Chapter 2276 The Burnt Painting

But if you don’t eat, wouldn’t you be betraying the good intentions of Lord Fox Demon?

What if it’s a sweet fruit?

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After hesitating for a long time, the scholar put the fruit to his mouth.

For that eventuality, he could only take one risk.

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The scholar's wrinkled features gradually relaxed.

Why?

Not sour?

Is it sweet? !

The scholar's eyebrows relaxed.

"Master Fox Demon, this fruit is very sweet."

…

It wasn't until sunset that the scholar reluctantly left.

His steps were hurried.

I kept the unfinished painting in mind.

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"Lord Fox Demon?"

The scholar who came to the top of the mountain early in the morning looked around.

There is no fox demon in the tree.

other places......

He searched everywhere.

Nothing was gained.

...

Did he come too early?

Or did the fox demon have something to do and left temporarily?

The scholar held the painting in his arms, and his high mood before climbing seemed to have been poured cold water on.

There's not much left.

...

He took a deep breath.

A few more calls were made here and there.

Didn't get any answer.

He suddenly thought, even if the fox demon heard his voice... would the fox demon respond to him?

...

The scholar stood under the big tree.

He told the fox demon-sama yesterday that he would come over today...to take him to trace the fox demon-sama's painting...

Although the fox demon didn't say anything.

But he knew that Lord Fox Demon heard what he said...

The fox demon must have had something happen to him temporarily.

The scholar told himself this.

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It wasn't until the gorgeous sunset stung his eyes that he realized that he had waited all day? !

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Waiting for a day is not a problem.

However, even if he waited for a day, he still did not wait for the fox demon.

This disappointed him.

Is it a troublesome thing?

So one day is not enough?

The fox demon won't leave here, right?

The speculation that ran through his mind made the scholar stunned.

No way?

...

But if it's true...

The scholar lowered his head.

this painting......

...

He turned to look at the tree behind him.

Will not.

It's useless to think about it here now.

Maybe the fox demon will come back in the evening.

If he comes back tomorrow, he will find out what is going on.

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The scholar walked a few steps holding the painting.

Compared with the excitement and excitement he felt earlier, his mood at this time was really not good.

He stopped slowly.

After thinking for a while, he turned and walked towards the tree.

...

The scholar put his painting under the tree.

In this way, the fox demon will be able to see it when he comes back at night.

The scholar smiled.

Then he took a few steps back.

After thinking about it, he picked up the painting, stood on tiptoes, and placed the painting on a branch.

Dense overlapping green leaves blocked the picture.

...

The scholar's face showed a look of satisfaction.

I couldn't help but stay under the tree for a while.

Staring at the scroll hidden behind the branches and leaves, he was lost in thought.

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The scholar suddenly became excited.

It's getting late!

Last night, his parents repeatedly told him not to come home too late when he went out to play.

Don't go alone, bring a servant with you.

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It was impossible to bring a servant.

It would be bad if someone gossiped about the existence of the fox demon and caused unnecessary trouble.

The fox demon is his only secret.

...

The scholar walked quickly towards the steps in the mountain.

Soon, his figure disappeared at the steps.

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"Click~"

A crisp sound.

There was a snow-white figure on the originally empty tree.

The little white fox threw another fruit into his mouth.

When the food was almost done, the little white fox took a few steps gracefully.

It opens the picture. Tutufei

The painting shows a fox lying on a branch.

The posture is lazy and the eyes are smiling.

A sense of agility comes over my face.

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Just give it a try.

The little white fox nodded.

Suddenly, its ears moved.

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A few seconds later, a figure came out of the bushes.

He quickly walked to the tree, raised his head and tiptoed to pick up the scroll.

Soon, he rolled up the scroll and walked down the mountain.

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The little white fox on the tree tilted its head and stared at the man walking away.

"Chi~"

The little white fox curled his lips.

It stretched and jumped lightly.

The next second, it had landed firmly on the ground.

It turned and ran towards the woods behind.

A few days ago, it accidentally discovered a hot spring.

It likes it very much.

I'll take a dip from time to time.

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The scholar never came again.

The little white fox was not surprised either.

That fool.

He didn't even know he was being followed.

Even if you don't look at it, you know that the human being is probably locked up at home.

I probably won’t see him again in the future.

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The appearance of the scholar is like waves on the water.

After a few rounds of ripples, they disappeared.

The little white fox quickly forgot this episode.

It already knew it.

Even if you can see it, there may not be any connection.

What's more... fettered.

It is just a "flash in the pan" for scholars and scholars for it.

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On this day, the little white fox came out of the woods.

It still quite likes the view when lying on the big tree on the cliff.

Very open.

It will make the monster feel better.

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Um?

The little white fox's pupils shrank for a moment.

The tree, which originally had a dense and vibrant canopy, now looked miserable.

The tree trunks were full of charred branches and branches. Was this... struck by lightning?

The little white fox clicked its tongue.

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Um?

The little white fox walked under the tree.

This is……

It found broken pieces of paper among the ashes.

Paper……

The little white fox looked around.

I just found a few small scraps here.

The others must have been burned and blown away by the wind, right?

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The little white fox turned and looked up the mountain.

Is that scholar here again?

Did you send it another painting?

Is it the same person who took the painting away last time?

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Well……

After thinking about it for a while, the little white fox stopped caring.

Anyway...

The painting is gone.

A bolt of lightning struck the tree, and the tree caught fire, and the paintings on the tree were also damaged.

I have to say, this is quite a coincidence.

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This painting does not belong to it.

Maybe... God wants to tell it this?

It scoffed.

It doesn't care about the painting either.

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"That's the story."

The little white fox flicked its tail.

"I've already said it, it's a boring story..."

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"Hiss~"

White Snake couldn't help but nodded in agreement.

It's quite boring.

He also thought he could hear more exciting stories.

The result...is this?

White Snake is a bit boring.

Or the story between it and the previous law enforcer is much more interesting.

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"Did you not see him again later?"

Xiao Xiao lowered his eyes and touched the little white fox's head.

"there is none left."

The little white fox lay lazily, letting Xiao Xiao's hands move on his head.

The big tree was struck by lightning and set on fire.

Naturally, it has no interest in lying on a big tree full of burning smell.

It didn't go to the cliff for a long time.

Whether the scholar will come again...it's actually not clear.

Anyway, they never met again.