Stunning monster, soft and cute

"Okay! Thank you, little fox, for killing relatives righteously." The man jumped quickly and chased after Mo Xi.

"Destroying relatives with righteousness?" Lingu didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, and only thought that person was thanking him.

Especially when he was doing business to save him, Linggu stretched out his two small front paws, picked up a handful of noodles, and walked towards the iron pot.

The two little fox paws can hold as much flour at a time, and the flour will leak like an hourglass in the middle of the slit from the two small paws that are not tightly aligned.

When it was thrown into the pot, it was so pitiful.

"These should not be enough."

Lingu turned around and walked towards him again.

Afterwards, he used his small paws to hold a dozen back and forth, as if he had fallen into a noodle jar.

"It's over." Ling Gu nodded in satisfaction.

He immediately looked at the bucket beside him.

Water, Linggu knows.

But how is he going to get water into the pot?

Linggu was embarrassed again.

It just so happened that Mo Bei came in with a dagger.

Linggu hurriedly asked, "What is Brother Bei doing with the knife?"

Among the four, Lingu was the least familiar with Mo Bei.

There is no way, Mo Bei doesn't speak easily, and when he speaks, he wants to cut people, especially at this moment with a knife in his hand, which makes Linggu's tail chill, for fear of being chopped off.

"The knife is not fast, it has been sharpened." Mo Bei said, and immediately he picked up the water ladle, scooped up a ladle of water, and drank it.

Linggu understood that he was here to drink water.

After Mo Bei finished sharpening his knife, he passed by the kitchen. He was thirsty again, so he went in for a drink.

"Brother Bei, help me pour some water into the pot?"

Linggu carefully asked Mo Beidao.

Hearing this, Mo Bei put down the ladle in his hand, picked up the water jar without saying a word, and filled the pot.

It feels like pouring wine, the glass must be full.

After pouring the water, the person left without saying a word.

Lingu stared at the pot full of water, "Why is my face gone?"

Linggu rubbed his nose, "Maybe this surface will disappear when it meets water, so you can't see it."

Without thinking too much, Linggu went to find Tang again.

When in Linghu Valley, the old fox once gave Linggu white sugar to eat, so Linggu also recognized sugar.

After a while, Lingu found a bag of white sugar in the kitchen, and Lingu put the bag into the pot together.

At this moment, Linggu looked at the pot and repeated what the witch said to him, "Pour the noodles into the pot, pour into the water pot, and pour into the sugar pot."

It's all done, all that's left is to light the fire.

Linggu went to the pile of firewood, took the firewood one by one to the stove, and kicked them into the stove one by one with his hind paws.

After filling the stove, Linggu once again had a hard time, "How did the fire come from?"

Lingu only knew that when lightning strikes wood, it can catch fire.

I didn't know that on the shelf next to the stove, there were several fire folders, which were used to make fire.

"Oh my god! It hurts so much, you shouldn't be greedy and eat those soybeans." Mo Dong clutched his stomach, passed by the kitchen door, and went straight to the latrine.

"Brother Dong." Ling Gu ran up to him and pulled the hem of his robe, "Help me."

Fortunately, Mo Dong pulled the brakes in time.

Otherwise, the little fox who was pulling the hem of his robe would have to be thrown away.

"What's the matter?" Mo Dong choked back the sweat.

Linggu pointed to the stove with his front paw, "I don't know how to light a fire."

Mo Dong understood that he was asking him to help him light the fire.

Mo Dong was very curious about what Lingu was going to do to light the fire in the kitchen, but he didn't have time to make him curious. He was running around, and the valve was almost out of order, and it was about to open automatically.

Sui Modong flicked his fingers, and the flames flew out from his fingertips, heading straight for the firewood in the stove.

Mo Dong's cultivation is of the fire attribute, so he is a walking fire zhezi.

After people lit a fire for Linggu, they rushed to the hut in a hurry.

Witnessing Mo Dong lighting a fire, Linggu is so envious of his mana, and even more envious of being a human being.

But he couldn't be a man.

Lingu was a little downcast.

Then squatted next to the stove to fill firewood.

"Gululu~" A large pot of water was boiled by Linggu.

Linggu stood up his little body, lay down on the pot, stretched out his little head to look at the boiled water in the pot, "Huh? Why is the water bubbling!"

He frowned and thought for a while, "I obviously put sugar in it, it can't be the witch's cleaning agent."

Immediately, he climbed onto the pot platform, squatted on it, stared at the water in the pot, and thought.

A little fox in Linggu didn't understand that when the water was turned on, it would bubble up, thinking that there was something wrong in some link.

At the same time, with purple clothes trailing the ground, someone came quietly. He stopped at the door, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the little snow-white fox squatting on the pot.

Then his eyes fell on the boiling water in the pot.

After a while, he slowly raised his hand, pointed his thin white fingertips at Lingu, and in an instant a ray of purple light flew towards Lingu.

The purple gloom is not lethal, but it can easily push Linggu, who is squatting on the pot, into the boiling water in the pot.

The result can be imagined.

Linggu will die, and die a miserable death, which will make him very happy.

There was a haze on the corner of his lips, and he smiled wantonly.

Ye Youming came pacing, not intending to save Linggu, and watched all this with cold eyes.

In a moment, a figure flew past, and it was too late to say it, and it tore Linggu away, and hugged Linggu tightly.

Let that ray of purple light rush into the air and disappear in an instant.

"Brother Nan?" Lingu didn't realize that the danger just passed him by, but felt that he fell into Mo Nan's arms in a daze.

At the same time, he also saw Ye Youming outside the door, and...

"Brother in purple?"

Linggu was a little dazed, he didn't even know there were so many people here.

Mo Nan carried Linggu to Ye Youming, bowed and saluted, "Master." Then he looked at the people beside him, "Military teacher."

Yu Xiqing looked at Ye Youming, panic flashed in his eyes, "When did Ziming come?"

"I came with you." Ye Youming's tone was calm, unable to hear any emotion, he took his eyes back from Linggu in Mo Nan's arms, and looked at Yu Xiqing, "I am not patient with you. More, do it yourself."

Yu Xiqing's face turned pale immediately, and she opened and closed her lips a few times, but she didn't know what to say to make Ye Youming forgive her.

"Not leaving yet." Ye Youming's tone was light, but with an invisible deterrent force.

Yu Xiqing hurriedly saluted Ye Youming, glanced at Linggu with gentle and friendly eyes, and then left quickly.

"How did brother Ziyi get away?" Lingu was still kept in the dark and didn't know the truth.

In particular, Yu Xiqing's attitude towards Linggu just now was so friendly that Linggu couldn't think that Yu Xiqing would push him into the boiling water and scald him to death.

Mo Nan looked at Yu Xiqing who was leaving in a purple gauze robe, but he could not expose his evil deeds in front of Lingu.

Ye Youming didn't want to kill Yu Xiqing, as Mo Nan said, it would only cause trouble for the upper body, and would not be able to help Linggu, but instead involved himself.

There is another point, which is even more important.