When the fleeing figure was far away, the silence returned to the front of the small temple, the grass trembled, and two foxes came out of it one after the other, the fox headed by the fox had an old face and a little hunched back, and its eyes looked at the hasty back that gradually disappeared into the night, and sighed:

"Sixth son, but I've only been with that half-demon for just a few days, I can't imagine that you are no longer the thin and bullied little guy you were back then, and you easily scared away two human men, even when you won all the races, this ability is extremely good!"

The sound of friction and whistling sounded slightly, and the old fox's eyes were attracted to it, only to see the gray-haired little fox effortlessly grabbing the force mark that was deep in the ground, holding the handle with one hand and gesturing around, as if he was familiar with the feeling of throwing.

The V-shaped blade, which was not much smaller than his own body, danced out of thin air in front of him, and occasionally two dazzling cold lights flashed, and the old fox took two steps back in fright, pointing at the little fox and habitually reprimanding loudly: "Put it down!"

The coercion accumulated by my aunt and grandfather in the past was still there, and the little fox subconsciously let go of his hand in the process of throwing away. Like a ghost in the night, the echo mark silently crossed the treetops, floated in the distance in the air, turned abruptly and flew back, flashed in front of the old fox, and slashed at a stone "dang", splashing sparks.

There was a sudden "boom" behind him, and a wrist-thick branch fell to the ground, dropping large green leaves. The old fox couldn't help swallowing and spitting, raised his paw and touched his chest very stiffly, and it took a long time to ease up, looking at the little fox who was standing upright, and said with a gentle smile:

"Sixth son, my aunt and grandfather don't mean anything else, but after all, this murder weapon is the stuff of those hunters, and it is stained with the blood of a lot of the same clan, how unlucky it is to carry it with you every day, don't you say?"

The gray-haired little fox's ears drooped, and he spread his hands helplessly: "Actually, I don't like this thing either, it's not easy to control flying around in the sky at all, how can there be a hammer or a big knife or something simple and rude." Since you said so too, Grandpa, then I have time to talk to the half-demon, and I would rather be scolded than let him allow me to change my weapon. ”

The old fox's eyelids jumped, and the little fox carrying a big ring knife first flashed in his mind, screaming and rushing into the enemy group to slash and kill, and then it appeared that the half-demon was very dissatisfied, and glared at him gloomily......

It couldn't help but shudder, and waved its hand again and again: "Forget it, forget it, since the half-demon let you use this weapon, there must be a reason for him." ”

Seeing the question marks on the little fox's face, as if he couldn't understand its repeated attitude, the old fox's eyes rolled, and he used his head to read poetry and books, and immediately thought of a reason, and said earnestly: "Sixth son! Although this murder weapon is stained with the blood of our kindred, we must know that the murderer is an executioner with a butcher's knife, and the weapon is innocent! Therefore, you must cherish and reform this murder weapon, let it be used by you, and become a good weapon......

The old fox coughed lightly twice, cleared his throat, turned his red face, waved his hand and urged: "Understood! Okay, go and pick it up, don't lose it!"

"Oh. The little fox answered honestly. turned around as if he had stolen a chicken, his smiling eyes were gone, and he shook his head and flicked his tail to pick up the power mark.

In fact, the little fox didn't tell a lie, since the exchange of blood, in addition to getting stronger and bigger, and also likes to eat honey, it does gradually begin to like things that open and close, and it is more and more lazy in terms of scheming, otherwise with its IQ, it will not be bitten out of several big bags because of stealing a little honey.

However, the Hui Li Biao still has to be used, when it was inserted into a serious injury by this thing and was dying, Bai Ze was afraid of an accident when he pulled it out, so he immersed the Hui Li Biao into the blood sacrifice pool together.

Later, when the blood exchange produced a red light anomaly and a black thunder tribulation, the return force mark also produced subtle changes. After the identification of the mirror, it was found that this thing had become a good special magic weapon from the aura debris that did not enter the stream. Between the flow of blood and light, it can still echo with the little fox in the distance, which looks extraordinary. Therefore, the mirror spirit asks them to be familiar with each other more often on weekdays, and maybe there will be accidents in the future.

It is not beneficial for these insider old foxes to know, except for adding more questions and troubles, it will not help it in the second half of the fox, so the gray-haired little fox played a careful thought, and with the help of Bai Ze's half-demon fierceness in its heart, it quietly fooled this matter.

Effortlessly carrying the force marker, the little fox ran back upside down, but his steps slowly lightened.

Under the shadow of the tree, the old fox looked at the two figures under the candlelight of the small temple from afar, and was stunned, occasionally showing a profound and sad expression.

After a long time, it seemed that the sound brought by the little fox approaching the side alarmed it, and the old fox came back to his senses, sighed, and his thin figure became more and more rickety, and said in frustration:

"Sixth son, do you also feel that your aunt and grandfather have failed in this life, and have read books all their lives, but they have not learned anything from them. has always advocated joining the WTO and accepted the first human disciple, but his moral character and wisdom are not good, and he is turned around by a half-demon who is about the same age as him. ”

The gray-haired little fox rubbed a pair of big ears on the top of his head, and opened his mouth to persuade: "Grandpa, although that Guo Sheng is not very good, you have always been a fox teacher that I respect very much, and you have educated countless fox demons to understand the knowledge and culture of human beings, and this contribution cannot be erased." ”

The brown-haired old fox smiled when he heard this, and turned his head to look at the dark distant mountains, where the fox clan once lived, "What's the use of these things, they don't bring wealth to the fox demons, and they can't make our race strong." On the contrary, at the most critical time for the survival of the race, I, as a teacher, timidly hid, and finally relied on a half-demon who had not completed the initiation ceremony to save the last fire.

The little gray-haired fox stretched out its paws, as if to comfort it, but it didn't know where to start.

The old fox then sighed: "In terms of courage, not to mention that compared with you, I am not as good as Yang Scar-eye, although it has all kinds of disgraceful shortcomings, but at least its corpse is buried in the circular valley, and I am just as it said when it drove me away, except for those who talk about it and criticize others, I am a complete waste." ”

It patted the little fox, "Sixth son, my aunt and grandfather are only now discovering their shortcomings, but it seems to be a little late." I'm old, it's hard to learn the many advantages of others, and I can't get rid of the stinky problems that have accumulated for most of my life, but you are still very young, and you must remember to learn more and see more in the future!"