Repayment of the little fox

Sikong looked at the two big poplar trees not far apart in the yard.Although it is shaded and shaded, it does take up some space.If fruit trees are to be planted, these two trees need to be cut down, and Sikong has no time to deal with them for the time being.

"Sikong! Are you eating chicken behind my back!" Hu Zhi put down the cherries and saw the ashes left behind by the campfire.He is familiar with this, he just did it a few days ago.

The fox jumped up: "Good job, Sikong! I thought you were honest, but you actually eat alone behind my back. What about the cherries, spit them out for me! You don't even want to eat any of the remaining ones!"

Sikong had a smile in his eyes: "We don't wait for people after dinner."

"Hmph, who cares. I had dinner at Aunt Liu's house! Aunt Liu made pork knuckles, which are so fragrant and tender, it will kill you!" Hu Zhi said.

The smile faded away, and Sikong's eyes gradually turned cold.He was silent for a moment, and said, "I should go to the fields to watch the night."

There are many stars tonight, but the night is dark because there is no moon.

Sikong lit a red candle, carried the lantern, and went out.The red candle is the wedding day, and it came from Si Quan's family.In the final analysis, he and Hu Zhi are not real husband and wife, but more like two poor people who have nowhere to go to report to the group to keep warm.

Usually, if Sikong said to go out to watch the night, Hu Zhi would follow him with a stern face.

Sikong was in a hurry just now, and Hu Zhi didn't intend to chase him.

Hu Zhi scratched his head, very puzzled: I was not angry when he ate alone, but he got angry first.

Something is wrong!Hu Zhi kicked a few more times sullenly, and a black ball of mud rolled out from the ashes.Hu Zhi wrinkled his nose and smelled the aroma of roast chicken.

Eyes shine!Beggar chicken.

He peeled off the broken lotus leaves, smashed the ugly cracked mud shell, and the crispy yellow and fat chicken appeared in front of him.Hu Zhi licked his lips, and just about to start eating, he remembered the "washing hands" that Sikong chanted every day, held back his craving, and washed his hands resentfully.As if thinking of something again, he lifted the lid of the pot, and there was milky white fish soup boiling in the pot, with three bowls of rice warmed on it.

"Two bowls of Hu Zhi, one bowl of Sikong."

After Hu Zhi babbled, he suddenly realized that Sikong had been waiting for him to eat.

The little fox was awkward, thinking to himself, who told him not to say it earlier, causing him to misunderstand, and if he misunderstood, he didn't explain it, just turned his face away and left.Ha, I'll eat it up right now, I won't leave any of it for him, it'll make him mad.

Angrily, Hu Zhi ate the chicken whole, and then drank a pot of fish soup.He had already had dinner at Aunt Liu's house, but now he couldn't even stand up, so he simply became his original body.

The fluffy red fox lay sprawled on the ground, its two front paws patted its round belly rhythmically, belching non-stop.The fox glanced at the three bowls of rice, rolled in pain, couldn't see it, couldn't eat it, really couldn't eat it anymore.

Hu Zhi happily rolled around in the yard a few times.Recalling that Uncle Xi loves cherries most, he raised the wooden basin with cherries with his two front paws, fixed it on his round head with magic, and sent it to Uncle Xi at Yueqiao Mountain.

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The water in the rice field gradually disappeared, reaching the ankles, and the rice tillers grew two slender leaves.Almost no one was watching the night in the fields anymore, and Sikong had planned not to come tonight, but for a moment he really didn't want to see Hu Zhi, and he got angry.

It takes less than half an hour to walk back and forth for one mu of land.Sikong looked at the sky boredly.Midsummer is approaching, the night sky is full of stars, the Milky Way is like a light, and the stars inside are particularly bright.

Sikong raised an idea for no reason, the stars of the Milky Way should not be so far away from him, they should linger around him, surround him, dance around him playfully, just like... just like fireflies, they are alive.

Just thinking of this, a firefly suddenly jumped out in front of him, and then two, three, four... until the wilderness became a world of fireflies.The silent world suddenly came to life, and everything became alive and beautiful.

Hu Zhi came out from nowhere, stood in front of Sikong, and waved his hands: "Do you like fireflies? I caught them."

Sikong laughed lightly.

Hu Zhi puffed his face and said angrily, "Are you doubting me? You are doubting my Uncle Hu's strength."

Before Sikong could react, Hu Zhi greeted Sikong's face with the wind in his palm, so scared that he quickly closed his eyes.

"Idiot, open your eyes." Hu Zhi laughed angrily.Is he one of those unreasonable foxes?As the chief steward of Yueqiao Mountain, he is the most reasonable.

Sikong opened his eyes, Hu Zhi let go of his clenched hand, and two fireflies flew out of Hu Zhi's palm, flashing the light of life before his eyes.

The guy who made him feel resigned to his fate, but also heartless.A pair of clear and dust-free eyes, filled with a wanton smile, looked at him and said, "Give it to you."

Behind the two of them, the stars of the Milky Way kept twinkling, and countless meteors streaked across the night sky.The stars tremble and exalt: their Lord is in love.

Alone for hundreds of millions of years, the natural god born from the stars - Sikong Xingjun finally moved.All the stars felt the mood of the Star Lord.Joyful, shy, secret love.

Hu Zhi: "Okay, don't be angry now. Let's go home."

"Yeah." Sikong nodded, following everyone else's steps.

I can't explain the unclear feelings, and I can't calm down after spending all the way.The moment he saw the mess in the courtyard, Sikong returned to an unprecedented calm.

He rested his forehead and sighed, his eyes slightly closed: "Hu Zhizhi! How did you do it?"'

The gnawed chicken skeletons were thrown everywhere, and even the vegetable seedlings on the side of the yard had a chicken butt hanging on them.The small bonfire ashes somehow grew legs, which stained most of the yard, even on the poplar trees and the small stone table for eating.Broken egg shells flew all over the stove, sticky egg whites and yolks, and unknown burnt black objects stuck to the stove rim and the pot lid.

"Ah... this." Hu Zhi rubbed his nose.

Living together for so long, Hu Zhi accurately grasped Sikong's minefield.This person is the reincarnation of the rag spirit, and he can't see anything unclean.

Chicken skeletons...Because he was angry at the time, Hu Zhi deliberately threw them everywhere in order to make Sikong angry.The ash all over the yard was actually an accident.Hu Zhi ate too much and turned into a fox, his fur was stained with dust, and he rolled everywhere.As for the eggshells...

Hu Zhi excitedly grabbed Sikong's arm, and pushed towards the pot and stove.He opened the lid of the pot as if offering a treasure: "Look! Me! Uncle Hu! I made egg fried rice for you!"

Sikong pressed his aching temple, feeling mixed emotions.

With the weak candlelight, he can even see frangipani, let's call it frangipani, after all, he can still faintly see traces of yellow in the black... He can even see the full grains of salt on the frangipani.

"I originally wanted to practice again... But there are no eggs, and there is not much rice left... This is already the best result. My uncle Hu has lived for three...three three...well...18 years, the first time I gave Someone else cooks."

Hu Zhi paused for a moment. Before, he roasted chicken for monsters. It was indeed his first time to cook for others, so it was not a lie!Besides, what happened to the fox deceiving people?How can a fox not lie!

Sikong took a deep breath: "Aunt Liu sent a basket of eggs, there are 32 of them! Besides, nine out of three, what kind of eighteen?"

Hu Zhi curled his lips quietly, tugged on Sikong's sleeve, and said coquettishly, "Husband, let's have a taste."

His heartstrings trembled, and Sikong's thin lips were drawn into a line.

He put all the fried rice with eggs into a bowl, luckily there was only half a bowl.He took a spoonful, closed his eyes and stuffed it into his mouth.The burnt smell left only a mouthful of salt.

Hu Zhi: "Is it delicious?"

Sikong swallowed it whole, and Hu Zhi was so full of anticipation that he couldn't say a word, or in other words, he was too salty to speak now.

Sikong had no choice but to continue nodding, with an encouraging smile on his lips.

"That's great. I didn't expect it to be so successful the first time I made it. You have to eat it all." Hu Zhi rolled his sweet dimples.

Like a gust of wind sweeping fallen leaves, Sikong swallowed all the fried rice with eggs at an unprecedented speed, not a single grain of rice was left.When he was in a hurry to drink water, Hu Zhi thoughtfully handed him a bowl of water.

Hu Zhi looked at Sikong's slightly embarrassed movements with his usual expression.When he was cooking fried rice with eggs, he tasted it and was so idle that he vomited immediately.The reason why I want Sikong to eat it is just to tease him.Unexpectedly, he ate them all.

Like the air before the midsummer rainstorm, the breath is faintly stuffy and irritable.

Hu Zhi said, "Akong, I'm sorry."

Sikong was slightly taken aback, thinking that Hu Zhi was guilty of messing up the yard.He said: "No problem, it will be cleaned up soon."

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The changes in the stars have attracted the attention of the heavens.

"I heard that Sikong Xingjun went down to the mortal world to experience calamity. What kind of calamity is this? Such a big commotion!" Xiao Xian'e discussed in a low voice.

"Could it be love robbery?" Another fairy replied, covering her face with a smile.

"If Xingjun experiences a calamity of love, it will really be passed on as a miracle."

Sikong Xingjun is a natural god, born from hundreds of millions of stars.Many natural gods have fallen, and only Xingjun Sikong is left among the Xingjuns. The other Xingjuns are all replaced by immortal bodies.Sikong Xingjun should be highly respected, but he is withdrawn and lives in seclusion in the Milky Way all the year round. On the contrary, the Xingjun who replaced him has been promoted to him one by one. For tens of thousands of years, Sikong Xingjun is just an ordinary Xingjun who is in charge of everything in the world.

"Cough cough cough..." There was a male voice.

"Ah... Si Ming Xingjun." The immortals saluted one after another, panicking for a while.

Si Ming Xingjun is Sikong Xingjun's immediate boss, and he is notoriously protective of his weaknesses.

Si Ming said: "Don't forget to discuss Xingjun."

Seeing that Si Ming Xingjun was not angry, Xian'e boldly asked: "Is what Sikong Xing Jun Du is love?"

"It would be better if it were love robbery..." Si Ming murmured softly, which made all the immortals bewildered.

Si Ming knew that the matter was of great importance, so he scolded: "Hurry up and disperse!"

The Heavenly Emperor priest suddenly appeared.

"Shenjun... the stars have changed, I don't know what happened to Sikong Xingjun's progress in the lower realm?"

Commander is in charge of the fate of ordinary people.Now, the things that Sikong Xingjun, who has become a human being in the lower realm, will automatically appear in the fate book.As for things that did not happen, the fate book will not record them.This is the tolerance of the law of heaven to the natural god.

Si Ming opened the fate book and checked it: "The fate book shows that everything is running according to the established track."

After sending the priest away, Si Ming opened the fate book again.In fact, Sikong's life book records that when he met the white tiger and was about to die, he stopped suddenly, and no more words emerged.

One day in the sky, one year on earth.For Tianjie, this matter is less than half a cup of tea.He pretended not to notice, hoping to bring about a turning point in Sikong's fate.This is also the only thing he can do for Sikong.