Vows from Twilight Chapter 9

So after class, Thatcher Feng either ate in the canteen or took a nap in the forest as a prototype. When he returned to his residence, he would either fly up or be carried on the back of a little yellow dog, so how could he seriously climb the mountain.

Although the road up the mountain was smooth, it couldn't withstand such instructions, not to mention that Thatcher Feng didn't know how to hug people, and the whole dog trembled along with the steps.

Xiao Rong estimated that the distance was almost there, so she opened her eyes a little and carefully observed the situation behind her. After confirming that it was correct, she started to yell: "Okay, okay! I'm going to... vomit..." .He has left, can you...vomit..."

Thatcher Feng saw the little banyan retching in his arms, pinched its mouth, and said seriously: "You are an underfed puppy and you are vomiting human words. Wait a minute." If my master hears this, we will become roasted chicken and roasted dog."

Xiaorong still wanted to struggle to say something, but Thatcher Feng's hand grabbed the dog's mouth harder.

I don't want to talk! I am so shaken by you that I feel like vomiting!

The little yellow dog wants to cry but has no tears.

By the time Thatcher Feng walked back to the mountain on his own, Xiao Rong had already fainted and was unconscious. The moment his mouth was released, he lay on the ground and began to vomit weakly, "Can you... vomit next time?" , let me finish, do you know how disgusting it is, Thatcher Feng, your eyes... vomit..."

"Hey," Thatcher Feng summoned a real fire and burned the hand that had just held Xiaorong. Then he pinched his nose and said in disgust, "You didn't take a shower or come into the house today."

Xiaorong: ... Who is the reason for this happening? !

Out of concern for bird ethics, Thatcher Feng reluctantly dragged Xiao Rong by his tail and threw him to the edge of the river to let him take care of himself.

Of course, after dragging it, he burned his hands again.

Water washing spells are not as clean as my fire, haha.

As soon as the little banyan saw the river water, it became excited. It rushed up and took a big drink, but felt that it was not enough, so it jumped directly into the river water.

In order to prevent herself from being stained with the dog's bath water, Thatcher Feng turned into a bird and flew to the tree to watch the little banyan swim, thinking a lot in her heart.

They are all monsters, why is this stupid dog so happy?

After swimming for two times, Xiaorong finally felt that the dirt on her body was washed away and she regained some vitality. She climbed ashore and shook off the water on her body. Then she raised her head and looked at Thatcher Feng: "What are you doing? I thought you lost your father." I lost my mother."

It was okay if he didn't say this, but Thatcher Feng sighed even louder when he said it.

The little yellow dog underneath saw this and clamped its tail, scratching the bark of the tree uneasily, "No, brother, I didn't mean to talk nonsense, brother, don't be sad," it walked around the tree anxiously, "Brother Feng, what else?" Give me a good beating."

"Oh," Thatcher Feng jumped off the branch and landed on the back of the little yellow dog. He said lowly, "They didn't tell me where they went. What kind of birds are they?" He angrily took two bites of the food on the little yellow dog's back. Mao, he felt better after hearing the little yellow dog bark twice in fright.

"I don't have to attend classes for half a month, what else can I do now?"

"It's easy." There is no need to do anything serious. Xiaorong has a lot of clever ideas. It suggested: "Who is that today? Old Man Qi, right? This old man has a pretty good life. It just so happens that we haven't eaten yet. Let's go There's something natural about him."

"Natural?" Thatcher Feng was a little confused.

"Let's go, let's go," Xiao Rong had already started to find the way consciously, her tone full of joy: "Let's steal some food."

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The grass rustled for a while, and then a pair of beady eyes and... a dog nose emerged from it.

Thatcher Feng's wings lifted up the unsightly leaves, and she stretched her neck to look inside. She didn't see anyone, but only saw the grass in the yard.

He suddenly felt bored, "Why isn't the old man here? Are you sure this is here?"

"That must be it! My nest is not far away, how could I remember the wrong place!" Xiaorong retorted.

Old man Qi hasn't come back yet, and it feels like there's less fun in making trouble these days. Thatcher Feng stood there thinking for a while, and then came up with an idea, "Take me to see your nest? When we first met, you Didn't you say you have a room?"

This time it was Xiaorong's turn to be silent. It quickly denied: "It's impossible, I never said such a thing at all."

How could Thatcher Feng care so much? He picked up a handful of dog hair with his paws, and Xiao Rong really started to bark, "Master, master, let go, brother, you are going to pluck all the hair on my back, wow!"

He continued to exert force with his claws, picked up a bunch of hair and threw it to the ground, threatening: "Do you really think I don't remember? Don't fool me, take me there quickly!"

Seeing another tuft of hair falling to the ground, it quickly shouted to stop it: "Master, stop it! I, I, I, I, I will take you there." The little banyan was so frightened that she couldn't speak clearly, and sprinted towards the corner.

Thatcher Feng didn't even have a good grip on his claws, and he almost got hung up in the grass. He roared angrily: "Ah, stupid dog! You're going to fly so fast!"

The little banyan was so anxious that it couldn't hear what Thatcher Feng was shouting and thought it was just asking him to go faster. So the little banyan walked a little faster, for fear that the ancestors on its back would pluck out all the winter hair.

There is no way, if you can't defeat this smelly bird, you can only work as a coolie.

By the time Xiao Rong found his nest, Thatcher Feng had already scratched a large piece of hair on its back.

In order to prevent the little yellow dog from turning against him, Thatcher Feng jumped off its back, guiltily crumpled the dog's hair into a ball and stuffed it under his paws.

The little yellow dog also had a guilty look on his face and didn't dare to look at Thatcher Feng at all, so he naturally didn't notice Thatcher Feng's little actions.

It was Thatcher Feng who broke the silence first, imitating the movements he learned from humans, covering his mouth with his wings, coughing slightly before speaking: "What, where is your room? There are so many broken grass blocking my eyes. not see."

"It's right in front of you." Xiaorong's voice was as thin as a mosquito, and Thatcher Feng couldn't hear what it was saying.

There was confusion on his face, but he refused to admit that he didn't hear clearly, so he had to start making up some unnecessary things, "You spoke too quietly! Stand up! Sit down! Stand up!"

Seeing Xiaorong reflexively obeying the instructions and performing a series of actions, he nodded with satisfaction and said with satisfaction: "Yes, this is the spirit you should have. What did you just say! Shout it loudly!" "

"Right in front of you." The little yellow dog's voice was indeed much louder than before, but Thatcher Feng still felt dissatisfied and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Louder!"

"in front of you!"

"Not loud enough! Where's your energy? Shout out!"

As soon as the atmosphere was stirred up, Xiaorong shouted extra hard: "In front of! You! In front of you!" The birds perching on the tree were scared away by it, and the branches shook, and a few yellow leaves fell on the small tree. The yellow dog's nose made it sneeze.

"That makes sense." He nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly his expression paused, and then he remembered what the little yellow dog had just shouted.

He stretched his neck and looked at the wilderness in front of him. His eyes were extremely wide open. He glanced around two or three times before he saw something in the corner.

The wall closest to the ground was somewhat mottled. A few stones underneath were lifted up, and most of the soil underneath was turned up. It was pushed up next to the entrance of the cave. There was also a wooden board pretending to be placed on the top of the entrance. plaque.

Silence filled the air.

Thatcher Feng compared the size of the hole with Xiaorong's figure in disbelief, and said in disbelief: "This? Your... room?"

When it came to the last word, Thatcher Feng's trembling words revealed some confusion.

"Ang." Xiaorong denied in a low voice.

"This place is less than ten inches in size, overgrown with weeds, and has no shelter from the rain. Your room...?"

The little yellow dog was so anxious that he dug his paws into the dirt, "The wall is thick, and I put mud on it, so it won't get me wet when it rains." He sounded a little confident.

Thatcher Feng didn't want to believe everything in front of him. He closed his eyes and opened them again. When he was sure that the scene in front of him was real, he covered his eyes with his wings and said in a sad tone: "So you lied to me that you had a house and delicacies from the mountains and seas. No one it is true,"

"At least the mountain delicacies are real." Xiaorong corrected patiently.

"I only ate two straws, picked up from the roadside." Thatcher Feng was so angry that he lay on the ground and pretended to be dead. "As expected, you won't cherish it if you get it. Your sweet words are all false."

"No, I... hmm?" The little yellow dog's nose just came close to Thatcher Feng and was about to pick him up, but he smelled his own scent under his paws.

Normally, Thatcher Feng was never exposed to these smells, but Xiao Rong could only smell the fragrance of wood and birds when he came closer.

It became suspicious, and nuzzled Fengyan, who was unprepared. As the little brown bird rolled, a large piece of dog hair that had been kneaded into a ball was exposed underneath.

"Ah! Thatcher Feng!! Didn't I tell you not to pull out my hair again?"

When Thatcher Feng saw something was wrong, he immediately stood up and left, "My second uncle's grandfather is about to give birth, and my two-year-old grandson has to take care of me, so I'll go first."

"Thatcher Feng! I'm going to pluck your feathers and make me a mink!"

Thatcher Feng was flying in front, muttering: "Oh, birds can't hear it without ears."

"You stinky chick!"

In fact, there is no way to tell the winner between the two demons in the end.

After all, one is in the sky and the other is underground.

The two of them ran back to Elder Qi's residence and made a fuss for a while, until they overturned the fence in the courtyard and caused the dozing rooster to flap its wings and drive them away. Then they stopped.

It was getting dark now, and Thatcher Feng and the little local dog had been arguing all afternoon without even eating, and now they were leaning against the fence listlessly.

Thatcher Feng was driven away by the rooster and felt very unhappy. Just as she was about to burn the feathers on the ugly rooster, she heard some noises coming from the front yard.

Elder Qi fumbled around in the house for a while before lighting the candle. Upon seeing this, the two of them immediately found a bush and hid, not daring to make any more noise.

The door to the backyard was always open, and you could see the end at a glance. Elder Qi grabbed a handful of young spiritual grass from the house and threw it into the yard, waiting for the roosters to come and nibble.

Thatcher Feng's face turned gloomy as he saw the chicken that had just flapped its wings for him running at the front, pushing away the chicken next to it, and grabbing the tenderest leaves directly from the mouths of other chickens.

Xiaorong was hungry and full before meeting Thatcher Feng, so it was not difficult to simply let him watch others eat.

But his appetite has been spoiled recently, and he will feel itchy if he doesn't eat. Who can bear it when a bunch of food is dangled in front of them.

It got close to Thatcher Feng, completely ignoring the previous tense situation, and whispered: "Brother Feng, can you bear this? I can't stand it. These pheasants dare to do this to our brother Feng!"

"You're right!" Seeing Old Man Qi closing the door to the backyard, he began to feel the urge to do evil.

Xiao Rong was still fanning the flames: "He put out the candle, Brother Feng, he needs to rest."

Old Man Qi's strictness and work schedule are well known to everyone in Fengqi Sect. Although people who cultivate immortality do not need much sleep every day, the higher the cultivation level, the more. But Elder Qi still abides by the rules of the world, resting when the sun sets and rising when the sun rises.

"Going to bed so early is a blessing from God." Thatcher Feng flapped his wings and set up a silencing spell near Elder Qi's house to ensure that no matter how noisy it was outside, it wouldn't be noticed inside.

The next moment, the little banyan rushed out of the grass in tacit agreement, and its fangs directly penetrated the rooster's neck. It didn't even scream, killing with one hit.

Thatcher Feng originally thought that Xiao Rong would miss, and there was still a mouthful of Phoenix True Fire in his mouth that he had not spit out. He sucked and swallowed the fire back into his stomach, looking at Xiaorong with shock on his face.

Xiao Rong still bit the chicken's neck until its struggling strength became weaker and weaker. The little yellow dog had stern eyes, its forelimbs and head were stained with blood. It shook its head wantonly and threw the body casually on the ground.