I almost broke my head with an upside-down onion, and I forgot that he was a five-year-old child no matter how mature he was, so I told him to light a fire and set the house on fire.

"Run...... rat," he shouted, as if the fire had burned to his ass.

I rushed over: "Where the hell did you put the fire?" ”

He was obviously frightened, and kept patting the position of his heart: "I'll do what you said, put dry firewood." ”

I was stunned: "You just threw it in the pyre, not in the stove?" ”

"What's the stove?"

I suddenly became angry and bloody, and I almost smoked in my seven orifices, woohoo and mourn!

Dare to love this kid lit half of the room's dry firewood, which really responded to the dry firewood in the fire.

"You stay here, I'll go in and have a look." I spread my claws and I'm going to rush at you.

If the fire source is not too large, there may be a chance to remedy it.

The bread boy was very stubborn and put his foot on my tail: "No, the fire is so scary, I can't let you go in and die." ”

Sure enough, as he said, half of the house's dry wood ignited instantly, and it also burned to the roof in an instant, and thick green smoke filled everywhere, and the beams of the house began to catch fire.

The bread boy ran to the next room; "Oops, my mother is still inside, and the fire is about to burn over."

I'm about to cry too, what do you think I can do? I'm just a little mouse all the time, and even if I have that heart, I don't have that strength.

I had to follow, but I couldn't, I had to drag the bread boy out.

At this time, I only heard a commotion, and something fell down.

I gasped, could it be that the house had collapsed?

When I looked at it, I was shocked.

A foot away, the fire did not affect the chicken pen, and the whole wall of the good end actually fell.

Before I could take a second breath, I saw a bare-skinned chicken slowly pacing out of the rising dust.

That's right, it's the kind of retired uncle who walks slowly in the park with an idle bird in his hand.

I can't believe it, this chicken's feathers have been burned, and it can still be so calm?

This kind of patience is comparable to Guan Erye, I want Guan Gong to scrape his bones to heal his wounds, and he also talked and laughed and played chess with Ma Liang, which is simply extremely popular.

"This ......," I stammered and looked back, and the bread boy had run into the house, and was nowhere to be seen.

The bald chicken slowly paced in the yard, calmly looking at the house where the fire was getting stronger and stronger, and his round eyes narrowed directly into a slit.

I can even see the green veins bubbling under his smooth skin, I don't know if the sun is too dazzling, and there is still a faint brilliance around him.

"Hey!"

I sniffled: "You called me?" ”

"Nonsense! You didn't come to help anymore, everything was burned down. His tone was slow and leisurely and full of arrogance, as if he was talking about such elegant things as appreciating plum blossoms in the snow and watching pines in the wind.

I don't know why I ran over like a fart, but I was probably shocked by the way he appeared, so I was inexplicably convinced by his words.

"Hold on, little mouse."

Scratch? I moved the bony eight fingers on my forelimbs, not knowing where to grasp.

The bald chicken glared at me: "Stupid, of course it's my thighs." ”

I said "ah", why should I hug someone's thigh, and it's still a chicken leg? It's so spineless, I reject this kind of work from my bones.

But on second thought, it's a very moment, besides, I glanced at his legs, saying that I haven't eaten chicken legs for a long time, and I can't eat them just by touching them with my hands, is it obviously a gluttonous worm to seduce me?

The bald chicken seemed to know what I was thinking: "If you dare to bite me, I'll pull out your buckteeth." ”

My open beak instantly closed tighter than a frightened shell, this bully chicken was small, but it had the amazing power of a bulldozer, and it wasn't a matter of flicking my fingers to pull out my teeth.

I carefully detoured behind him, and then helped him steady his legs as if I were holding two pillars.

The bald chicken said arrogantly above my head: "Steady, I'm going to start." ”

I swallowed my saliva with a "grunt" and said with a sense of humor, "I'm okay here." ”

Now in addition to believing in him, I can only believe in him. In the natural disaster**, the power of fire cannot be underestimated, and as for my current strength, it is useless except to rush in and add a little grease to the fire.

However, I sniffed my nose, and there was no smell of chicken manure on his body, which made me very satisfied, and if there was a fox smell under the squeaky nest of others, I would definitely faint.

Not long ago, the King of Roosters reluctantly flew up to a branch to save me. ，

I can still smell the stench on his body clearly, probably the chicken never bathes, for his bright feathers, the chicken king can not deign to get wet, otherwise how can it be compared to the person who has been drenched in the rain is a soup chicken.

The bald chicken has a faint fragrance, a bit like a dry woody scent.

His skin was so hot that my palm felt like it was touching the periphery of the stove, reaching the limit of my tolerance for the temperature.

I saw him close his eyes and concentrate, and the radiance on his body gradually became stronger, and later, even his curled eyelashes became golden.

I'm so scared that I won't encounter monsters!

The bald chicken opened its slightly hooked beak and muttered something quickly, and I pricked up my ears so long that I couldn't hear a word.

It's kind of like what the monks are reciting, I've only heard hymns, and they are all sung together in the church.

Back then, I liked to go to church, mostly because there was a bag of candy per person after the song.

Whining...... This is a secret, and I don't tell her about it in general.

I'm usually cranky, staring at the fire in front of me.

After a while, a strange sight appeared in the opposite house, and the fire that had been lit gradually rushed towards us, forming a long line of fire in the air from the house to his mouth.

As the temperature of his skin rose, the fire continued to suck into his mouth, and it grew faster and faster.

My rat's eyes widened until their sockets were sour, what kind of chicken is this? I've seen a fire-breathing man, I've never seen a fire-eating chicken, oh my God, if the fire can't be digested, then won't he become a roast chicken himself?

Anyway, I didn't bring cumin and chili noodles, otherwise I could have sprinkled a little bit on him, it would have tasted better.

The bald chicken ignored my whimsy, he was just intently smoking the fire until I noticed that the sides of his head were starting to smoke.

I exclaimed in my heart: "Wow! That's his ears, and if it weren't for the smoke, I wouldn't have noticed that chickens have ears. ”

I felt like his body was about to burn, and it was getting heavier and heavier, so it was no wonder that I had to hold his legs and dare to use me like a jack and place it directly on his back wheel.

Oh, and he only has two wheels, unlike a car, which has four.

I gritted my teeth, and even the beard next to my mouth exploded, but I still didn't let go, and the sweat penetrated through my thick speckled fur, but before it could seep out, it was absorbed by the heat of the bald chicken.

My head was getting heavier and my vision was blurry, and I felt like I was in a pot of fire, surrounded by a suffocating heat that was about to scorch every hair of mine.

What happened in the end? I don't know, I just know that maybe I'm just like him, turned into a roast rat.

By the time I woke up, it was already dark.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the white and tender pear flesh in front of me, juicy and tender.

I didn't have time to think about it, so I swooped up and bit it directly, letting the hot throat moisturize first.

I heard a strange scream, and I fell heavily to the ground.

"Why do you bite as soon as you wake up?" The bread child's black grape-like eyes looked at me bitterly.

The corners of my mouth twitched, my ears turned red with embarrassment, and my two small teeth were clearly imprinted on the neck of the bread boy.

I looked around, and it seemed to be a woman's boudoir.

There is also a loom with wooden wheels in the corner, the semi-finished white cotton cloth is as smooth as snow, the window is an embroidery frame, and there is an oval bamboo basket next to the mahogany chair, in which embroidery threads of various colors are placed side by side on the rim of the basket.

I remembered the red hood that the bread boy was wearing, with a dragon embroidered on it that resembled a shrimp.

I looked at the basket again, and sure enough, there were golden threads.

Seeing that I was a little stunned, the bread boy ran over and took me into his arms again.

I struggled twice, and suddenly my ears hurt, and the bread boy said in a bad tone: "If you move again, the wound will be opened." ”

Am I hurt?

Only then did I notice that my entire forelimb was wrapped in white cotton, probably with some kind of medicine, and it was cool and didn't hurt at all.

My mind was like a mush, messy mess.

"Mouse, you're so powerful, I just went into the house to see my mother, and when I came back, you fainted. And those fires are gone, it's just that some of the furniture is burned out, and the whole house is fine. ”

At this time, Rong's mother came out with a bowl of medicine and glared at me angrily, but there was no hostility in her eyes, but she just pretended to be unaccustomed to me.

I stood upright, clutched one of the bread boy's thumbs in both paws, and asked eagerly, "Where is the bald hair?" How is he? ”

Rong Ma poured a bowl of water on the table outside, and then went directly into the house again.

Bread Boy breathed a sigh of relief: "All the chickens are fine, they will fly, so that they will not burn their hair." ”

My brain was in a short circuit, and it was clear that the two of us were talking different things to different people.

"How did you do that? Such a big fire, I said that you put it out, but Rong Ma didn't believe it. Actually, if it weren't for you being the only one on the spot, I wouldn't believe it. ”

I stand up, it seems that the bald chicken has a secret, and he doesn't want people to know about it when he does a good thing, so he must have a hard time.

"Uh...... I rushed in, and the dry wood was half burning. I led the water from the tank to the dry wood with a bamboo pole......"

"How? You teach me. "The bread boy is interested in all kinds of strange things.

In fact, my best explanation is also messy and full of loopholes, saying that I am such a small mouse, how can I move a bamboo pole.

I'm glad I'm about to get past it.

"How can you move a bamboo pole with such a small mouse?" The bread boy was really quick thinking, and he stopped me at once.