NFBE Chapter 1710 [Fufu's Bizarre Adventure 102]
Chapter 1710 [Fufu's Bizarre Adventure 102]
Chapter 1710 [Fufu's Bizarre Adventure 102]
The face of the fox, who looked almost unchanged from a dozen years ago, was squatting on the snow, holding a fist-sized dried insect in his hands and biting it with a crunching sound, looking like a hungry squirrel.
The awe-inspiring aura that she had originally possessed like a goddess had already completely collapsed.
Fu Fu took a portable camera and took several photos in succession. Then she squeezed next to Xixi, holding the camera with one hand and holding Xixi's shoulders with the other hand. "Come on, Sister Xixi, look at the camera and smile~."
The moment she saw this ageless beauty with her own eyes, she decided to go her own way.
The puffy-cheeked蛆 raised his head in confusion, and a strong light flashed in front of his eyes.
"Clap-"
"Okay!" Fu Fu put away the camera contentedly, and took out a dried insect from the bag and handed it to Xixi.
Watching her continue to chew the food, I somehow felt like I was feeding a small animal.
The research class monitor and the third-term group leader were also busy.
The leader of the research class was holding a tape measure and walking around the huge purple wind dragon, constantly measuring and recording data from various parts of its body.
Looking at the changes in the data on the notebook, the middle-aged dragon man looked amazed and kept making "tsk tsk" sounds.
The leader of the third group secretly came behind the girl, holding a pair of small scissors in her hand, and cut off a small piece of the tentacle tip that was shining with colorful lights from the latter's skirt.
The tentacles were damaged, and the entire living feather coat twitched, causing the dragon to shiver.
"ah!"
"They actually share the pain? This is no longer ordinary symbiosis. They are able to combine to this extent. The biotechnology in the Fenglong area is truly amazing." The leader of the third group muttered to himself as he put away the tentacle samples he had just collected into a test tube.
"Don't do this, it will hurt."
Xixi aggrievedly pulled the tassels of her skirt that were floating behind her to the front of her body, curled up into a ball and hugged it, fearing that the leader of the third group would secretly cut her again.
Fu Fu stretched out her fingers and poked the large ball of translucent gel-like "clothing" in Xixi's arms. The soft and elastic feel was so addictive.
Zhuzhu subconsciously shrank back, and the color of Yueyu Tianmu in her arms changed at a faster frequency, sometimes bright yellow, sometimes pink, like colorful lights.
Fu Fu suddenly had the urge to hold Xixi's face and squeeze it hard, but thinking that the other party was her elder after all, she gritted her teeth and endured it.
Damn it, she finally understood what her mom meant when she said "gives people the feeling that they want to bully her."
The cicada doesn’t have a big appetite and can be full with just two dried insects.
She clapped her hands and stood up. The Moon-Feathered Sky Mother, which was wrapped around her like a feathered garment, stretched out in the wind, like the fins of a goldfish floating in the calm water.
If it weren't for the insect leg hanging from the corner of her mouth, she would look quite elegant.
Fu Fu helped her remove the food crumbs from the corners of her mouth, then took out her portable camera again and took a few pictures. She then asked her to stand in front of the majestic purple wind-drifting dragon and took a few more pictures.
These photos are great whether you sell them for money or show them off to your friends.
It wasn't until the film ran out that she got back to business.
"Oh, by the way, in addition to the dried insects just now, mom also prepared a lot of things for you, cold-proof clothes, secret medicine, and low-temperature resistant ink."
Fu Fu was rummaging through the luggage on the sled. "Oh, I almost forgot about this. This saddle is also for Sister Xixi!"
If my dad hadn't reminded me, I would have thought this thing was for my uncle.
Gu Gu happily accepted the gifts, but when it came to the huge, exquisitely shaped saddle, she paused.
"I don't like wearing saddles, Xiao Zi, and I don't need one."
Perhaps because it had not used human language for a long time, Xixi spoke a little haltingly.
Looking at the purple wind-drifting dragon, who was naked and wearing nothing unnatural, Fu Fu put down the saddle and said, "Is that so? Then I'll take this back with me?"
At this moment, Xixi stretched out her hands and embraced the dragon saddle that was almost bigger than her. "Please say thank you to Sister Gale for me. I can use this as a bed."
"Uh, that's fine." Fu Fu scratched her cheek. "By the way, Sister Qiqi, do you remember Ms. Ota and Mr. Scar? They were..."
Heihe nodded vigorously, "Of course I remember! Are they all okay?"
Facing the somewhat anxious question from Xixi, Fufu was stuck, and after a while she said, "Ms. Ota and Mr. Scar are both fine. They miss you very much."
"And the archery uncle. I mean, where is Uncle Kurt?" asked Xixi with a happy look on her face.
Fu Fu secretly raised her head, glanced at the other person, and whispered, "That gentleman seems to have left a few years ago."
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The eyelids of the girl drooped, and the tassels of the feathery robe fluttering around her seemed to have lost their vitality and fell down.
Fu Fu, who had never experienced this before, didn't know how to comfort her.
I wanted to joke about the picture book before, but now I can’t do that.
"Sorry." Xixi raised her head and showed a somewhat wooden smile, "Let's stop here. I'll go back first this time."
As she spoke, she quickly walked to the side of the purple wind dragon that was perched nearby, as if she was trying to escape from something.
The Fengpiaolong roared and flapped its huge wings to stir up the wind and snow. When the snowflakes dispersed, the man and the dragon had disappeared.
"Should I not have brought this up?" Fu Fu felt a little regretful.
If I had known that I would come to the New World, I should have asked them to write a letter to Xixi before saying goodbye to Mr. Scar and the others. That way, Xixi might have felt better.
"It's not a matter of right or wrong. Hiding things is never a solution." The research class leader put away the notebook filled with new data, "But I have a suggestion for you.
Next time, don’t tell the good news first. When people are happy, suddenly you drop bad news. Most people can’t stand the ups and downs of emotions.
Forget it, you are still young, you will understand these things slowly in the future."
"I don't want to learn these," Fu Fu muttered softly.
"Although there are still some research goals that have not been achieved, the timing is obviously not right this time." The leader of the third group put down his pipe and exhaled a puff of smoke. "Go back and let Miss Qiqi calm down for a while."
The three of them packed their luggage in silence, sorted out the rigging, and prepared to leave here and go to a nearby camp to spend the night.
But at this moment, the heart-pounding roar of dragon wings came again from overhead.
The purple wind dragon, which had been gone for only a few minutes, landed in front of them again, and the dragon almost rolled and crawled down along the dragon's wings.
The tears frozen by the cold wind almost blocked her eyelashes, and it was obvious that she had just cried bitterly.
Seeing that the three people had not left yet, her tears burst out again. She ran a few steps quickly, staggered and hugged the dazed Fu Fu, her tears and snot all over her.
"I want to write a letter, but I can't read. I want to see everyone, I want to talk to everyone, wow! I don't want to only hear about someone's absence anymore!"
"Well, then let's go back and take a look?" Fu Fu said somewhat at a loss.
After crying for a while, Xixi finally calmed down. She loosened her arms around Fufu and sniffed, "No, Xiaozi is still young. She needs to be taken care of."
The purple wind-drifting dragon, whose size was almost beyond the growth limit of its species, blew out two streams of hot air from its nose in a very humane way, flapped its wings, and the strong wind blew the sled onto the sled.
Then it flapped its wings violently and flew away without looking back.
(End of this chapter)