"The charm is gone. "Chased to the vicinity of the Windmark community, one of the old men was unwilling.

"Damn, the charm is gone, and we're going to be finished. A woman next to her said in fear.

"You can't give up easily, keep looking, you really can't find it back, don't go back, there is no way for the king of the human world to take us. ”

"It can only be so. ”

...

Running into his own building, Wind Scar gasped for breath.

"I knew I should have brought Sugar Candy back today. Windmark shook his head.

Because today Tang Wan proposed to take Tangtang home to play for a night, Fengji naturally would not refuse. So just now, Wind Scar can only run back by himself, and he won't be so tired if he rides Sugar Candy.

Fortunately, he ran back and was not overtaken, so it seems that he has been far away from danger.

Glancing at the vixen in the bag, Wind Scar said to himself: "I hope that the hidden ability will give me a good reward, otherwise I will give you stewed soup to eat." ”

After returning home, Feng's mother looked at her son's tired appearance and asked curiously, "Fengji, what's wrong with you?"

"It's fine. Windmark took off his shoes and put them on the shoe cabinet, "I'm back in my room." ”

Seeing that there was only one Wind Scar, Feng Ma continued to ask, "Where is Sugar Candy?"

"My friend said to let Tangtang play with her for a while tonight, and I will leave it at her house. "After picking up the sugar candy yesterday, Feng's mother didn't let the wind scars raise it at first. She was afraid that if there was shit all over the ground, after seeing Tangtang's cleverness, Feng's mother said that everything was not a problem, and it would be okay to stay and raise her as a daughter.

"Girlfriend?" said Mama Feng with a smile.

"Uh... Yes. "After thinking about it, Wind Scar didn't intend to hide it. Feng's mother already knows that he has a girlfriend, so it's good to admit it generously.

"Let the little girl come to dinner on the weekend, do you hear?"

"Okay. Fengji nodded helplessly, just having a meal, it's not a big deal, and it doesn't hurt to let Tang Wan come.

Back in his room, Windmark locked the door, closed the curtains, and then took out the vixen in his bag.

Carefully put her on the table, and then Feng Scar took out the medical box, which was not an ordinary medical item, but a healing medicine left by Uncle Wang. Just think about it, you can know that what is inside is not ordinary.

As a last resort, Wind Scar doesn't want to use them.

Use a little less!

But the vixen's injuries were too severe, and if they weren't treated in time, Windmark thought she might not survive tonight.

"Let me see what these pills are. "Because Uncle Wang was in too much of a hurry that day, he didn't tell the specific followers about the effects of the drugs inside.

But those medicines have medicinal effects and how to use them, and it's good to check the wind marks.

"These medicines are very effective, and it hurts a little to use them for this vixen. "Uncle Wang can definitely take out no ordinary products, any medicine here starts at level 3, and there are many level 6 precious items.

In order to hide his ability, Wind Scar took out a bottle of Level 4 healing medicine in pain. This bottle of healing medicine is specifically aimed at traumatic injuries.

Open the cap of the medicine bottle and dip some medicine powder on your hand, and the wind marks gently swim on the vixen's body. What if I push this vixen too hard and die of pain?

It's hard to get it back!

After applying the healing medicine to the vixen's wound, Wind Scar stood up and wiped the sweat from his head. However, seeing that the fox spirit was no longer bleeding and that his dying appearance was slowly recovering, Wind Scar smiled happily.

It's not in vain, is it?

At this time, Mother Feng outside asked Wind Scar to go out to eat.

Wind Scar thought for a moment and went out with his bloodstained clothes.

He can't wash his clothes, so he must have to find Feng Ma to wash them.

And some things should be said too.

"Wind Scar, you, what's wrong with you?" Mama Wind panicked as she looked at the blood-stained school uniform in Wind Scar's hand.

Father Feng frowned when he heard this, and looked at Feng Scar nervously.

They are just a precious son, although the son has some salted fish, but he is also his own. If something happens, what should they do?

"Mom and Dad, don't be nervous, sit down and let me talk slowly. Windmark waved his hand and went to put his clothes in the bathroom first.

Feng's father and Feng's mother saw that Fengscar was fine, and opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she still didn't say anything.

They believed that their son would explain it all.

As long as he's okay, everything is fine.

After the wind mark came out, he stood in front of Feng's father and Feng's mother, and said with a smile: "Parents, I am already the author." ”

"Huh?" Daddy Feng looked confused.

"Huh?" Mama Feng looked incredulous.

Seeing the second elder's expression like this, Fengji felt very sad.

Mom and Dad... No problem!

For Mao, you think I'm just a salted fish!

Pretend to be forced to form and open. Wind Scar said silently in his heart.

The brilliant golden light was as dazzling as the sun, and it was almost blinding. Feng Dad and Feng Mom were unaware of the dazzling light, staring at the wind marks like human-shaped light bulbs.

After a long time, Feng Ma asked in a low voice, "Are you really Wind Scar, haven't you been taken away?"

Obviously, Feng's mother couldn't accept that her salted fish son became powerful in an instant.

Wind Scar rolled his eyes, although he said that he had crossed over, but it was certainly not a seizure, he was still him, fireworks of different colors...

"Mom, your son is the author, is he happy, is the thorn not exciting, is the accident unexpected?"

Feng Ma: "I only have an accident..."

Feng Dad: "I'm going to have a heart attack that I stimulated." ”

Wind Scar: "..."

I'm so tired, my mother, my father!

After a few minutes, Feng's father and Feng's mother fully accepted the fact that Fengji had become the author, and they danced and were very happy.

The social situation is like this, and it is not to blame that they behave like this.

Becoming an author is more exciting and happy than winning five million.

Feng's mother came to the front and stared at her son carefully, "Yes, the son I gave birth to is amazing, like me!"

Feng's father was unhappy, "Without me, where did he come from? I just said that our son will definitely have a future in the future! This is up to me, accumulate steadily." ”

"Alright, alright. Mom and Dad, having such an excellent son as me is all due to your two elders. The corners of Fengscar's mouth, he finally understood why he was so cheeky.

Ancestral!

Feng Dad, Feng Ma: "That's that, that's." ”

Wind Scar: "..."

Tired to the Nth power.

"Son, what's the name of the book you wrote?" asked Feng's mother.

"The King's Feast." Didn't write for a few days. ”

"Why didn't you tell us sooner?" said Daddy Feng, displeased.

"Hey, didn't I want to surprise you, when it hits the shelves, you don't have to go out to work, just enjoy it at home. Windmark smiled. He is confident that the book will start earning several million a month after it hits the shelves. Parents just enjoy it at home, why are they so tired to go to work.

It is not easy for parents in the world, and they have paid too much for their children.

This is the only thing that Wind Scar can repay them.

"Wind Scar, you've grown up!" Mama Feng's eyes were moved with tears.

Dad Feng smiled with relief.

...

PS: A digression, say well in advance: don't hit me.

Ahem, there will only be one shift a day in the future.

Don't hit me, don't hit me.

Hey, it's actually quite helpless.

This book has been poured into me a lot, and I would like to write 10,000 words a day if I could.

But in fact, it can be seen that it was really good written before 20 chapters, but it will not work after 20 chapters.

The water, the plot doesn't have much appeal...

To be honest, because I just opened this book on a flash of inspiration, I didn't write an outline or anything at all. It's very difficult to write.

So how did the plot come about?

It depends on the mood...

When I can't think of it, I can only write a plot for a day.

This can be seen in the recent episode.

So I deserved this book as a hit.

After the first test push, I won't recommend it next week, which means that this book is on the street.

I don't have to worry about it, but I don't have so much pressure, so I can calm down and write slowly.

I don't ask a few people to read it, write it slowly, one more a day, and strive to put it on the shelf to see what it looks like. If it were the first book in the city, I would have been a eunuch... Forget about this one, it's been a long time since I wrote it, and I haven't felt the taste of being on the shelves...

So the eunuch won't, it's just that there will be a lot less updates, I hope it's not to blame.

If there are fewer updates, the plot and content will be carefully pondered, and strive to write something better.

Hey, sorry.

Good night everyone.