Wu Ming felt somewhat guilty when he heard the shouts outside.
This is not only because the Little Fairy Boy is stronger than him, but also because he lacks the confidence to be caught as a thief.
After all, he has become a thief. Now that the real owner has come to visit him, he is a little discouraged. How can he be confident?
"It's strange. I clearly set up a magic circle to isolate my breath, and even hid for a day and a night. How could I still be found?" Wu Ming himself was also puzzled, but at this time he couldn't just think about this, but had to think of countermeasures.
OK.
Turning his eyes slightly, Wu Ming came up with an idea. This little fairy boy looked like he was not familiar with the world, and he didn't know if he was easy to deceive or not.
"Change!"
Suddenly, Wu Ming transformed into a two-meter-tall scorpion spirit with a green face and fangs.
After looking at his outfit with satisfaction, Wu Ming kicked open the closed cave and rushed out waving his pliers: "Where did you come from, how dare you cause trouble for me, the Scorpion King!"
"Scorpion King?"
The little fairy child stood outside, looked at Wu Ming, turned his eyes, and asked: "You scorpion spirit, you stole my fairy grass. Now I have come to the door. If you know the truth, hand over the fairy grass."
Bar!"
When he heard that the little fairy boy called him Scorpion Spirit, Wu Ming felt a little more at ease, and pretended to be confused and said: "What fairy grass? What are you talking about? Why can't I understand you?"
"Didn't you steal my fairy grass?"
Little Fairy Boy raised his head angrily, and before Wu Ming could answer anything, his tone became less firm.
By now, if Wu Ming couldn't tell that the little fairy boy was deceiving him, his years of wandering would have been in vain.
At that moment, Wu Ming showed off his acting skills, showing a look of astonishment, waving his hands and saying: "I really don't know about fairy grass. To tell you the truth, I just came here a week ago, and now I don't even have a decent place to stay.
How could I steal your things? You are such a fool, do you think I am a thief just because I look more vicious?"
"It's really not you?" The little fairy boy tilted his head and asked unwillingly: "The person who stole my fairy grass seems to have the ability to change. Who knows whether you are real or fake? Let me ask you, since you just just
When you come here, where did you practice before?"
Of course, Wu Ming couldn't have a place to practice. Otherwise, if he said it rashly, who knows whether the little fairy boy in front of him would take him to see it.
In order not to be asked about his flaws, Wu Ming could only wave his hands vaguely and said vaguely: "I have a home all over the world, do I still have to report to you? Come on, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you."
"Bold!" The little fairy boy looked at him as a thousand-year-old monster even though he was young, but he had been practicing for longer than Bai Suzhen.
With a loud shout, sand and rocks flew immediately, causing Wu Ming to take a few steps back before he could stand still.
Finally standing firm, Wu Ming blocked the strong wind with his hands and said hurriedly: "What do you mean, are you going to frame a good person? They say that when you look like me, you look like a bad person, why are you such a pink child?
How can your conscience be so bad?"
Hearing Wu Ming's argument, the little fairy boy was angry and funny.
She was originally the child who sat down with the Antarctic Immortal. Although she was born as a crane, she was still from a well-known family.
A mountain elf dared to accuse her of having a bad conscience. Wouldn't it be a big joke if word spread about it?
"You scorpion spirit, what are you talking about? If I lose the fairy grass, I will definitely be punished by the fairy. If you can't explain clearly, I won't let you go." The little fairy boy said that he wanted to leave.
Okay, please explain the problem clearly.
Wu Ming's brain was running rapidly, trying hard to make up lies, and said coaxingly: "Let me tell you, I used to practice in a place called Calabash Mountain outside Hangzhou. Under the mountain, there was a purple bamboo forest, and I and two
The snake demons are neighbors. Just a while ago, a powerful monk came to Zizhu Forest, I think his name was Fahai, and drove away the two snake demons.
I had no choice, I saw that the place was not peaceful, so I had the idea of moving. I have only been here a few days, and I really don’t know what fairy grass is."
The Purple Bamboo Forest is real, Fahai is real, and even Hulu Mountain is real.
The only falsehood is that Wu Ming and Bai Suzhen are not neighbors, but even if the little fairy boy goes to verify it, Wu Ming is not worried.
Because that night, when Fahai came to Zizhulin, only a few people involved were present.
Wu Ming only needs to refute it by saying that he saw it with his own eyes, and the lie will become true. After all, he and Bai Suzhen do not live together. Who can say that there must not be his only one on Hulu Mountain outside the Zizhu Forest?
The existence of scorpion spirits.
"You really lived in the Purple Bamboo Forest, were neighbors with two snake spirits, and were eventually driven away by Fahai?" The little fairy boy frowned, not sure whether he should believe it or not.
Wu Ming nodded repeatedly and answered affirmatively: "It's absolutely true. My favorite thing every day is sitting on Calabash Mountain and watching two snake spirits dancing. If the White Snake hadn't gone to Yangzhou City, I wouldn't like the noise in the world.
, and you won’t come here alone. If you don’t believe it, you can go to Fahai or the two snakes and ask them clearly, and then you will know whether what I said is true or false.”
"I also know Fahai from Jinshan Temple. He personally told me about the Purple Bamboo Forest more than a month ago. You have passed the test today." The little fairy child revealed the crane body and went to find the next target.
After the little fairy boy disappeared, Wu Ming breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the little fairy boy arrived a step too late and did not steal everything else.
Otherwise, you won't listen to his explanation at all, and that would be really troublesome.
Watching the little fairy boy leave, Wu Ming also transformed into a sparrow and flew into the distance.
As for if they meet again in the future, he is not worried that he will be exposed. After all, both times are transformed bodies, and the original appearance has not been leaked. Who will know each other then.
Flap your wings and fly high, aiming for the city of Hangzhou.
Wu Ming walked back and forth for eight or nine days, and he didn't know if anything happened in Hangzhou.
When he arrived in Hangzhou City, Wu Ming turned into a butterfly and danced toward Bai Suzhen's home.
Along the way, there were countless officials helping to resettle the victims, and soup kitchens were opened at several street corners, which seemed to be a bit prosperous.
Baifu...
The butterfly that Wu Ming transformed into stopped on the big tree in front of the Bai Mansion and raised his eyes to look inside.
Upon first sight, the mansion was in ruins. Although it had only been eight or nine days, it seemed like several springs and autumns had passed.
"The Bai Mansion was created by Bai Suzhen using magic power. The place looks like this, so Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing..." Wu Ming flapped his wings and flew into the courtyard. He found that there were traces of fighting everywhere, and many houses had collapsed.
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After walking around the room a few times, Wu Ming found that the room was full of dust, and it had not been occupied for several days at least.
It looked as if there had been a war here. Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing were either captured by mistake or had already escaped.
With this idea in mind, Wu Ming found several nearby residents and used Legilimency to extract the memories of these people.
But unfortunately, when ordinary people encounter this kind of thing, it is too late to hide.
Although several households around heard the noise, no one dared to come out to take a look. They could only vaguely see the figure of a man in white through the window.
"White clothes..."
Wu Ming lowered his head and pondered, with an ugly expression on his face: "It can't be Fahai, right?" (To be continued.)