A Nest of Sanxian

Chapter 9 - The Furious Fox

"No way!" Xiwen looked angrily at the two little guys floating in the air.

"Sure enough, piracy is not allowed..." Arrogant Zhang Ying fluttered her blue wings and nodded with her legs crossed and her arms crossed.

"Yeah, blah blah blah blah." Mo Fan crossed his knees and crossed his arms, nodding seriously.

The raised intersection, the ringing punch, the shot was obviously arrogant, while Mo Fan was gloating and smiling cutely.

"I said..." Xiwen looked weakly at the slightly floating white clouds in the sky, "Gu—" Honest stomach exposed Xiwen's predicament—he hadn't eaten anything for four days since he started on the road : "How long will we have to wait?"

"Aladdin stayed inside for three full days. If nothing goes wrong, he should come out today." Mo Fan flapped his wings and put his palms together to encourage him: "Be patient, the end is coming soon."

Before the words fell, the earth was covered in black smoke, and there was a rumbling sound of thunder, and then there was a loud bang, the earth cracked open, and in the thick smoke, a burly black fox struggled with nine thick tails that were as long as whips. Rising from the huge crack, flying sand and stones, countless gems swirled in the windy sky.

"That's the lamp god?" Xiwen opened his mouth wide and could fit two eggs, oh no, two goose eggs, Mo Fan added.

"Impossible, that voice and figure are so familiar." Arrogant Zhang replied calmly - Xiwen's keen intuition has a vague sense of ominous premonition, and he always feels that there is a deep meaning hidden in Arrogant's calmness.

In the smoke and dust, a dark oil lamp-shaped object fell vertically on Xiwen's coiled lap...

Dark, oil lamp-shaped...

Oil lamp shaped...

Mo Fan and Arrogant looked at each other—this guy's luck was really unexpected.

"In short, the handover is successful. I can take care of my idiot master." Arrogant let out a breath, and the light in the shape of ice edge swirled around him, and his small and gorgeous body became blurred: "I will leave it to you next time." , Mo Fan—goodbye." The faint voice was blown away by the dust and wind, and the turbulent space and the broken ground slowly returned to normal, as if there had never been a crack.

The smoke and dust gradually stopped, and the huge demon fox turned into a cloud of green smoke and returned to the oil lamp. At the same time, the genuine Aladdin fainted on the ground—the young man lay on the ground, unconscious.Xiwen walked over, brushed his black hair lightly, looked at him in a trance, for a long time, and said softly, "It's very similar."

Mo Fan's bright eyes also showed compassion. No one spoke. There is a kind of family affection called mother and child flowing in this picture, but neither the real mother nor the real son is aware of it.

"Mo Fan," Xiwen's voice became gentle: "We will send him home, and then..." He quietly held up the oil lamp, smiled, a little gentle, a little lost—your son will go back, miss you The mother of the son... I wish you happiness...

"Wait a minute—" Mo Fan suddenly reacted, his eyes widened and widened—he said arrogantly just now...

Just said arrogantly...

Arrogantly say...

Say……

Terrible flying sand and rocks, blue smoke quickly permeated the land that had finally recovered its calm, quickly gathered, shrunk, and condensed into a shape, with the sky above the head and the ground with the feet, and long hairs as thick as a century-old tree hanging down from the zenith like a waterfall , a pair of bloodshot eyes (perhaps it should be said to be blood rivers, because they are too huge, sweat) eyes are particularly eye-catching in the blue smoke - it is impossible to tell whether they are piercing or...

Those eyes—sweat rainstorm gushing from all over Xiwen's skin—seemed to be too familiar, as expected, the arrogant calm had ulterior motives...

"Xiwen," Mo Fan murmured with a pale face, "I know that this incident has hit you and me a lot, but I've seen it very calmly, but you must stay calm."

"How is it possible..." Xiwen's face was pale, and she wanted to cry without tears—please, life and death are at stake, and the road to enemies is narrow.Back then, they were cultivating immortals together in the Kunlun Mountains, relying on being a few hundred years older, and being able to stretch their bodies, the white python spit red letters at him, threatened him, and swiped his tail twice to vent his anger when he was in a bad mood.Now entering such a strange story, not to mention, it’s completely reversed, zoomed into this kind of height comparison...

"Then what should we do?" Mo Fanfei whispered in Xiwen's ear, looking depressedly at the tall and familiar figure, "I think face-to-face is not the best policy now, is it?"

"But, even if it's running away..." Xiwen's voice trembled slightly: "Also...it seems too late..."

There is no most unlucky, only more unlucky, facing unlucky is inescapable, -_-||||||"Hi," Xi Wen stretched out her hand stiffly, making a welcome gesture, and smiled stiffly: "Long time no see , idiot and Xi." Mo Fan shrank his body and quickly smiled.

Sketch: one day, one place, one mountain, two living creatures.The sky is blue, the land is vast, and the mountains are not too high.At the foot of the mountain, on the left, the living creature is large, cross-legged on the ground, arms crossed, black hair disheveled like a chicken coop, the right eye is blue with oval-shaped bruises, and both cheeks are swollen, obviously injured by heavy punches; right, the living creature is small, Cross-legged on the ground, arms crossed, back with disheveled wings, disheveled clothes, rapid heartbeat, irregular heartbeat, obviously overly frightened.

"Damn it, you idiot Hexi."

"Uh-huh."

"I told you not to slap your face."

"But..." Mo Fan's tears rolled like lentils in the red and swollen eye sockets: "Why do I have to suffer? Is this the legendary shuriken that was attacked by the crowd?"

"It's all you," Jiwotou Xiwen stared at Mo Fan, "Why didn't you wake me up earlier?"

"I yelled, I tried everything," Mo Fan's round eyes widened, "What can I do if you don't wake me up?"

Picture 1: Mo Fan, the elf, vibrated her crimson transparent wings and flew to Xiwen's ear and shouted. Xiwen reached out and patted her ear——Mo Fan fell to the ground, his eyes showed patterns like mosquito coils, and his head was full of gorgeous starlight along the oval shape. Orbit running——Xiwen continued to sleep.

Screen 2: Mo Fan carefully drives away a knife beetle with a branch. The knife beetle lands on Xiwen's nostril, and stretches out the scythe blade carelessly towards the breathing place. Xiwen sneezes—the knife beetle flies, Without a trace——Xiwen rubbed her nose and continued to sleep.

Screen 3: Mo Fan is holding a fishing rod, and on the hook is a piece of matcha-flavored and delicately cooked matcha steak. Too much heart but not enough energy, tears of giving up——Xiwen finished chewing, grinded her teeth in a dream, and continued to sleep.

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Screen N: 150 days later, Mo Fan glanced at Xi Wen, who was still sleeping, Mo Fan shook his head, fluttering his wings disheartened and preparing to leave.A leaf fell on Xiwen's forehead, Xiwen grunted, opened her eyes, twisted her neck, and finally woke up.

"You—" Jiwotou Xiwen slowly raised his fist, with protruding veins: "What did you do when I fell asleep?!!!!"

Mo Fan opened his innocent eyes wide, and the little boxer held his chin and pulled his red clothes pitifully, "He is also a victim."

Facing the black and black foxes and Xi who were extremely tall and tall, Xiwen began to make a wish to the magic lamp.

Let’s turn Jushen and Xi into Douding and Xi—this is the first wish of Xiwen, the master of the magic lamp, who wants to cry without tears, and then looks at Mo Fan, crying: "I'm saved..."

"It's okay to let you get back to the original state," Xi Wen said in a serious manner with He Xi: "Don't hit me, especially in the face. It's my fault for keeping you waiting for so long. I apologize. I can understand if you are angry. If you are really sad ——" Xiwen carried the lovely and pitiful Mo Fan: "You can hit whatever you want." Another old punch.

Hexi's ferocious fox face and goose bumps nine tails are too terrifying, let Hexi restore his own human form - Xiwen's second wish.

Elegant black long hair, back view away, Xi Wen who fell to the ground, and Mo Fan who was stunned, Xi Wenlei: "I knew this guy didn't keep his promise...hit me again."

A dull-headed crow flew by—

Quietly, He Xi shook his head and emerged from a cloud of smoke on the ground, "What did you say?"

Mo Fan's petite body trembled slightly: "Hexi, don't appear out of nowhere and be scary!!!"

He Xi was taken aback for a moment.

Mo Fan's aggrieved fingers poked at each other: "Today's Hexi is so fierce. Mo Fan doesn't like it very much."

Immediately, the invisible arrogance around him disappeared, and He Xi finally regained his calm and rationality under the rage of 150 days of waiting.Taking advantage of the time, Xiwen made a third wish——

"Aladdin has gone back."

"Oh, um."

"The old woman has been resurrected, and I erased her memory about you."

"Hmm-hmm..." Xiwen lowered her head slightly, her eyes sparkling: "Is she alright?... Her biological son has returned... Are you happy?..."

"..." Hexi quietly watched Xiwen, his friend whom he had not seen for many years.

The air is still here.

Silent air is quiet, quiet air is oppressive, and oppressive air is suitable for sleeping. Mo Fan lay on Hexi's shoulder and fell asleep.

Xiwen turned her head and picked up the elf Mo Fan on Hexi's shoulder: "What should I do now?"

Mo Fan rubbed his sleepy eyes, thought for a while, and said, "In the long run, I want to marry a princess." Mo Fan fluttered his wings, which had been combed with great difficulty: "For now..." Xiwen's hungry belly has already published it first Responding to the comment "Gee--", Mo Fan laughed happily: "That's it."

"Py——" Mo Fan's improved version of the IPHONE5 video phone suddenly rang.