Mountain God's Little White Fox (V)

This fight is different from the previous jokes and fights, if one side is with the gas, there will be little restraint in the hands, after a few rounds, the other side is also enraged, and both sides began to hit without weight, and the more you fight the more fire. At the end of the fight, each side took off the force, sitting on the big gasp. "You say!" The little white fox held his breath and questioned. "Why would you rather turn to those obnoxious crows than to help me as a friend!" "Friend?" The mountain god revealed a complicated expression, his eyes darted, then turned to a light smile, "Don't get me wrong, you're just my servant." The little white fox felt that if it looked at the mountain god one more time, it would be so angry that it would vomit blood and faint, no need to doubt, for sure. So it decisively turned around, took its tail to the mountain god, raised its four little legs, and stomped back to its little room, just to pack up its bag and run away immediately. But in fact, it has nothing to pack, came with only himself, and now there are only some small objects that the god of the mountain once gave it. Like a cherry blossom petal in spring, or a maple tree's red leaf in autumn. Hoo-hoo, cheapskate, even the staff benefits given to me are these worthless broken things. The little white fox spat madly while carefully putting these things that it had just disliked into its bag and putting them away. After all, the secret beauty that the mountain god shared with it at that time was really good, and those happy memories ...... were also really good. The little white fox's resentment flattened a little bit of sadness. "Come on, don't make a fool of yourself, people don't even consider me a friend, they just want to recruit a silly working little servant." The little white fox thought of what the mountain god had said earlier about being a jerk, and was furious again, "In that case, my previous debt for stealing glutinous rice dumplings was paid off long ago, and it's time to leave this hellhole." It put the small bag around its neck and ran majestically to the atrium, shouting in the direction of the room where the mountain god was: "Hey, stupid mountain god, I'm leaving! No one answered. The little white fox raised his voice and yelled some more: "This time I want to go!" There was still no response. Until the little white fox three steps forward and two steps back, dilly-dallying for most of the day before stepping out of the shrine gate, no one has said anything to stop. "Bastard mountain god." The little white fox looked back at the shrine in the twilight, stretched out his front paws, and rubbed the corners of his reddened eyes, "I never want to come back." The little white fox didn't know that when it was furiously heading down the mountain, a teenager was sitting against the wall in the corner of the room with an expression of exhaustion and loss it had never seen before. "Stupid fox, you hurry up and go farther." He held in his hand a small fox doll tied with a small ball of white fur, tilted his head to look out the window at the flock of crows that kept gathering and sighed softly. "Thanks a lot for this time." The little white fox has been wandering outside for several days and feels a little subtle. It used to be this free and easy, but where does it seem to be not quite the same? Especially when occasionally encountering mountain people, they were respectfully addressed as "the mountain god's messenger" and offered food. I am no longer ...... little white fox can not open their mouth to explain, but is also embarrassed to pick up the mountain people's offerings, can only turn around and run to the dense forest. Running and running, it rained. Oh, what bad luck. The little white fox complained in his heart, into the hole of an old tree to hide from the rain, arms tightly protecting their small package.