Probably not so long ago. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The hot air carried the fragrance of roast chicken and pulled up a thick white line, which surged into the night sky in wisps, floating shallow in the night above the dense forest.

The aroma teased the tip of her nose, and she heard her stomach growling, but she could only swallow desperately, fearing that the rumbling of her stomach would reveal where she was.

She crouched and hid in the treetops around her, her bewitching figure obscured by the thick foliage, and nine white fox tails at her sides formed an unusual sight from a human. From here, her body was well hidden, and she could see the campfire and the white-robed figure by the fire through the cracks. Naturally, it's that man.

The bastard magic apprentice from the other side of the sea, the scoundrel who goes against her everywhere, the hypocrite who bullies women (mostly herself), and a pervert with a hobby of rope arts!

Thinking of this, her face couldn't help but heat up a little. She didn't know if it was supposed to be called shame or what it was in human terms (it felt unprecedented for her, presumably because she wasn't human in the first place).

She made a list of his sins in her heart. That's right, it's this sanctimonious guy, who calls himself Reginard, but in fact, the transliteration of "weak chicken" is also vivid, after all, bullying her as a girl is not something to be proud of.

At this moment, he was happily humming a little song and roasting the chicken, and stirring the wooden stick that ran through the chicken. Unaware of her current pain. She felt her teeth start to itch, and she bit viciously, making a small mouse gnawing sound, but the scent of the rising scent teased her little nose as if a clever elf were playing a prank on her.

She saw him stand up, and turn to the other side of the twig to rummage through the bag that hung on it, with his back to her. The crispy crust of the two chickens left on the fire oozes an enticing aroma.

Golden opportunity!

She has the demon spirit method of spiritual shuttle, as long as she jumps down quickly, grabs the wooden stick of the chicken and runs, in the eyes of the weak chicken, it is just a gust of wind and grass, and the roast chicken seems to have wings and flies away.

She had already planned well in her heart, just waiting for this moment's opportunity, but the moment she opened the branches and leaves and was about to jump, she felt a sudden chill.

A pair of sword-like cold eyes glared at him, and a real ...... Knife. It burst through the sky, its sharp blade reflecting the moonlight, reflecting the cold glow of the forest.

The cold wind stirred the ends of her hair.

She watched as it pierced through her own spirit, the faint blue aura dissipated for a moment, then recirculated back to its original state, the blue aura returned to her body, and she felt the weight of her body again. Although there was no stinging pain in the flesh of her body, the sharp blade that passed through the spirit body seemed to imprint a chill in her heart.

She subconsciously put her hands over her chest and heard the knife sink into the trunk behind her, making a short buzz.

The man named Taylor roamed in her direction with cold eyes, as if to make sure he had hit his prey, this guy ......

"What's wrong?" She heard the weak chicken ask him.

"Nothing, probably a bobcat. It's run now. Taylor's cold blue eyes bent into a smile, his eyes were not big, and when he laughed, they would squint and become a curved line, and with a careless tone, he looked very harmless to humans and animals.

But she knew that he was not as kind as she seemed, and if she hadn't had this strange power, she would have died more than once under his sword.

So sometimes when she thinks of that chill, she thinks that maybe she should be grateful to the weak chicken for saving this prey from her that day - because she knows that she will definitely not be able to deal with him at that time, but this white-robed weak chicken magic apprentice will not be his opponent either, as weak as he is, and there is such a person who follows him like a time bomb and becomes a friend of the same peers, but it is definitely not a good idea, although it seems that he does not seem to have the intention of making a move, it seems that only because she is of another race, he will have murderous intent, right?

-- Human beings are like this, probably because they have lived so far that they have not been crushed by the layers of food chains by relying on tools, so they are extremely insecure.

However, there are also aliens and aliens in human beings, and they form parties according to their ideas, and they are divided into three, six, nine, and so on according to their status, and they are constantly fighting, so it cannot be concluded that there is no danger for the weak chicken to follow him on the road.

So-

So her current behavior is not a follow-up, but can probably be regarded as an indirect return gift for his indirect rescue. It's just a casual way to protect it.

Well, that's right. She thought, after all, if you have to settle the account, the weak chicken owes her a lot to repay.

"I'm not a bobcat." She puffed out her cheeks and took a step back, the back of her head just pressed against a hard object, a knife that had just passed between her body.

Half of the blade of this short knife was embedded in the trunk of the tree, and it took some effort for her to pull it out, and the terrifying depth and the bursting wood fibers at the incision made her heart shocked, and the other party was ruthless, not a threat at all, but to take her life.

What is the grudge between them? She couldn't help but wonder. Could it be that it was just because she almost hooked her spirit that time? That's too much of a grudge, isn't it?

She looked at the short knife in her hand, the non-slip horizontal stripes of the handle aroused a cold touch in the palm of her hand, and the moonlight leaking from the treetops shone on the blade, illuminating the small nicks and the patterns of the blade clearly.

Although it is a bad thing used to slaughter living beings, it is designed to be extraordinarily beautiful, and the dark lines cast in the iron are secretly matched with the blood groove, forming a set of beautiful patterns.

Since you were the first to make a ruthless move, I took it. She fiddled triumphantly with the dagger in her hand, as if admiring her own booty, when a hairy hand suddenly landed on her shoulder.

She realized that she was exclaiming, and hurriedly covered her mouth to suppress her voice. As a result, I couldn't take care of the top, the soles of my feet slipped down, and my body fell down all of a sudden.

The white fox's tail hurriedly hooked around the branch, and its body hung upside down on it, tearing its tail painfully, but it finally did not fall.

From the upside-down vision, she saw the hairy monkey standing on a branch, still standing in the same motion as he grabbed her shoulder with his hairy hand.

"What are you doing?" She asked unhappily, her voice still deliberately lowered.

"I just wanted to ask, uh, would you like... Well...... Grab a bite to eat? Probably feeling awkward to look at it like this, the monkey scratched the hair on the top of his head, and then hooked his tail to the branch, and also hung upside down, looking at her.

……

She nibbled helplessly on a peach, and the ripe fruit exuded a strong fruity aroma, as if the bright red color was the sachet of delicious storage.

The juice overflowed from the bitten flesh, and the sweet taste was between her lips and teeth, but she didn't enjoy the delicious fruit very much, and she was not very happy, and it was so difficult to expect a monkey to hunt "food".

In fact, she is very grateful to the monkey for saving her, and untying herself from being tied up like a dumpling by a weak chicken, but his clumsiness makes her feel a little annoying, and his fruit recipe also makes her unbearable, she has always been meatless and unhappy.

Why has she been so unlucky lately?

First, she met a dead weak chicken that didn't let her absorb people's essence and increase her magic power, and now she met such a stinky monkey that made her unable to eat meat.

Although she was now indifferent to the delicious hare, as if the smell of raw meat was not as attractive as the smell she smelled, she could only smell it from a distance, and could not taste it at all.

Meat that can't be eaten is always tempting.

Maybe it didn't smell as good, and she reassured herself, like that frighteningly salty chicken.

"Why are you... Belch...... More like a human? You used to be a monkey too? ”

"It's not! I used to be a fox! How can it be a monkey? ”

"I've heard that monkeys are the most human-like because people are monkeys. It's just that they gradually lost their tails and stopped climbing trees. They are wearing clothes, and their bodies are slowly not growing! Why are you so human, but I ......"

"Maybe foxes can slowly become humans, why can monkeys become human, but I can't? Maybe the fox will be a different person, right? I don't want to lose my ears and tail. She stroked her soft white tail, and the pointed ears on top of her head trembled.

"Oh."

"By the way, what's your name, monkey?"

"What are you talking about, fox? Why do monkeys have names? Do you have a name? He habitually scratched the hair on the top of his head.

Of course she has a name, and her name is Ahri. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but her eyebrows fluttered, but she choked up when she was about to speak—who is rare, who is rare such a bad name.

"Nope! I don't need that kind of thing either. So she said, her expression a little unhappy again.

Why are you upset? Need a reason to be upset?

She thought, taking a hard bite of the peach. Now that they were close to the northern end of the Psychedelic Forest, they would be a day's or so away from Starfall.

In fact, this forest is not very vast compared to the whole island, if it weren't for her trouble, that bastard named Reginard would have left here a long time ago and found that guy named Li Qing.

Why did he cross the ocean to find that blind monk? Ahri was puzzled. This kind of thing is probably only known to the guy himself, and she can continue to follow him and find his ulterior motives.

She thought triumphantly, although she has always disliked approaching the territory of humans, because humans regard her as an alien, not just a foreign race, for animals, they may only hunt when needed, but for her like this, the demon turned into a fox is full of hostility and fear, she does not like to be hated, although there are many people, the spirit is also stronger, which is convenient for her to hunt and increase her magic power, but the feeling of being hated is not good at all.

The closer she got to Starfall Town, the closer she got to her human friend, a girl with long black hair, she didn't dislike her because she was a demon fox, and she wasn't afraid of her, she was a very good person.

The man's name was Irelia.

If she were to go to town, she would be able to help her.

Ahri had to do it wherever she wanted, and she stood up.

"Where are you going?" As soon as she got up, she heard the monkey calling her.

"I have my own business." She said that the last peach was half-eaten and tossed at him, right on his hairy head. She went into the bushes, and after a while she retreated, and said to the monkey with the half of the peach, "Don't follow me, do you hear?" ”

The monkey nodded, sat down again, and stared down at the half peach in his hand, the slimy juice sticking to his hair. Ahri looked back a few more times to make sure he wasn't following, so she hummed an unbroken tune and set off to find her friend Irelia.

But she hadn't gone far when she suddenly felt a familiar aura, shallow hidden in the nearby woods.

This will be the ninth meeting.

She definitely won't lose again.

The orb appeared above her palm, swirling in the air, energy twisting into dark blue curls.

It was as fast as a streamer of light when it came out of its hand, skimming through the quiet of the night's dense forest, causing the bushes to rustle and shake. There seemed to be a fox with a triangular face flashing away in this orb, as if a fox with a dark blue body was deftly crossing the bushes.

The chirping of insects was also startled for a moment by this sound.

It's the wind.

The wind, piggybacking on that person's secrets.