The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 570 Hey! I, An, am here! Who dares to be disrespectful!
"Welcome, Mr. Fortune Fox!"

Lying on the bed, connected to the charger, Bashan Mosquito was typing in Chinese on social media when, as if noticing someone had entered the room, he glanced over and saw Master Fuli and Lin Bingyun standing by the window.

Bashan Mosquito looked delighted, picked up his phone, and held it up in front of Master Fuli: "I'm learning Chinese. I'm currently practicing word order and language logic, and I can type very fast now."

Bashan mosquitoes have never been to school; their language is learned through observing humans. They know the names of objects and some functional genetic information extracted from blood.

"How long did the Bashan mosquitoes keep cursing?"

Upon seeing his account and hundreds of posts on his phone screen, Master Fuli stared blankly at Lin Bingyun and asked.

"I came back at 9:30 in the morning, went online at 10:00, and by 11:30, the terms 'Longevity Club' and 'Longevity Potion' had become censored. After 1:00, all language-related terms related to 'longevity' became censorship trigger words."

Lin Bingyun glanced at her watch and gave Master Fuli a detailed report on Bashan Mosquito's learning progress.

"You have some insight."

Fuli Laoye couldn't help but complain that Bashan Mosquito's posts on social media all included tagging, practically tagging everyone in the Longevity Club to get scolded.

The wording used by the Bashan mosquito has also escalated from a personal curse in the morning to a warning about potential negative distance.

"However, I just can't understand why they don't ban the account."

"but!"

"The Bashan mosquito has a strong learning spirit, good job! I'll catch two spirit beasts for you later, you can suck on them as much as you want!"

Master Fuli looked pleased, raised his paw, patted Bashan Mosquito's knee, and highly praised Bashan Mosquito's reading method of combining learning with practice.

Scholars should be able to criticize others with reason and evidence!

"I'll suck harder!" Bashan Mosquito was delighted and thanked Master Fuli for the encouragement: "I will study hard!"

Frozen blood plasma tastes good, and beef and seafood have a decent protein content.

But none of these can compare to the blood of spirit beasts and the wonders of spirit granule potions.

"Hmm! Play on your phone more when you're free, and practice typing on the Little Bluebird app." Master Fuli said with a look of amazement.

It's absurd that my social media account still exists after spending half a day of effort on it.

Even more outrageous is that as soon as the Bashan mosquito started its attack, some people who had followed the Fuli Laoye account jumped in and joined the group.

in a sense.

Old Lin's influence is truly immense, forcing an international group to self-censor rather than ban its own account.

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"A Coke, with whiskey on the ice, please."

After browsing the information on social media, Master Fuli sat back on the sofa, stretched, and prepared to turn on his phone to watch Ah Qing's live stream for a while.

But before Master Fuli could even open the software, a series of "baa" sounds came from outside the door.

"Huh? They've arrived so quickly?" Master Fuli was taken aback. "Butler Lin, please open the door. Dao Langyang and Tang Lian from the Security Bureau are here."

Upon hearing this, Lin Bingyun went from the tour bus to the door to greet the security bureau staff.

Dao Langyang looked strange and ran onto the car first, where he saw Master Fuli lying on the chair, drinking cola.

Tang Lian carried the black rabbit onto the car, followed by a middle-aged man wiping sweat with a handkerchief.

In early October, the temperature in northern China at night is around ten degrees Celsius, and it may drop to single digits in the early morning; the weather is not hot.

But the middle-aged man following behind Tang Lian was sweating profusely, his suit and tie were undone, and his face showed a tense expression.

"Who is this"

Upon seeing the stranger, Master Fuli paused for a moment, then spoke in human language to ask Tang Lian a question.

"He is Tang Hongyu, the young master of the Chunshan Grassland Scenic Area, or you could say the current de facto manager. We are from the same town, so we usually call him Uncle Hongyu," Tang Lian introduced the middle-aged man beside him to Master Fuli.

When Master Fuli wanted to borrow something from the Spring Mountain Grassland, Tang Lian thought for a moment and then called over the actual manager.

"Oh, you're mistaken!"

"No need for Uncle Hongyu, Xiaoyu is fine." Tang Hongyu wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I've already heard the whole story from Tang boy, it's a good thing!"

"Could it be... the district chief called you?" Seeing Tang Hongyu's unnatural expression, Master Fuli asked him with a strange look. "If so, you don't need to be afraid. We just want to borrow your speaker." "No, the call was from the city." Tang Hongyu said with a wry smile.

Master Fuli: "."

The ones in the city seem to be more expensive than those in the district, right?
"This matter is extremely important. The higher-ups have instructed me to provide the best possible assistance," Tang Hongyu said, looking at Master Fuli. "It concerns the stability and prosperity of Botou. This responsibility has suddenly fallen on my shoulders, and I'm extremely anxious."

Although the information Tang Hongyu heard over the phone contained some exaggerations.

However, Xia Kingdom is currently on its National Day holiday, a crucial period for boosting its tourism economy throughout the year.

However, Botou City encountered the breaking ground of the ancient ruins beyond the Great Wall, where various forces were fiercely fighting each other.

Originally, this matter had nothing to do with Botou, but certain forces dared not directly attack the Security Bureau, so they set their sights on Botou City, attempting to use it as a pretext to attack.

During the National Day holiday, people came and went.

Throwing a firecracker into a crowd can cause panic and trigger one or two stampedes, which is enough to keep the security bureau and local authorities busy for days on end.

Botou is developing its tourism economy, and for this purpose, the entire organization has been busy for several years, meeting with the heads of various scenic spots to explain the benefits of not slacking off and to outline the blueprint for future plans, explaining the pros and cons one by one.

It's a crucial time for promotion and building a good reputation.

Master Fuli said that being able to summon animals and spirit beasts from the grasslands to help is naturally a good thing.

This is equivalent to adding another layer of filtering on top of the original defenses, thus increasing the margin for error.

"If it weren't for the border line, the higher-ups would have loved to assemble an iron torrent and crush them directly, giving the tourists who came from afar a taste of their own medicine and executing the thieves."

Tang Hongyu recounted the whole incident, and also explained why he was nervous.

Botou is famous for producing tanks.

The tank was just sitting there.

Now all that's missing is the thief.

But it's hard to say who the thief is; it could be the one who caused the chaos, or it could be the one who held them back.

"Don't worry! I know what I'm doing. Just let the lead singer know that when I go on stage, I can use the microphone for two minutes."

An Sheng spoke with great conviction.

Upon hearing this, Tang Hongyu immediately made arrangements, dialing the concert organizer's number on his mobile phone and instructing him to communicate with the lead singer via wireless headset.

Meanwhile, Master Fuli was ready and turned his gaze toward Daolang Yang, who was smoking a cigarette to the side.

"Huh?" Dao Langyang was taken aback, looking puzzled. "Master Fuli, what are you trying to do by looking at me like that?"

"Don't you think it would look very awkward and silly for me to go on stage alone?"

"Uh"

After a while.

Black Rabbit took the lead, while Dao Lang Sheep, carrying Master Fu Li, began a sheep charge.

The three spirit beasts, with a purpose and a goal, bypassed the crowd at the concert venue and ran wildly from backstage to the stage.

The guitarist and lead singer, seeing the fox, sheep, and rabbit run onto the stage without any hindrance, already had a clear idea in his mind, and intentionally or unintentionally moved a little distance away from the microphone.

"Waaaaah~ Waaaaah!"

The fox's sharp whimpering echoed through the microphone, spreading directly across the grassland and into the surrounding towns.

"?"

The Tibetan fox, which had been crouching low, paused for a moment after hearing the whimper of the old fox, then raised its head and cast a question mark at the Spring Mountain Grassland.

What the hell!

Can our fox clan be this arrogant?

A fox takes on an entire grassland.

(End of this chapter)