Reborn as a thief and a husband

, the Dixuan Taoist who fell to the ground quickly got up and looked at the shedding mouse in his hand: "Hey, are you okay?"

Good old mother, "I've been skinned, can I be okay? You...how did you get me out?"

I thought I would not be able to escape death in the end, but after jumping, I was not roasted into scorched rats by the scorching magma. Instead, I fell into the strange tunnel like when I came here, and then recovered, and was caught by the old man.

"It's a long story... Actually, I used my apprentice's compass to follow your aura to find it. Well, I'm fine now. I'll take you to meet my apprentice and Xiaolu."

This is called a long story?

Nanfeng endured the tingling pain that came from all over his body, stood in the palm of the old man and looked around, this place seemed to be a house, the house looked very simple on the outside, but after entering it, he understood what it means to be rich and precious inside.

Luxurious big bed, crystal bead curtains, pleasant incense mixed with elegant tea fragrance blowing towards the face, the tables, chairs and benches look, although I don't know what kind of wood they are made of, but they are exquisite and elegant, absolutely extraordinary. There are celadon vases for decoration, and the brazier on the ground is burning vigorously. As soon as you enter the room, the warm breath quickly dispels the chill brought from outside.

A child was sitting upright on a stool, with clean eyes and clean eyes, and a pleasant face. When he saw him, the expression that was originally a little anxious suddenly burst into spring!

"Master!" The child jumped up to meet him, staring at Nanfeng with glowing eyes, and said, "This is...is this him?" His voice trembled with excitement.

Nanfeng: When did I become so famous?

"Well, it's him." Supporting his old waist that was in pain when he fell to the ground, the Taoist of Dixuan walked slowly to the table and sat down, and said to the little apprentice: "Take that little green of yours, take it!" come on."

"En!" Nodding heavily, the child jumped into the bead curtain and took out something from the big bed. The thing was covered with a black cloth, and the shape...it didn't look like Xiaolu.

The child put the things on the table and lifted the black cloth with a swish, revealing the small green paper crane in the small bamboo cage. When encountering the familiar fluctuation of spiritual power, he began to be restless.

Nan Feng closed his eyes, but his eyes were still red.

I thought... I would never see this lively and lovely child again in this life.

"What's wrong with him?" Nan Feng asked with difficulty.

But the child suddenly knelt down in front of him, and said with shame on his face: "You are the master of Xiaolu, right? Well, as long as you infuse him with spiritual power again, he will be able to come back to life, and then, you can punish me any way you want!"

"Stinky boy, a man kneels on the sky, kneels on his parents, kneels on his master, why are you kneeling on him?" The beard of the Taoist of Dixuan raised up in anger.

"I must kneel!" Yuemu stubbornly refused to get up, and said firmly, "This is my mistake, and I have to take responsibility!"

How could Nanfeng argue with a child, he just said softly: "Get up, I don't blame you."

If you really think about it, it's all that big devil's fault!

"Thank you!" The child thanked very politely before getting up, eagerly leaning towards the table, wanting to see Xiaolu being 'resurrected' with his own eyes.

The Taoist of Dixuan asked Nanfeng, "Is this how you injected spiritual power into him?"

Nan Feng was puzzled: "Do I still want to take some Viagra or something?"

"What's that? Alright..." The Taoist of Dixuan had no choice but to put him on the table, Nan Feng raised his head, commanding Yue Yue and said: "Open the cage."

"Oh, good!" Yue Yuemu hurriedly and cautiously opened the small bamboo cage, and pinched Xiao Lu out.

The way he cared so much about Xiaolu naturally didn't escape Nanfeng's eyes, he looked suspiciously at this young boy who was so talented at such a young age, it's impossible, isn't it?

When you get close, you can clearly see the fine joint marks on the little paper crane. This is nothing to look at on a lifeless paper crane, but if you imagine these appearing on a child, you will be shocked. Nanfeng couldn't help feeling a little heartbroken.

Silly boy, I am obviously not your original master, let alone what I have done for you, but you have done so much for me, how do you ask me to repay you?

Nanfeng thought, when Xiaolu recovers, he must be better than before, a thousand times better, ten thousand times better!

On the shiny and smooth tabletop, the little mouse stared at the little paper crane for a while, then slowly started to walk around the little paper crane. The green light followed behind, wrapping the little paper crane layer by layer.

After the light green light appeared, it flowed like water and ran towards the little paper crane. The little paper crane was like a hungry baby sucking milk, sucking all the light green 'milk' into its body.

All the bonding marks on the little paper crane were restored as before. After a while, it was able to flap its small wings and fly around. While flying, it could accurately consume all the remaining aura, and then a burst of green light Sheng, the cute little Zhengtai from head to toe reappeared in front of Nan Feng and Yue Yuemu.

The boulder hanging in his heart for so long finally landed with a bang, Yue Yuemu couldn't mention how happy he was, he rushed up screaming, jumping and jumping up and down holding Xiaolu, Xiaolu who was still ignorant was caught by his presumptuous and bright smile Dazed, also followed silly fun.

Nanfeng lay softly on the table, seeing such a heart-warming scene, he also showed a knowing smile in relief, and in the next second, he heard a soft call: "Master~"

He subconsciously said yes. He thought he could see the picture of Xiaolu jumping over happily, but in fact, the picture didn't change, but the object changed. It wasn't the poor little mouse whose skin was skinned that was pounced on by Xiaolu. He was a handsome young man in a Taoist robe, and Nan Feng wept secretly: Is this because he dislikes him for becoming ugly...

[094] are very reliable

Yue Yuemu was also taken aback by this sudden surprise, and he let the child hold his small waist in a daze, and what played back in his head, of course, was that the little paper crane punched and kicked him and yelled at him back then. 'good' memories.

"What... what's going on? I'm his master!" Nan Feng angrily questioned the Dixuan Taoist who was watching.

"Oh, this..." The Taoist of Dixuan stroked his beard in an inscrutable way, "Although you infused him with spiritual energy, like a duckling that just broke its shell, the first person it sees As his relatives, the little paper crane that has just turned into a human will of course regard the first person he sees as his master!"

"Then what do you mean... He doesn't know me at all now?"

The Taoist of Dixuan silently moved the stool under his buttocks out, and moved it again, and then said: "To be precise, yes."

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After a moment of silence, Nan Feng wiped his face with his paws, and said in a low voice, "I owe him this."

The moment he learned that Xiaolu was not dead, he should actually be satisfied, he shouldn't be greedy, he shouldn't be greedy and want more.

Yue Yuemu likes Xiaolu from the bottom of his heart, from the moment he saw him, but his way of liking people is a little different, he loves to bully the people he likes, but when Xiaolu was broken into pieces due to his negligence After countless hours, his thoughts became almost the same as Nanfeng's. He told himself that if Xiaolu could appear in front of him properly again, then he would definitely not bully him again, and would treat him well, he swore !

But seeing the little mouse's distraught appearance and the child's pure heart, he couldn't help but overflow with sympathy. He took the little green fleshy little hand, walked lightly to the table, lowered his head slightly to Nanfeng and said: "You... want to take Xiaolu away? Although, although I am very reluctant, you saved Xiaolu after all, and you are still his real master. I will not occupy him. I will return him to you, okay? ?”

The words were very sensible, but the overflowing reluctance still stained his eye sockets red and moistened his amber charming eyes.

Xiaolu looked up at the young boy's face pitifully, and said in a soft voice, "Master doesn't want Xiaolu?"

"No, little green, it's not that the master doesn't want you, but your master is not me, it's him." Pointing to the little mouse on the table, little green tilted her head and followed his fingertips, her clear eyes full of confusion.

"That's all..." Nanfeng has always felt that the episode of amnesia is the bloodiest. When watching TV dramas, every time he sees this, he will always change the channel impatiently.

But when the person you are most familiar with and who is also the most familiar with you looks at you with the strangest eyes, no matter how strong the psychological defense line is, it will collapse across the board.

"Come with me, he may not be happy, can you promise to help me take good care of him?"

"I'm still young, so I don't want to boast, but I can't do anything then. I can only say that as long as I can still breathe, I will protect him if I work so hard."

At some point, the Taoist of Dixuan lit a cigarette and was smoking joyfully. Hearing this, he couldn't help puffing out two puffs of white smoke from his nostrils angrily: "Stinky boy, have you obtained my consent?"

Yue Yuemu continued: "With me here, no one can hurt him, including me, including my master."

"Hey! Shemale is different, silly apprentice, don't sell yourself so quickly!"

"He is not a demon, he has no heart."

"He has no heart and you still want to keep him? You squeezed your brain when you came in, right?"

Compared with the messy middle-aged uncle, the immature boy is obviously much more trustworthy. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I know, but I just like him. Anyway, I won't regret my decision now."

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