "It's fine now."

"Is it the end of the matter that you were bullied to the point of dying?" Jing Wei walked out the door with a heavy hand on his neck.

Fox asked: "Lord Jingwei, what are you going to do?"

Jingwei said: "Do something promising."

Fox doesn't understand.

Jingwei took it to Wushan, ripped it off its neck, put it on the ground, then pointed to the red foxes who had no idea that the danger was coming, and said to Jing: "Don't bully you, you have to bully you back... A fox wants to slap your face, but if you don’t, you won’t have a memory.”

The fox had its tail between its legs, wondering if it should stay where it was.But those red foxes all approached it, and the memories of being bullied since childhood flooded out all of a sudden, Jing was so frightened that he ran towards Jingwei.

"Why are you running?" Jingwei took a few steps back instead, "It's not that there are thresholds for being my Jingwei's fox, and a weak fox like you can't do it at all."

"I'm afraid, I'm useless..." The fox looked at Jingwei, then at the red fox, tears welled up in his eyes, "I'm so scared, Mr. Jingwei..."

"In this turbulent world, I can protect you for a while, but I can't protect you forever. Well, anyway, you are just a useless fox now, and you are just a useless fox when you die. A dead fox." Jingwei said, "You can be proud when you win, and you can be my scarf if you lose, so what do you have to run about, and what do you have to be afraid of!"

Jing stopped the momentum and slowly lowered the raised front leg.

Jingwei said: "But Xiaojing, I believe that your future prospects will not be just a scarf."

Jing turned around and raised his fangs.The red hair stood on end, and the eyes became red. A small fox, like a burning arrow, pierced into the group of red foxes.