False Fairy Tale Copy [Unlimited Streaming]

The little beast standing on the flowers is about the size of a palm. Its chubby body makes its limbs even shorter. Most of its thick hair is light gray. There are a few brown marks on the top and back of its head. hairy tail.

The smoke that overflowed the flowers just now was also made by it, and combined with its appearance and characteristics, this is the fog mouse that escaped in the morning.

The attendants searched for almost a whole day but couldn't find it. At this time, Si Ning was in the garden with Ming Shu, and he would not bother him, but Wushu was so bold that he not only dared to appear in front of Si Ning, but also made similar provocations. threatening behavior.

The black dragon watched coldly, the fog mouse could escape under the nose of the attendants, but it was still like an ordinary beast in front of him, without any threat.

He didn't intend to change back into a human form, so he spread out his dragon wings to protect Ming Shu from behind, and several wisps of gray-white mist appeared, attacking in the direction of the fog mouse.

Mingshu has seen this mist several times before, it seems to be Si Ning's own magic spell rather than a spell, and it is somewhat similar to the mist made by the mist mouse.

When the mist approached, the Fog Rat finally realized that something was wrong. This creature, which was not much bigger than it, was completely black and looked tough, and it seemed that it was not easy to mess with.

It turned around and ran, exhaling smoke to cover itself, but Si Ning's mist was faster than it, quickly wrapped around its body, and lifted it up to hang in the air.

The Wushu struggled desperately, angry and terrified, and the cry was much weaker: "Guji!?"

Si Ning was considering whether to kill this thing directly, or lock it up first.

Long Wing blocked Ming Shu's eyes, preventing him from seeing the scene of Wushu being wrapped in mist, but Ming Shu suddenly pushed Long Wing away.

"Hey!" Ming Shu was so excited that he flew over regardless of Si Ning's obstruction.

He could hear clearly that the cry of the fog mouse was the word "guji".

But based on this alone, it is still not 100% sure that it is Guji, so Ming Shu cautiously approached: "Is it Guji?"

Wushu was entangled in his body, gradually unable to move, kicking his legs: "Guji..."

It suddenly tilted its head, and its limbs hung limply, as if it had passed out.

Ming Shu became anxious all of a sudden, and turned to Si Ning for help: "Your Highness, it seems that it can't breathe, let it down quickly..."

Si Ning transformed into a human form, stood by the flower bed and frowned slightly.

Wushu was pretending, he didn't kill him at all, he just trapped it temporarily, Wushu had fooled Mingshu but couldn't fool him.

Seeing Mingshu's reaction, he seemed to recognize the Wushu. Si Ning hesitated for a moment, but still didn't let go of the Wushu: "It's very dangerous, we can't keep it."

If you want to stay with Mingshu as a pet, the more docile and obedient your personality, the better, and it doesn't matter if you are a little stupid.

This smog rat looked cute, and it wasn't an ordinary creature that was completely useless, but it was not a good choice because it was so vicious, irritable, and courageous.

Mingshu heard the killing intent in Si Ning's words, and quickly stood in front of the Wushu: "But it didn't hurt me...His Highness put it down first, okay?"

Wushu's eyes were closed tightly, its tail drooped limply, and the tip of its nose twitched slightly.

Ming Shu really cared about the Wushu, and the anxiety and worry on his face remained undiminished. Si Ning couldn't bear it, and even felt a little soft-hearted towards the Wushu.

He made no answer with a cold face, but moved the fog mouse, which was entangled in the fog, to the edge of the flower bed and put it down.

The mist loosened and formed a small circle around it, ensuring that the fog mouse could not escape from it.

Ming Shu followed closely, watching the Wushu collapsed on the stone surface on his back, nervously observing whether it was still breathing.

He seemed to be still alive, maybe he was just short of breath or fainted from fright...Ming Shu wanted to take a closer look, but in the next second he saw the Wushu suddenly turn over and jump up.

It no longer pretended to be dead, and swept away its previous sluggish and weak appearance, and kept bumping into the surrounding fog trying to escape.

The ball formed by the mist was like a solid wall, and the fog mouse couldn't break through it. It used its paws to crazily pull it, and tossed back and forth in it violently.

Seeing it alive and well, Mingshu heaved a sigh of relief.

Finding that he couldn't escape, the Wushu was very unwilling: "Guji!"

It spit out its own smoke "Puff", and quickly condensed into a ball in the fog to hide itself.

The fog ball suddenly became very quiet. Ming Shu looked inside, but couldn't see anything: "Is it still inside? It won't run away again, right?"

Si Ning sat down by the flower bed, reached out to pick up Mingshu, and prevented him from approaching the fog ball: "Yes."

"Shut up first," Si Ning said, "If you can tame it, you can stay."

But even if this fog mouse really became Ming Shu's pet in the future, it still couldn't erase Si Lian's ulterior motives.

He called his attendants and asked to prepare a stronger iron cage to bring them over. In a blink of an eye, Ming Shu pushed his hand away, and moved closer to the fog ball.

The fog mouse inside seemed to have given up struggling, and the thick fog gradually dissipated, revealing a slumped fat ball.

The fog mouse's pointed and small ears hang back, its tail acts as a cushion, and its pair of front paws rest on its snow-white belly, looking decadent and wronged.

Mingshu's approaching again made him feel vigilant, but this state only lasted for a moment.

It had been in the garden before, digging a hole in the flower bed to hide and making it its own.

Wushu only knew that those who were wrapped in cloth and walked on two legs were evil creatures, and they had better run away when they encountered them, but they didn't recognize the shrunken dragons, and didn't take Ming Shu, who was about the same age as him, seriously.

It was only focused on provocation and trying to escape just now, and now it has time to look at Mingshu carefully.

The tip of Wushu's nose twitched slightly, its tail propped its limbs on the ground, and its small paws stepped on the stone surface of the flower bed, slowly moving towards Mingshu.

It tilted its head and looked at Mingshu curiously, the sharp nails on its claws were also put away, and its tail no longer frizzed.

"Hey?" Wushu called out in a low voice, moved forward a little bit, and shook the tip of its tail slightly.

Animals' likes and dislikes are always shown unreservedly, and Wushu has become quiet and docile at this moment, willing to approach Mingshu, proving that he doesn't hate him, and even has a good impression of him.

This scene was also captured by Si Ning, who remained silent and did not stop it.

"Guji," Ming Shu raised his hand to touch the fog ball, his expression filled with expectation, "Are you Guji?"

The pearl in the last dungeon doesn't seem to have the memory of Guji, but it will subconsciously get close to Mingshu, as if it was born with it.

Wushu looked at Mingshu's outstretched hand, stood there with his round eyes open for a few seconds, tilted his head and rubbed the tip of one ear.

Through a thin layer of mist, Mingshu could feel a little furry touch and body temperature, as if he was really touching the ear of the fog mouse.

He was pleasantly surprised: "It's really you?"

Si Ning said from the side: "Who is Gu Chi?"

He stared at the ear approaching Mingshu, feeling that it was an eyesore, and took Mingshu over to protect him in his hands again.

"I used to raise a little butterfly in Huahai, and it was called Guji," Ming Shu said in a low tone without blinking his eyes, "but then Guji left..."

"Your Highness didn't hear it?" He was very sure: "It blew several times, it must be the reincarnation of my little butterfly."

This sounds like a fabrication, but the elves never left when they were born in the Dragon Clan. This fog mouse was only sent in a few days ago, and it was impossible for them to have contact with each other before.

Maybe Mingshu really raised a butterfly, and the cry of the fog mouse happened to be the same as the name of the butterfly.

Moreover, Wushu's reaction in front of Mingshu just now seemed to be somewhat unusual.

Si Ning looked at Wushu, who was standing with his front paws raised, wagging his tail while looking eagerly at Mingshu.

Realizing that Si Ning was looking at him, Wushu suddenly changed his attitude, bared his teeth fiercely at Si Ning without fear of death, and the hair on his back and tail exploded.

The attendant soon came with an iron cage, which was cursed, and the fog mouse would never escape this time.

Seeing that the Wushu was about to be sent into the cage, Ming Shu hurriedly said: "Your Highness, I just want to keep it, don't lock it up."

Si Ning didn't let go: "It's wild and untamed, let's let it go for a few days."

The attendant stopped when he heard the conversation between the two.

Mingshu still refused: "It won't hurt me, I know it's Guji..."

"Your Highness, if you don't believe me, you can try it," he begged, "Just let it out, it will definitely listen to me and won't run away."

Ming Shu is very confident, if the Wushu is Gu Chi, then what he said will definitely be verified.

He hugged Si Ning's hand and rubbed his cheek: "Your Highness, please promise me..."

Si Ning remained silent, and finally compromised: "Okay."

Sure enough, the cage was no longer needed, and the attendant took it away silently.

The fog that trapped Wushu dissipated, but Si Ning was still not completely relieved, and cast another spell on Wushu.

As long as the fog mouse intends to hurt Mingshu, it will suffocate to death immediately.

It was finally released, and the Wushu ran around twice carefully.

Ming Shu was standing at the side, and Wushu came to him and pricked up his ears: "Guji Guji?"

"Hey," Ming Shu stretched out his hand to touch it, "You will be obedient, right?"

Without the barrier of the mist, Ming Shu's breath became more intense, and the Wushu came closer and sniffed his hand.

It hesitated for a moment, then lowered its head and passed its ears as before.

Ming Shu touched it lightly, and couldn't help stretching out both hands to hold Wushu's round cheeks: "Guji is cuter than before."

Wushu seemed to understand his praise, wagging its tail, squinting its eyes and raising its head, obediently letting Mingshu touch its chin.

Ming Shu was very happy, she turned her head and said, "Look, Your Highness!"

Si Ning was expressionless: "Yes."

However, when Ming Shu withdrew his hand, the Wushu circled around him twice, turned its head and disappeared into the flowers in a blink of an eye.

Ming Shu was caught off guard: "Guji?"

Did it just slip away?Ming Shu yelled two more times, and almost wanted to get into the flowers, but was stopped by Si Ning.

Not long after, there was another noise in the flowers, and the fog mouse came out again.

It held a very small flower in one of its front paws, returned to Ming Shu, and raised the flower: "嘿嘱!"

Mingshu looked at the flower: "Is it... for me?"

It turned out that it left just now to find flowers, not to escape.

Mingshu tried to catch Xiaohua, Wushu was visibly excited, and the tail behind him wagged violently, just like a puppy.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrsrrrrrrrrrrrrrr what,rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr> but the fog mouse took the initiative to bring its ears closer, wanting Mingshu to touch it again.

Of course Ming Shu would not refuse, she held the flower in one hand and rubbed the head of Wushu with the other.

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Ming Shu paused, then turned to look at Si Ning again.

Si Ning sat at the back, watching them quietly, the air pressure around him was a little low.

Wushu really likes Mingshu, so he should listen to him. Could it be that what Si Lian said was not completely false? Wushu is indeed a race close to elves.

Otherwise, it can only be explained with Mingshu's words, this fog mouse is the reincarnation of his little butterfly.

But no matter what the reason was, Si Ning felt that the gray dumpling next to Mingshu was an eyesore, and began to regret agreeing to let him keep a pet.

Ming Shu sensed Si Ning's emotional changes, and put his hand on the top of Wushu's furry head: "Your Highness..."

He had a faint feeling that something was wrong, and sure enough, he saw Si Ning's figure flicker, turning into a little black dragon.

The black dragon spread its wings and quickly rushed towards Mingshu, grabbed his shoulders with its front paws and carried it into its arms, then flew to the distance.

Suddenly, Wushu's eyes were empty, and Mingshu was nowhere to be seen.

"Hawk!" It looked up to find the culprit, furious, and kicked its legs to chase after him.

Attendants would pass by everywhere in the palace at any time, and Si Ning didn't want others to find out that he used the shrinking spell and flew towards the grove deep in the garden.

The flying speed was too fast, Mingshu was afraid of falling, and hugged the black dragon's neck tightly.

"Your Highness," he pressed his cheek, "is Your Highness angry?"

He just groaned after touching it, but his qi value increased by 5 points. Could it be that the guardian elves don't allow pets.

Ming Shu felt that Si Ning was jealous, but it was just a fog mouse.

The black dragon brought Ming Shu to a tree, found a stable and thick branch and let Ming Shu sit on it, leaning over to lick his cheek.

Ming Shu supported the tree trunk behind him and stretched out his hand to push it, but his palm was also licked until the strange aura on his body was completely covered up.

At this time, the fog mouse chased after him, stood under the tree and raised his head.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" Its tail exploded, and it climbed up the tree trunk with a kick of its hind legs, but was stopped by the air wall halfway.

The black dragon stared down at Wushu from a high position, and continued to get close to Mingshu provocatively, turning him over to lick his wings, and the wide dragon wings almost completely wrapped him up.

The Wushu didn't understand this, it only felt that the black dragon was bullying Mingshu, as if it wanted to swallow him up.

It was even more anxious, turning around the tree trunk, pawing hard at the air wall with its claws, trying to scratch a hole.

Ming Shu turned sideways, protected the wings behind her, and kicked over with a blushing face: "Don't touch my wings..."

He couldn't protect himself at all, and his clothes were wrinkled.

Ming Shu snorted twice, then took the initiative to hug the black dragon, and raised his head: "Your Highness, I still prefer your human form."

"You're always like this," he said timidly, "I'm... scared."

The black dragon turned a deaf ear and licked his reddened ear tip.