Chapter 48 White Fox Fur (2)
Caiwei whispered: "Go to the mountain and find a tall young man. Find him immediately. Don't let anything happen to him. Go save him!"
"Yes, Master!"
The parrot posed coquettishly in the air and disappeared in a blink of an eye. The white-haired tiger followed closely behind, jumping swiftly in the vast mountains, and finally turned into a white dot and disappeared from her sight. middle.
Looking at the disappearing mythical beasts, she silently prayed: I hope the mythical beasts go away in time, and I hope Jiujin is safe, otherwise, she will be uneasy for the rest of her life!
After a while...
She used her mind to contact the parrot who was best at searching: "Parrot, have you found it? How is he?"
"Quack, master, I found it, I found it..."
The parrot screamed very exaggeratedly: "But the man you are looking for doesn't need our help at all. He killed all six wild boars by himself. Tsk tsk! So handsome! Good kung fu! Good swordsmanship! What a pity!" This white fox fur cloak..."
Caiwei held her forehead and said: "Uh... parrot, if it's not a white coat, it's called a fox fur coat. The one Jiu Jin wears is a white sheepskin coat. "
Why! After all, it is a mythical beast that has been in the fairy world for a long time. It only knows some high-end things and does not even recognize the most common sheepskin jacket among the people!
Before the parrot could speak, Changmei's voice suddenly reached his ears.
"Master, White-haired Tiger and I found the man you mentioned! He is now trapped in a tree and surrounded by wild boars. However, he was not injured."
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Caiwei was stunned, and then she suddenly woke up.
----Apparently, a bird recognized the wrong person!
But, no matter what, the silly boy is fine, and the big stone in Caiwei's heart finally fell to the ground!
Thank God, she arrived in time. The naughty kid must have been frightened. However, it would be good to scare him. Let’s see if he dares to show off in the future.
At this time, Jiujin was sitting on a high branch, nervously and excitedly overlooking the eye-catching white-haired giant tiger jumping under the tree. In an instant, he killed all the seven or eight wild boars with fangs. .
Great, seven or eight wild boars are dead. No matter how big the white-haired giant tiger's appetite is, he can't finish them all. He can take the rest back and sell them when the time comes. The money will be given to Sister Wei'er's support hall. Yes, Wei'er has spent all his money. Maybe he is in a hurry now. When he sells the money to her, sister Wei'er will be happy!
Jiujin sat on the tree, thinking happily...
Caiwei on the other side has been released from the tension of being rescued by Jiu Jin, and is walking leisurely on the mountain road, with the abacus in her heart ringing.
There was a white-haired tiger on Jiujin's side, so she was no longer worried.
But on the parrot side, who is that guy in the white fox fur? What are you doing here on this barren mountain so early in the morning? Those who can afford to wear white fox fur must not be hunters in the mountains. Who would they be? Why did he appear in this deserted mountain so early in the morning?
Hey, forget it, no matter who she is, it has nothing to do with her, a humble citizen. What concerns her is the six wild boars he killed. Wild boars are expensive. These six wild boars will definitely be sold for a fortune when they are brought to the town. The price is good, maybe I can buy some jewelry for Mom and Feier!
Thinking about it, Caiwei felt more and more happy, as if she saw her mother and sister looking happy when they were wearing jewelry.
After contacting Ying Ge, she knew that the group of people had left, so she walked towards the direction Ying Ge said.
The mountain road is rugged, and the snow-covered mountains bury all the dead grass and broken branches underneath. The entire mountain is white, stretching as far as the eye can see, touching the sky.
Caiwei walked hard up the thick snow. The mountains were absolutely silent. Along the way, there was only the sound of "squeaking" on the snow under her feet. It was extremely monotonous. She finally realized the feeling of "birds flying over thousands of mountains." , the true artistic conception of "all traces of people disappear"!
