Chapter 2955: Magic Revision

However, by coincidence, sometimes, it is so sudden.
On the last lap, when Ugly Duckling was about to slap his ugly old face, a wooden stick as thick as an arm fell from the sky for no reason, and hit the Ugly Duckling's head with precision.
In an instant, the whole world was spinning around, and all sounds became blurred.
When the world was calm again, the ugly duckling found that he could no longer stand up. At the same time, a chill gradually penetrated into his body and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
At the last moment of his life, the ugly duckling once again saw the ugly and old duck face of Daddy Duck, and a sentence that he did not understand but was very clear: What a bad luck, this goose turned out to be a foundation!
When I finished telling the story of the modified version of Ugly Duckling, the blue witch stared at me with twin crystals and round eyes, staring at me unblinkingly, her eyes full of longing.
"Is there any more?" She asked impatiently, "Is there any more? How about the ugly duckling that was killed, and how about Daddy Duck?"
"This one......"
Facing her so longing gaze, I couldn't bear to tell her that the story was over and there was no follow-up fact.
After holding back for a while, I had to bite the bullet and continue to reform.
"Well, cough, the ugly duckling, naturally there is no waste, it is made into a big iron pot stewed goose, as for Daddy Duck, its fate... actually not bad."
"Mother duck sees the ugly duckling, her beloved child, who is made into a stewed goose in an iron pot, so she has a murderous heart on the old, ugly and incompetent guy Daddy Duck, but she is a weak female duck. How could it be Daddy Duck’s opponent, so she had to take advantage of Daddy Duck’s going out to ask her old lover, a big that is not young, but still growing strong."
"The big has long expressed anger at Daddy Daddy's dislike of Mama Duck and refused to let other animals extend a friendly hand to Mama Duck. So that night, he discussed with Mama Duck a trick that could also kill ducks. ."
"The next morning, when Daddy Duck was walking around, the big suddenly rushed out and pecked Daddy Daddy's duck leg severely. It aroused Daddy Duck. He was so angry that he thought to himself, "You are a stinky rooster, dare to stroke Lao Tzu's duck legs, don't you want to live anymore?"
"So immediately, Daddy Duck opened his mouth and pecked at the big cock's eyes. This is to peck the big cock! But although the big is old and weak, after all, he has rich fighting experience. A flapping wing slapped it over. Spread your feet and hop around in the farmhouse, while Daddy Duck followed closely, chasing and pecking frantically."
"In this way, a chicken, a duck, you chased me for several minutes, and the noise made other animals in the farmhouse unstoppable, and even woke up the real farmer, the farmer."
"The farmer happened to eat the big goose stewed in an iron pot yesterday. The taste is really good. He is having endless aftertastes. He was suddenly awakened and felt upset. He took the stick to the farmhouse and wanted to see what was going on. After crossing the iron fence, he saw Daddy Duck chasing the big cock. He immediately became angry with his mouth, and opened the door. A few steps past, a stick stuck on Daddy Duck’s head. This old and ugly father duck was sent to the great will, and the body of father duck was sent to the kitchen. After careful cooking, it made a spicy duck. It tastes that fragrant, the kid next door I was greedy and crying."
Chuckle.
It was the sound of swallowing saliva.
I looked at the blue witch in surprise, who wiped the corners of her mouth: "I want to eat spicy duck too."
-_-

"Don't interrupt, listen to me," I said with a straight face, pretending to be displeased: "After sending Daddy Duck to the Great Will, there were no obstacles between the big and the Mother Duck. From then on, they We can cherish the memory of the dead baby, the ugly duckling."
"Well, this story is over, what do you think?"
"Hmm, twists and turns, very exciting" said the blue witch, and then she showed a yearning look: "But I want to eat spicy duck more."
The corners of my mouth twitched, but I secretly rejoiced: Fortunately, I didn't tell her the story of "Little Master", otherwise I would definitely be mad by her.
After telling the story, the Blue Witch seemed to be more energetic, but the little terrier beside her was sleeping soundly and snoring.
"Okay, it's getting late, go to bed," I warned.
"Can't sleep," the blue witch murmured, "I feel hungry when I think of spicy duck."
"Then don't think about spicy duck, think about Tuo Tuo."
The blue witch turned her head, looked at the tuo, and her saliva came out.
"Hey! You wake up! Sober and sober! Tuo, but your inseparable companion! You can't treat your companion like this!"
Wiping the corners of her mouth vigorously, the blue witch firmly said: "I know!"
But then, she whispered again: "If you only eat one leg, it should be fine..."
The next day it was bright, I did not hear Tuo Tuo's tragic cry, Tuo Tuo's figure did not disappear from my sight, and still looked cheerful, thinking about it, the Blue Witch did not attack Tuo Tuo.
However, the Blue Witch ‘started’ at me. She pulled my sleeves and kept acting like her, saying she wanted to eat spicy duck.
Speaking of this wilderness, there are no second wild animals except for hares, let alone ducks. In this case, tell me to eat spicy duck. You are afraid that you want peaches.
Letting her behave like a baby, I dragged her to move on for about an hour. She was finally tired, no longer acting like a baby, but a listless look.
Her listlessness spread quickly, and it soon affected my mood. In desperation, I had to persuade her: "Hey, don't be frustrated, OK? When I get to the town, I will cook you a spicy duck myself."
"Really?" She finally had some energy.
"Really" I vowed.
"You have to add another iron pot stewed goose!" She asked again.
I nodded and agreed.
This time the blue witch was happy, and once again returned to a state of full vitality, running around all the way, following the tufted hare with claws.
Their starting point was just for fun, but they didn't expect that they actually caught seven or eight. These are a blessing.
That night, it was another hearty roasted hare meal. This time I roasted and cooked it myself. The roast was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, just right.
The blue witch and the little terrier eat oily mouths, hideous and terrible.
After eating and drinking, we lay side by side on the mat again, staring at the sky.
The blue witch suddenly turned her head and said quietly, "Tell me another story, this time I want to hear the passion."
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