Mr. Squirrel of the Fairy Forest

The little squirrel got the address of the big brother field mouse from the mouth of the little squirrel. Mr. Weasel rolled his eyes and decided to appease the little squirrel first.

"Little monster, I'll go to Brother Field Mouse first to find out if it's convenient for him to keep other goblins for the night. You wait here for me to come back, don't go anywhere!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Weasel ran away without a trace, and the little squirrel didn't even have time to stop him.

On the forest path in the evening, pedaling furiously on his bicycle, Mr. Weasel stared and grinned with a ferocious expression on his face.

Hmph, he wants to see how warm-hearted that big brother field mouse is?

According to the description of the little squirrel, Mr. Weasel came to a rapeseed field.

He dropped his bicycle and rushed up, pushed aside the emerald green leaves, and as expected, he saw a small wooden door painted in a dusty color in the depths of the flower field.

Mr. Vole is a conservative mouse. He still follows the living habits of his ancestors and built his home underground.

With a bad breath, Mr. Weasel stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Hey! Is there a goblin at home? Open the door!"

After a while, the small wooden door was pushed open from the inside.

Mr. Field Mouse wore a pair of thick glasses and a small silver-gray vest, looking very refined.

He pushed the glasses on his nose, looked Mr. Weasel from head to toe with curious eyes, and asked suspiciously, "Hello, who are you looking for?"

who?I'm looking for you!

"Are you a land rat living here? My name is Huang Lang, and I want to fight you!" Mr. Weasel issued a challenge letter in a vicious voice.

Afterwards, he suddenly jumped up and took a step back. With a vigorous posture, he jumped left and right in the rapeseed field, raised his fists, and warmed up with a grunt.

He had learned boxing for a period of time when he was studying for an advanced construction certificate at the Goblin University, but he never had the chance to fight against the goblin.

Today, he will use the fist of justice given to him by God to end this green tea mouse that seduces other people's little daughter-in-law.

"Hey! I don't know you at all, please don't do this, you will trample my rapeseed!"

Seeing Mr. Weasel ruining the flower field like this, Mr. Field Mouse was very anxious. He rushed out to stop it, but Mr. Weasel mistook it for an attack.

"Despicable mouse, actually engaged in a sneak attack, eat me with a left hook!"

Mr. Weasel punched quickly, only to hear Mr. Field Mouse squeak, and he fell to the ground. The furry mouse's face swelled instantly, and the glasses with broken legs fell on his legs.

Mr. Field Mouse covered his cheeks with his paws, crying so angrily that the fur on the mouse's face was twisted into a ball.

He was drinking hand-ground coffee and reading a book in the small study, but this weasel came out of nowhere?If you come to the door, you will fight.

Mr. Vole is a gentle mouse, he only knows how to read and write, and he can't even quarrel!Got hit by a goblin and don't know how to fight back?

The goblins they live in the countryside are very kind, this strange weasel must be a bandit wandering outside!

"You...don't run away if you have the ability. I'll call my wife out and tell her to teach you a lesson!" Mr. Vole said cowardly, and ran towards the burrow hut, crying loudly as he ran. Crying: "Daughter-in-law, woo woo woo, someone hit me! Come out and take care of me!"

Hearing this, Mr. Weasel was stunned!

what's the situation?Did this field mouse have a wife?

Before Mr. Weasel could figure it out, the ground under his feet suddenly vibrated, and the rustling sound of something quickly passing the ground rang in his ears.

Suddenly, a black-brown king cobra rushed out of the burrow hut. She stood up abruptly, her neck stretched out with muscular back muscles, and her powerful tail kept lifting the iron.

The cobra elder sister hissed and spat out a scarlet letter, and asked in a vicious voice: "Xiaomian, are you bullying my husband?"

Although all the goblins in the Fairy Forest love freely, I really dare not think that you, a crying vole, finds a king cobra as his wife.

"No, no, I think there may be some misunderstanding between us!" Mr. Weasel quickly waved his paws, twitching the corners of his mouth, and smiled apologetically.

While procrastinating for time, he quietly backed away, planning to find a chance to escape.

What are you kidding?If he is bitten, he will go to see God in advance!

"Oh? Misunderstanding? Husband, stand up and see if this guy hit you?"

Elder Sister Cobra didn't like him, her golden vertical pupils fixedly stared in the direction of Mr. Weasel, blocking the way he tried to escape.

Mr. Field Mouse supported the back of Miss Cobra with his paws, and stuck out his head tremblingly. When he saw the figure of Mr. Weasel, he shrank his neck in fright, and cried with a choked voice: "It's him, it's him, it doesn't matter. Just hit the mouse indiscriminately, my wife, woo woo woo, you must teach him a lesson!"

When Mr. Weasel heard this, his eyes widened!

The forest is really big, and there are all kinds of rats!

Matters between fairies should be resolved by duels!What kind of skill is it to go and complain to your wife?You cowardly rat who eats soft food!

After hearing this, Miss Cobra slapped the ground with her powerful tail angrily, not giving the smooth-tongued Mr. Weasel a chance to quibble, and rushed over aggressively as soon as she possessed her.

Crackling, ping-ping-pong-pong.

Mr. Weasel was thrown out of the rapeseed field after being beaten up.

With two huge black eye circles on his face, Mr. Weasel limped on one hind paw, pushing the bicycle, and walked limping on the path back to the tree house.

What a shame!After making such a big fool of himself, I really don't have the face to go back and face the little squirrel.

Fortunately, it proved that the relationship between the little squirrel and the field mouse was impossible. They were just ordinary neighbors. Thinking about it this way, the beating seemed worthwhile.

As soon as Mr. Weasel came back to the small tree house, the little squirrels standing under the tree and looking forward to it immediately surrounded him. When he walked in, he saw his bruised nose and swollen face, which shocked Mr. squirrel.

"You... what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay. When I came back, I didn't look carefully at the road. I fell... I fell." Mr. Weasel grinned his teeth in pain, and made up excuses to fool him.

He didn't intend to tell the absurd things he did, or he might have to be slashed by the angry little squirrel with a wooden spoon.

"You're so careless." Mr. Squirrel frowned, and couldn't help but scold: "Stand here and don't move. The old lady Totoro gave me a recipe that can quickly reduce swelling. I'll cook an egg. , be right back."

After speaking, Mr. Squirrel skillfully set up firewood under the tree, and then set up a small aluminum pot above the burning flame.

Throw an egg into a small aluminum pot. After the water boils, take out the boiled egg with a spoon and put it in cold water to cool it down. Mr. came running.

"You...you find a place to lie down!" Mr. Squirrel stomped his paws and said impatiently.

Hearing this, Mr. Weasel spread out his limbs without any hesitation, leaned back, and lay flat on the spot.

Fortunately, there is a soft lawn behind him. If there is a stone here, I am afraid that it will be knocked into a plant wolf~

Although Lao Gao's eyelids were swollen and his eyes were squeezed to a slit, it did not prevent his eyes from glowing in the slightest.

Mr. Weasel looks quite upright, even a bit handsome.

But I don't know why, every time he looks at the little squirrel, the goblin always feels like a sly eye, and with such a miserable appearance now, it adds a bit of wretchedness.

Fortunately, Mr. Squirrel has a simple mind and a little nervousness. If he was replaced by other sensitive little fairies, he would have been scared away.

He came to Mr. Weasel and knelt down, with his chubby butt pressed against his hind legs. Mr. Squirrel pressed the boiled egg with his paws, and rolled it gently on Mr. Weasel's swollen face~

It feels so good to be served by the little wife. Mr. Weasel snored comfortably. Although his body was lying on the ground, his soul floated into the air.

He squinted his eyes, and noticed Mr. Squirrel's plump little butt wrapped in shorts. Mr. Weasel's eyes flashed brightly, and after a while, the eyeballs were straightened up a little bit like they were stuck. The claws trembled inexplicably.

Mr. Squirrel was concentrating on fiddling with the round eggs, when he suddenly seemed to be stung on his buttocks, but in fact, Mr. Weasel, who couldn't bear it, poked lightly with his sharp claws.

He didn't take it seriously, thinking it was a mosquito that came out to hunt for food at night in the forest, he just put one paw on his back, slapped it, and then gently scratched his little butt after the slap.

Oh!God!

Mr. Weasel, the whole wolf is stupid!

That's right, the little squirrel must be tempting him, hinting at him!So he couldn't wait to press the whole paw up.

As you wish, you unprincipled little goblin!

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