Chapter 5: The tyrant who has been smashed by the brain (4)

Little White Fox was not in a hurry to find Zhuo Feng, but after everyone had dispersed, he quietly followed the person who targeted Zhuo Feng, listened to them cursing Zhuo Feng, and discussed how to deceive the smart Zhuo Feng out. In the end, they actually hit the stray dog ​​again, saying that if Zhuo Feng heard the news that the dog was injured, he would definitely go out.
The little white fox looked at their eyes getting colder and colder. This is the human being that heaven wants to restrain all demons to protect? Without demons, they would also harm their own kind, as well as cats and puppies that couldn't resist. Isn't it the weak? Zhuo Feng stayed with this kind of people all day, and he still retained a kind heart. No wonder he could impress readers and pray for a happy life for him. He is the one worthy of protection.
Watching those people go to the abandoned house area behind to prepare for action, the little white fox sneered in his heart, and the luck soil spells scattered the high pile of debris next to him. Several people were unprepared, they were smashed underneath all of a sudden, and they screamed again and again. They stood up and couldn't help backing in panic.
"So many places, why are you here? What about demolishing houses here, what if the house collapses?"
"Yeah, I smashed my arm blue. I would have known that I would not come!"
"What are you doing? I didn't force you to come here. When you get a little green, you can make endless noises, damn?"
The little white fox jumped on the roof, lifted the wind spell and waved his claws, and one of them staggered forward, pushing the person in front to the ground. He stood up and immediately said, "I'm sorry, someone pushed me."
Several people looked behind him. It was empty and there was no one at all. Obviously he pushed and lied on purpose! Then the little white fox exhaled another wave of air and hit the back of a person. He turned his head and saw the person behind him holding a stick in his hand. No matter how the person denied it, he believed that it was the person who hit him in the back.
Hit and deny, who is a fool?
It's all right now. Several young men are already angry, and they won't let anyone quarrel. The more noisy they get, the more fierce they are, and they just start their hands.
In the orphanage, they can jump out and bully others, and their personalities are not good, and they will not easily admit defeat in fighting. They are afraid of losing face in front of others. Of course, they have to beat each other until they start to beat them. In a short while, one person's head was broken and his face was bleeding! There were demolished houses all over the construction site, and they were all bricks and rubble. They came here to make Zhuo Feng suffer a big loss, but they did not expect it to be like this in the end.
The little white fox squatted on the roof and smiled, [001, are they calling themselves bad luck? I wanted to beat others, but I was beaten. It was very good. In the future, I will be by the scholar's side, so I will definitely not let him be bullied by these young people! When the time comes, the scholar is happy and happy, and I will follow him to eat all over the country, and I feel satisfied when I think about it. 】
001 did not talk, but after careful analysis, he told it the good news of the completion of the task, [The task is completed, reward the most delicious roast chicken in the world, temporarily stored in the system storage bag, the host can take it at any time. 】
The little white fox was so happy when he heard this. Since he was a child, his favorite thing to eat is chicken. He has eaten all kinds of grilled, boiled and smoked, but he has never eaten chicken made in the world. As soon as it was rewarded, it ran back to the small house where it had lived before and took out the roast chicken. The smell almost filled the whole room. Opening the outer wrapper and seeing the attractive roast chicken was even more impressive. Salivating, I can't wait to swallow it in my stomach!
The little white fox jumped happily twice, just about to take a mouthful, but suddenly thought of Zhuo Feng who was holding half of a dirty steamed bun. It hesitated looking at the roast chicken for a moment, then wrapped the roast chicken again, and rushed into the night quickly, heading towards Zhuo Feng's dormitory.
Zhuo Feng is quite marginalized in the orphanage, but half of the people in the orphanage also don't like him, but because those people always trouble him, they dare not get close to him. Therefore, he is the only one living in his dormitory. Others are afraid of being implicated, and no one wants to live with him.
Of course, it would be wrong to say that he alone dominates a large dormitory. His dormitory is at the top, the corner farthest from the bathroom and stairs. It used to be a small utility room. The female dean had very bad thoughts about him. In the past few years, she tried every means to force him to submit. Clearing out the utility room as a dormitory was one of them. No one wanted to live with him anyway. It is a ready reason.
The little white fox is a little unhappy when he sees the situation in the house from the window. In such a simple house, there is nothing but a bed, and it is inconvenient to wash your hands. It is not as comfortable as the cave. What about the people it wants to protect? Can you live in such a place?
As soon as its problem was exported, the system said: [If he is doing well, you don’t need you. 】
That is indeed the truth, the little white fox looked at Zhuo Feng, raised his little paw and knocked on the window.
Zhuo Feng looked up unexpectedly and was very surprised to see Little White Fox. He hurriedly opened the window and hugged him in. "Xiao Bai? Why are you here? You came to me specially?"
The little white fox nodded, sat down on the bed, put the roast chicken down, pushed in his direction, and let out a few soft calls.
Zhuo Feng pointed his finger at himself, and asked in disbelief, "Give it to me? Are you here to send me roast chicken?"
The little white fox nodded again. Now Zhuo Feng was not calm. He picked up the little white fox and looked into its eyes and asked, "Can you understand me? Nod if you can."
The little white fox was stunned, but now it was obviously too false to deny it, so he nodded again. The scholar is so kind, surely he wouldn't tell others its peculiarities? They will be together for a lifetime, and trust is also very important!
Zhuo Feng got the affirmative answer, not knowing what to say for a while. Upon seeing this, the little white fox jumped to the side and opened the package of the roast chicken. He tore off a chicken leg and gnawed skillfully next to it. This scholar is good at everything, just a little dazed, and he can think of other things before the delicious food, but he can't help it, eat one step!
Zhuo Feng finally recovered from seeing its movements, but still felt incredible. He unexpectedly encountered a dog who could only understand and communicate with people. It seemed that he was just over a month old. How did he do it? Could it be that there was a good master who trained hard in the past? Can you train to this level?
Thinking about this, he hurriedly asked, "Xiao Bai, do you have a master?"
The little white fox shook his head as he ate, joking, he will become a great demon of the nine-tailed celestial fox in the future, who can be its master? Can't find death?
"Is there no owner or don't you remember?" Zhuo Feng hesitated, after all, it seemed really too small.
How to answer this, it can't speak!
The little white fox tilted his head, spit out the cleaned chicken bones on the ground, sat upright and shook his head seriously at Zhuo Feng, hoping that Zhuo Feng could see what it meant.
Zhuo Feng really understood it! How could such a spiritual and intelligent little guy not remember the past? What's more, if a master trains it so well, it is even less likely to forget the master easily. Then it is born like this and has a relatively high IQ?
The fact that the little white fox does not have a master made Zhuo Feng a faint sigh of relief. Such a short time together made him reluctant to send the little white fox back. He only regarded the little white fox as a well-developed brain. Just like those geniuses, he himself is naturally smarter than others, and he can learn everything easily. There is nothing strange. When he relaxed, he asked the little white fox where he took a bath, and then where the roast chicken came from.
Little Baihu couldn't answer such a complicated question. Zhuo Feng also figured out the answer for it himself, thinking that the little white fox took a bath in the sink where they washed their hands before. Although he couldn't figure out how the roast chicken came from, he also lost it after asking if it was a steal. No matter what.
When he finally picked up the roast chicken and started eating, the little white fox had already eaten half of the roast chicken! He looked at the little white fox with some worry, "I remember that the puppy can't eat chickens. It's easy to get stuck by the bones of chickens. Don't eat so fast."
The little white fox ignored him and turned to the other side to continue chewing. It has lived for a hundred years. How could something as stupid as a chicken bone happen? Besides, it is clearly not a puppy!
It quickly gnawed the chicken head, spit out all the tiny bones on the ground, and proved that it was no problem to eat this with actual actions.
The delicacy was in the mouth, and the little white fox squinted contentedly. Such a delicious thing is tens of thousands of times better than ham sausage. It actually thought that ham sausage was delicious in the world, it was stupid! Now that he has tasted such a delicious roast chicken, he is a little worried that he will be happy to eat with Zhuo Feng in the future. Maybe it would be better to feed Zhuo Feng instead?
Thinking about it this way, it really makes sense. It is here to make Zhuo Feng happy. How can you be happy if you can't eat delicious food? It must find a way to get more and more delicious things for Zhuo Feng to eat. Only by eating well can we live well!
One person and one fox divided the roast chicken, and Zhuo Feng also divided the peeled bun with hot water, so he was full. Zhuo Feng lay on the bed and touched the fur of the little white fox, and said, "Everyone is resting now. You can sleep here. It's much better than the broken house. I will put you in my schoolbag when I go to school tomorrow. No one will find out if you go out."
Hearing this, the little white fox looked around in the room, tilted his head and leaned aside. Zhuo Feng looked at it in a little surprise, and couldn't help but smile: "Did you dislike the look in your eyes just now? I think my dormitory is not good? But didn't you live in the garbage dump before?"
The little white fox was very angry when he thought of the garbage dump. It was still so dirty and smelly for the first time in its life. It was the first time they met. How could it maintain the majesty of the patron saint? ! ! !
It immediately jumped up and yelled in protest at Zhuo Feng, posing in what he thought was the most majestic posture, but it only made Zhuo Feng laugh again.
Zhuo Feng fished it into his arms and rubbed it a few times, and said with joy, "You are so cute. This time it was a blessing in disguise. I found you so smart and cute. Don't worry, I will be full in one month. At the age of eighteen, I can find a few legitimate part-time jobs to move out, and the rented house will be bigger than here."
The little white fox is fighting with his hands. It is a patron saint, not a cute pet. How can he have such a misunderstanding about it?
However, Zhuofeng hugged it in his arms and stopped letting go. He lowered his head and rubbed his furry head. He chuckled and said, "I am very grateful to the dean for giving me such a dormitory now, if not for myself. I live on the very side and no one is walking around. How can I hide you here? I usually like to be alone and study quietly. Now that I have you, this place is even better. I hope I can hug you every day. To sleep."
Listening to the satisfaction in his words, the little white fox slowly calmed down, and cleverly nestled in his arms to share his body temperature with him. How did such a satisfying, cheerful and kind-hearted person become so cold and ruthless afterwards? How much pain does it take to forcibly reverse a person's temperament? Can it really help him be happy? It is not enough to rely on this kind of prank, it has to grow into a real patron saint, guarding him no worries in this life!