Chapter 040 Chapter 40
I don't know why, but Liuhe has suddenly become more diligent recently. Less than a week after the last chapter was updated, readers received another update reminder for the comic. Not only that, he released more than one chapter this time.
It’s just that Liuhe seems to be keen on releasing updates at midnight every day, as if he is stuck on some metaphysics.
[Oh my god! Is this an illusion? Has the old thief updated? ]
[I know that children who stay up late will have food to eat wow wow wow wow wow]
【Front row photo! 】
[Why are you so diligent this time, old thief? You just blinked when you were threatened. 】
【Little White Chick, Little White Chick, here I come】
After seeing the last comment, Mo Xuanji's hand that was scrolling the screen suddenly froze.
At the end of the previous episode, Liuhe drew his true form. In other words, now tens of thousands of ordinary humans know that Kugo's true form is actually a furry little kid.
Although this setting has made his popularity rise to a new level, but... but this is just as socially deadly as broadcasting his dark history on a big screen at some important ceremony in his life. Even if readers don't even know that there is such a person as Mo Xuanji in the world.
If nothing unexpected happens, there will definitely be a shot of him in person in the new episode.
"System, how about..."
The cool guy who never knew how to write "retreat" had the idea of retreating for the first time.
"Why, even you are afraid of other people's opinions? This is not like you." The system used provocation to Mo Xuanji.
"I'm not worried about that... Never mind, I'll just watch." Mo Xuanji clicked in with a fearless expression.
Unexpectedly, this time the comic camera is not focused on the protagonists, but in a strange room.
To be more precise, it was an office. The room was full of life, but there was not much decoration, only a painting hanging on the wall. The documents on the desk were piled up randomly, leaving some space for the chessboard.
The sun was shining brightly at this time. A man in navy blue ancient costume sat at his desk with interest, humming a song and gently wiping a chess piece. On the chessboard was a half-finished chess game, and there was a cup of hot tea on the side.
The office door seemed peaceful and tranquil. However, the next second, the door was violently kicked open.
"Mr. Shen, what did you say in the secret letter just now? The children of our tribe who are stranded outside?" The man came in with an imposing manner, holding a letter in his hand.
"Why are you still so irritable at your age? Come sit down and have a cup of tea."
"Don't be so arrogant. There's no one here except the two of us." The visitor impatiently picked up the teacup and drank it all. In the comic, the box next to him showed his identity: the current acting chief of the Feather Tribe, Yan.
"Okay." The man named Shen returned to his usual lazy look and casually put the chess piece back.
"Before coming here, I questioned all the guys in the tribe, and not one of them admitted to losing a cub." Yan put the teacup heavily on the table and stared at the person in front of him aggressively. A memory also came to his mind: a Q-version green peacock was whipping a row of hung birds with a small whip with a fierce look in his eyes, and he was still muttering "Speak or not? Speak or not? Speak or not?"
"You know what this news means to the Feather Tribe. If I find out it's fake, even... I will beat your head off."
"Do you think I'm the type to make such a boring joke?" Shen Linan spread his hands and showed a very shameless expression: "Although we don't usually get along well, there's no need for me to lie to you about this, Xiao Sanhuo."
"My name is Yan!" The wise and powerful acting chief couldn't help but stand up and slam the table hard. A crisp cracking sound instantly brought him back to his senses. He sat down quickly with a serious expression: "If the child is really a cub of the Feather Clan, then it means... the Feather Clan's luck has not been cut off, so is he also... still alive?"
Yan opened his mouth, but seemed to be choking on the second half of the sentence, and it took him a long time to force out a sound.
Shen Linan didn't say anything.
[Both of these are my favorites! A new wall has appeared! ]
[Okay, three fires, no problem, three fires! ]
[Wow, two new characters appeared this time. The cub of the Feather Tribe, could it be Xuanji?]
[I am dying of laughter. This Q version is somewhat funny. 】
[Just a note. This "he" feels like he will be an important character! It's definitely not easy for him to be tied to the fortune of the clan.]
[I think so too, +1 for ward placement]
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"Aren't you going to go see that child? To be honest, when I found out the child's true identity, even I was shocked."
"I'll go." Yan said this and turned to leave. When he was about to step out of the door, someone behind him suddenly called him.
Shen Linan pointed at the door full of cracks and the wall that was constantly falling apart: "Three hundred thousand spirit stones, remember to report the repair."
"What era is this? You still want spirit stones? And three hundred thousand? Are you robbing?"
"If it was any other door, you could just break it. But the material for this door was given to me by your clan leader." Shen Linan showed an innocent smile.
The acting clan leader looked at him deeply, cursed him twice in a low voice, and quickly took down the door: "I will let Beiyuan give you the spirit stone, and I will take the door away."
"Wait, where are you going with my door?"
"What do you mean your door? It's mine now!" Fearing that Shen Linan would come out and snatch it away, Yan hurriedly put the wooden door into the storage bag, turned into a streak of light and left quickly.
"Hey! Remember to give me the spirit stone!" Shen Linan showed a triumphant smile. After the stream of light completely disappeared, the smile on his face gradually faded.
It was a barely audible whisper, and the comics didn't reveal it.
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Mo Xuanji frowned and flipped through the pages. Although they were short, they contained an overwhelming amount of information.
"Who is this 'he'? My intuition tells me that he is most likely the chief." Shen Liuxue said before that the chief of the Feather Tribe had gone into seclusion, so he delegated his power to the acting chief and never appeared in public again. But now, according to the information shown in the comics, if he is not mistaken, something may have happened to the chief, and he is now in a state of life or death. And the Feather Tribe kept this a secret.
"Are cubs and luck linked?" Mo Xuanji asked directly. The system knows a lot of things, so it's better to ask directly than to waste time investigating.
"Well. It's better to say that luck affects the cubs. If the luck of a clan continues to decline, after reaching a certain limit, the number of newborn cubs will decrease year by year until no cubs are born at all. In this case... the luck is basically cut off. When the monsters that are still alive die, this clan will completely disappear." The system's voice was a little heavy.
"Can the life or death of a human or a demon affect one's destiny?"
"No. Not even a divine beast can do it." The system paused, and continued: "It is very likely that the Feather Tribe used some secret technique to cause the current situation."
Mo Xuanji sighed and continued reading. He clicked on the next page without warning, and was shocked.
The next page of the comic goes straight to the ward. A cute little white ball is sitting on a cushion, looking at the mirror in front of him with despair. The soul of the cool guy is directly abstracted into "The Scream". At this time, the two little friends next to him are still comforting him.
Liuhe, who lacks great virtue, deliberately drew him very fluffy, using only two thin short lines as legs. In such a strong contrast, the thin ones are thinner, and the fat... no, the round ones are rounder.
The comments section exploded.
[Hahahahahahahahahahaha cool brother, why are you so round? Hahahahahahaha]
[Isn't it solid? Hahahahaha]
[Hahahahaha help me, this is so cute, I really want to raise a little chick like this! ]
[I understand. I will adopt a fat little dog today and wait for it to grow into a beautiful boy.]
[Such a cute little thing is going to be sucked bald by a monster! ]
[The old thief did a good thing after all, hahahahahaha]
What follows is just laughter from the wicked netizens.
Mo Xuanji closed his eyes expressionlessly, thinking, Damn, let's destroy this awful world.
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Just like what happened in real life, the door of the ward was kicked open in a hurry. In order to highlight the comic effect, the wall of the comic seemed to have spider cracks growing under the door's love. It was also falling apart.
"Shen Linan! Where the hell did you hide our cubs!!" The acting chief, who had searched most of the school hospital but couldn't find any cubs, became increasingly irritable and began to suspect that this bastard had thrown away his bottom line for fun.
The two of them were frightened by the noise.
When Yan finally saw the cub he had been thinking about, two lines of tears flowed down his cheeks. He flashed over, picked up the cub and examined it carefully, feeling relieved and heartbroken at the same time, and scolded Shen Linan in his heart. Although he knew that Shen Linan had nothing to do with this, Yan didn't need a reason to scold him.
"Oh, my dear, you have suffered a lot in these years..." He hugged Mo Xuanji tightly. The weak, pitiful and helpless little Ji was buried in his chest for a long time and couldn't breathe. He could only cry out weakly: I am suffocating.
Shen Liuxue and Zhu Changan stood far behind with an expression of "subway, old people, and mobile phones". On the small bubble frame were the outside world's evaluation of the acting clan leader.
However, each one is completely opposite to what is shown in the picture.
[Hahahaha it appeared! Facial cleanser! ]
[Hahahaha, no one cares about Xuan Ji? He’s almost suffocated to death]
【I am so happy】
[There are so many emoticons in this episode][Subway, old man, mobile phone single/double version.jpg]
There is even a picture of Xiaoji struggling, with "Life" written on Yan's chest and "I" written on Xiaoji's head: [Crushed by the passion of life.jpg]
The system laughed so hard that it rolled back and forth in its sea of consciousness. "Hurry up and save these emoticons. I want to collect them."
"Don't even think about it!" Mo Xuanji was so angry that she covered her phone to prevent it from seeing it.