"Ah, it's a cute little white finch, is it cold, come on, come on, get off this little bastard, and let the old man hug it."

Seeing that it was the little white finch, the old man Lu smiled brighter than a chrysanthemum, but the little white finch was taken aback by this enthusiastic old immortal.

"Hello Lu, Grandpa Lu."

Feeling the trembling of the little white finch behind him, Mu Chengfeng once again choreographed Old Man Lu in his heart.

Pushing away Old Man Lu's old face, Mu Chengfeng forcibly put on a sad and serious look and said, "Old Man Lu, I am very serious about discussing something with you now, which is about Bai Que. ”

"What's the matter? Say it. ”

"White Sparrow She, White Sparrow She ......"

Mu Chengfeng pretended to squeeze out two tears, so that Old Man Lu didn't know why, and made Bai Que seem as if something terrible was really about to happen.

"What's wrong with the little white finch?"

Ignoring Mu Chengfeng's acting skills, Old Man Lu tore the white finch off his back, and then used the soul stone energy to probe the little white finch's whole body, except for finding that he had a good hunter talent, the rest did not find out the reason.

"What the hell are you going on, boy?"

Let go of the little white finch, the old man Lu stared at Mu Chengfeng suspiciously, eighty percent of this kid wanted to be a demon again.

"Oh——, I know, you kid wants to take advantage of the hue of the little white sparrow, and you want to be abducted from Lao Tzu, right, you little bastard." Old man Lu's eyes narrowed into a line, nodded as if he understood the reason, and then slowly touched the whisk behind his buttocks.

"Run, master!"

Seeing that something was wrong, the little white finch hurriedly reported the news.

It was too late, but it was too late, and a white lightning bolt, whisk dust, exploded in the air and made a huge movement like a whip.

Whine——, Mu couldn't dodge the wind, and was whipped out of the wolf howl, and the listener cried, and the listener was sad.

After a whip, there was a crackling and crackling and a miserable.

"Grandpa Lu, don't fight, it's the white finch who said he wanted to eat meat, and the master came, it's all the white sparrow's fault."

The little white bird hurriedly grabbed the sleeve of Old Man Lu's coat, for fear that he would kill Mu Chengfeng.

"What? Eating meat? Just dress up with me? "Old man Lu asked three questions, I thought it was this little bastard who came to pit us again.

"Dead old man, what do you think, am I like a person who has been abducted?" Mu Chengfeng bared his teeth and grinned, eager to devour Old Man Lu alive.

"That's right, I'm sorry for that little bastard." Apologetic in his mouth, Old Man Lu's backhand was a spark with lightning.

"The old immortals know it, and you still fight."

"Little bastard, you still dare to mention the word eating meat here in the old man, is the old man's prosperity stewed by your kid, a handful of chili peppers and cumin, you eat quite fragrant, you still dare to mention meat to me."

"Wronged." Mu Chengfeng shouted grievances: "That is obviously stewed by your good grandson, I just passed by, was seduced by the fragrance, and ate two more bites." ”

"Wronged you, my stupid grandson was not instigated by you, and dare to say that he was wronged, and the old man's baby last time, the last time he knocked over the famous flowers that the old man carefully treasured, and the last time he made a wreath of the herbs that the old man cultivated quietly to tease his sister, the old man didn't expect it. And the last ......"

One by one, the old accounts that were outrageous in the past were turned over by Old Man Lu one by one, which made Mu Chengfeng blush and feel ashamed, which is strange.

The little white finch next to him was also dumbfounded, it turned out that the owner still had such great achievements. The little white finch was not persuaded at this time, his fingers were wide open, he 'covered' his eyes in pain, and watched the beaten Mu Chengfeng carefully, the master was really pitiful, and it was better not to eat meat in the future.

"Old man Lu, Dean Lu, Grandpa Lu - you listen to my explanation." Mu Chengfeng decided to die with a hard mouth, and he was hard to the end: "Grandpa Lu, you see that there is a reason for this, can you listen to me?" ”

As soon as he heard that Mu Chengfeng was going to tell him, the dust that Old Man Lu had withdrawn raised again.

"Listen to you? I might as well listen to the ghost, what do you little bastard think, don't think I don't know, I'll tell you to let us break it now. Old man Lu rolled up his sleeves, and that posture was unforgiving.

"Grandpa Lu, please don't fight, it's all a little white sparrow."

The little white finch shook the old man's arm, shook and shaken, shaking the old man's heart.

Rubbing the little white finch's little head, Old Man Lu's face became faster than turning a book, and his face immediately turned stormy and sunny: "Does the little white finch want to eat meat, grandpa will give it to you, how much you want." ”

"Grandpa Lu, don't want the white sparrow."

"You have to have it, you have to get it"

Without waiting for the little white finch to respond, the old man Lu smiled brightly and stepped on Mu Chengfeng's body, and a gust of wind floated to the big white crane to drive the crane west, and the old man on the back of the crane did not forget to wave to the little white finch.

After Old Man Lu left, Mu Chengfeng, who looked constipated, was finally helped up from the ground by the little white finch.

I'm in a terrible mood!

According to the temperament of the old man, this thing should not be difficult to do, how can there be a fork, how can it be? Is it that Old Man Lu's aunt is here, Mu Chengfeng thinks about it, and the more he thinks about it, the more he feels credible.

"Now, master, let's not eat meat, it's so dangerous." The little white finch looked at the grandeur on Mu Chengfeng's forehead, she was really distressed, she was distressed, and even the corners of her mouth were raised.

"Little white finch, you're laughing." Mu Chengfeng turned his head to look at the little white finch, his eyes gradually became ambiguous, and the meaning was unclear.

"Huh? Master? ”

Mu Chengfeng pulled up his face with a blue nose and swollen face with difficulty, his eyes showed a fierce light, raised a hand, and pulled the little white finch in front of him, the corners of his mouth were extremely hideous: "See if you dare to laugh!" "Mu Chengfeng is like a devil descending into the world, his eyes are shining with scarlet, and the salty pig's hand falls on the head of the little white finch without scruples and unscrupulousness, followed by a burst of inhumane and tragic ravage, toying and trampling!

……

A few minutes later, Mu Chengfeng clapped his hands refreshedly, and there were still words in his mouth, muttering in a low voice that the author is not good this time, and the plot should not develop like this, and other messy things that make people inaudible.

"Master......" The little white finch pouted with a small mouth, pitifully arranging the ravaged messy hair next to Mu Chengfeng.

At this time, the snowflakes seem to be drifting bigger and more rapidly than just now, the sky is black and oppressive, and the cold wind is beginning to become stronger.

"The owner of the joke is punished, you know?" Mu Chengfeng rubbed his fingers, and the feeling of bullying children was really not too cool.

"Yes, my master, the little white finch doesn't dare." Although the little white finch said so, but what she thinks in her heart is that the ghost knows, you look at her puffy little face, I'm afraid it's not as enjoyment.

"Okay, that's it, the snow is getting heavier and heavier, and I'll take you to the fire."

Eh???

……

At the top of the town's lighthouse, next to the fire, Mu Chengfeng hugged his sword and slept.

"Is that what the fire looks like?" Circling around the fire lit by the mysterious circuit, the little white finch muttered to himself.

In fact, the fire itself does not emit temperature.