Mountain God's Little White Fox (IV)

"I only sell my labor, not my body!" The young man who did not succeed in his plot showed a regretful look, turned over and sat up, and began to unpack the big bag on the back of the little white fox - inside, in addition to a full set of tea sets and tablecloths that the blind mountain god had to bring, there was a whole big glutinous rice dumpling. Little white fox also rushed to sit up and stare, excited ears and tail are constantly shaking. The god of the mountain is generous this time, unlike every time before, only a small piece of petty break, this time he divided the glutinous rice dumplings into two halves and handed the little white fox one half. "Here, eat it." The mountain god announced with a smirk. "Now it's time for our picnic." So what followed was a god and a demon sitting side by side eating sticky rice balls. This valley is the mountain god's private collection, no one else knows, all the beauty of spring, and the whole glutinous rice dumplings are delicious, all for their exclusive enjoyment. And everything here, all set off so well, no matter one more or one less is not needed. "I know many other good places like this quiet, I will take you there on your next vacation." The god of the mountain is living and bragging, "This is a special benefit to follow me oh." The first thing you need to do is to show off. The little white fox rolled his eyes and took a big bite of the glutinous rice dumpling, the sweet and sticky taste was very useful, and his mood was good. Even look at the mountain god who is an eyesore also inexplicably smooth up. The mountain gods who usually put on a show in front of the mortals also have a silly look when they eat glutinous rice that sticks to the corners of their mouths and smiles foolishly. This is also very good. The little white fox lowered his head, paws covering his mouth to sneer. *** "Hmph, that's not good at all." In the one hundred and eighth time by the annoying crows pecked hair, so that now their proud oily fur is an almost bald piece, the little white fox still viciously threw the broom, and let out a resentful roar. This unlucky day is simply impossible to live on! Recently, I do not know what the reason is, the crows over the shrine more and more gathered, often a large black pressure, look ominous. They not only like to peck fox fur, but also leave bird droppings and feathers everywhere, and sometimes even steal the shiny decorations on the shrine, or knock over the candlesticks and fruit plates, the little white fox easily cleaned up the shrine and made a dirty mess, can be very angry. The little white fox, who has taken care of the shrine as his occasion, has complained countless times to the mountain god, but the other party does not seem to take his words to heart. Otherwise, he wouldn't have started by just smiling and telling him to leave those silly birds alone, but then he got tired of hearing them and deliberately ignored them with a blank face, reacting very sloppily. Little white fox heart aggrieved: I am helping you to maintain the shrine, you are too annoyed with me. I do not know if it is their illusion, the little white fox always feels that in recent days, the mountain god is not as energetic as before, to people and things are more than a few dragging indifference, the lazy state will be the little white fox's hard work set off a particularly solid. This makes the little white fox's heart displeasure grows day by day, now finally can't stand it, angry run to find the mountain god, only to see the other side is lying on the edge of the atrium nibbling watermelon with a casual face. I'm still angry with the bad crows. The little white fox's heart burned with anger, even the other party handed over the watermelon disdain to eat, crossed his arms, and questioned: "Those stinking crows are almost tossing the shrine to tear down, you still care or not?" "They are the messengers of the gods, here to do business." The mountain god spat out a row of watermelon seeds, still with the same careless expression, "You don't want to provoke them." They are the ones who came to mess with me first, okay? The little white fox a breath of air in the chest, by the mountain god this full of nonsense to fool the ghost of shameless behavior exploded hair, set up a stance owl pounced on the past.