The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 565 Bonfire - The Fox's Glory [Third Update]

"Send them all to the hospital for a thorough check-up, then send them to Xia Dong. An will cover their meals!"

Seeing the castratos fluttering their wings, huddled together, and huddled silently at the front of the carriage, Master Fu scratched his head, turned around, and said something to Wang Qiqi.

“Okay.” Wang Qiqi nodded slightly, without making any comments about the castrato group.

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Most castrated men can be summed up in a Chinese internet slang term: a dancer's mother, a gambling addict or a missing father, a broken home, and a castrated man.

Before the age of eighteen, they were castrated actors; after eighteen, the word "buttocks" accompanied their profession for life. In short, they were either in nightclubs or appearing on websites.

This is a classic example of how misfortune tends to favor those with a hard life, like a rope that always breaks at its thinnest point.

Sometimes, Wang Qiqi could understand why Principal Li disliked foreigners so much.

But she felt that Li Xiao was a bit extreme. There were evil figures like capitalist landlords overseas, but there were also unfortunate people like eunuchs. They shouldn't be condemned outright. Instead, all the unyielding people should be united to tear the landlords apart.

"Alright, let's head back now. If you encounter any evil spirits, particularly large landowners, or anything that defies the heavens and wants to ascend to the heavens, remember to inform me."

"I especially like thieves who do nothing right." Master Fuli said goodbye to Wang Ya and Wang Qiqi with a grin.

But just after taking a step, Master Fuli seemed to remember something and immediately turned back, asking Wang Qiqi with a furtive look on his face:

"So... have the spider-type robots entered mass production yet? As a fox from Xia Kingdom, I feel deeply honored to see my motherland equipped with such futuristic weaponry!"

"Spider-type robots?" Wang Qiqi blurted out instinctively, "Principal Li's urban composite defense system is currently in the verification phase, but the spider-type robots have already passed the test because they meet the requirements for urban warfare."

Wang Qiqi began to speak, but before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly stopped, three black lines appearing on her cheeks as she stared at the old man, the Fuli, who was riding on the head of the big orange cat.

The little fox's eyes were jet black and shiny, as if they held a certain glimmer of expectation.

“Master Fuli, a fox cannot, at the very least, should not do this.” Wang Qiqi’s lips twitched as she remembered that in addition to the [Hate Evil] trait, Master Fuli also possessed a small [Fuli Treasure Trove] trait.

Based on a rough estimate.

Master Fuli has already taken about 127 lighters, about 20 packs of cigarettes, 20-30 pens, and some weapons from the logistics support team.
Wang Qiqi could understand why the fire and smoke were taken away and then hidden away, after all, the fox spirit was an auspicious symbol! He couldn't bear to see people harm his body.

But Wang Qiqi couldn't understand why Shun had a pen, since Master Fuli didn't write on a regular basis!

"What do you mean by 'can' or 'can'? I'm just curious about the Security Bureau's equipment level." Master Fuli waved his hand with a smile and said, "It's alright if you can't say. I know the confidentiality regulations by heart."

"I'm leaving now. If anything comes up, please let me know." Master Fuli patted Lord Yaoquan Mountain and walked towards the helicopter.

Wang Qiqi and Wang Ya stood at the camp, watching Master Fuli leave.

"I don't think Master Fuli can do that, do I?" Wang Qiqi muttered to herself.

Master Fuli arrived empty-handed.

When I went back, I only took a bottle of iced Coke, so I could say I was empty-handed and probably didn't hide anything.

But for some reason, Wang Qiqi had a feeling that Master Fuli's question might have been setting the stage for something or giving her a heads-up.

"Eek!" Wang Qiqi shivered, as if she could already picture the scene of Master Fuli coming in masked at night, carrying a piece of steel machinery and running away.

"Probably not. Master Fuli isn't the type to take advantage of others; he's just playful."

"But what did he mean by what he just asked?" Wang Qiqi looked at Wang Ya beside her.

Wang Ya shook her head, unable to answer, but she firmly believed.

Master Fuli's actions were driven by the best of intentions!
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The helicopter returned to the Spring Mountain Grassland.

"Nonsence!"

Yaoquanshanjun stepped out of the helicopter, opened his tiger's mouth, and spat something out. He licked his lips, smacked his lips, and looked curiously at the book wrapped in plastic wrap.

"Master, what is this? I put it in my mouth and it made my mouth sore."

"Spider-Type Robot Maintenance Manual!"

Master Fuli, beaming with delight, picked up the book from the ground, wrapped it in plastic wrap, held it high, and said:
“My disciple! Don’t say that I don’t teach you. We live in an information age where countless pieces of information collide and merge every day, giving birth to new things.”

"The first step for us spirit beasts to establish ourselves in the city is to find a reliable adopter."

"Only with food and drink can one learn. The book I just found is an instruction manual and repair guide for a new gadget!"

"Oh!" Yaoquanshanjun exclaimed in amazement, deeply agreeing with the reasoning his fox master had given him.

The fox-borrowing-tiger-power duo squatted on the grassland, diligently studying the maintenance manual for the spider-shaped machine.

Although the manual is illustrated, the internal mechanical connections are still quite complex. It took Mr. Fuli an hour to read through only one-fifth of the contents.

And time was gradually moving toward four o'clock.

Mr. Fuli had no choice but to temporarily abandon his study of the maintenance manual and hurry back with Daju.

Back inside the scenic area.

A wooden bonfire platform has been erected on the paved road and square.

Upon seeing the campfire, a strange expression appeared on An Sheng's face.

"A bonfire party!"

"Then I, An, must say something: 'The bonfire and the fox's cry will be broadcast to the viewers in the live stream.'"

"Ah Qing shouldn't go to jail, right?" An Sheng thought to himself with a hint of sarcasm.

Back in the yurt room, An Sheng led Da Ju to knock on the door. Ling Ren, who was drinking a glass of water, opened the door and let the two little guys, who had been playing wildly on the grassland all afternoon, in.

"Little fox, come here." Lying on the bed with her left hand holding a phone, legs crossed, and her right hand awkwardly kneading something, Mo Mo's eyes lit up the moment she saw Xiao An return from outside. She said:
"Ticks are rampant on the grasslands now. How about letting Aunt Momo check you?"

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An Sheng, who had already jumped onto the table and was rummaging through A Qing's backpack for her water bottle, looked at Mo Mo with a speechless expression when she heard her speak. Her fox-like mouth made a series of mumbling sounds.

"Ink, round, the shape of a demon!"

"I won't fall for your tricks. Don't even think about trying to get me to rest my head on your belly like you did before!"

I don't know if it's Momo's habit, or a common trait among girls.

When Momo is in her dorm or at home, whether she's playing on her phone or doing something she's focused on, she instinctively reaches for her stress-relieving ball.

But when she's outside, Momo won't do anything strange, but she'll look for substitutes, such as the fluffy triangular ears of a fox, or the soft flesh on a fox's butt.

An Sheng wouldn't fall for her tricks.

"Your eyes are full of distrust!" Mo Mo said with an incredulous expression.

"Ah Qing, get up and translate this quickly."

"Huh?" Ah Qing, who was resting with a soft pillow in her arms and a happy expression on her face, was stunned for a moment when she heard this and said:

"Xiao An seems to have said he's afraid you'll pinch his bell, so he doesn't want to talk to you right now."

MoMo: "."

(End of this chapter)