Chapter 92
That night, the comics were updated.
At this time, Mo Xuanji, who had just escaped from the "clutches of love" of his tribe, crawled out from the grass with lingering fear and breathed a sigh of relief.
It's so scary. Being dragged by a group of muscular men to work out is really scary. He really can't lift such a heavy barbell.
Thinking of the scene just now at the training ground, Mo Xuanji couldn't help but shiver all over.
Before him stood a creature even larger than Yan. The tribesmen gathered in a circle, watching him eagerly, even cheering him on. Mo Xuanji was deeply moved, but also genuinely afraid. What if he lost his balance and fell to the ground? Would the two discuses slide down the pole and crush him to a pulp? Just like in Tom and Jerry.
The system hesitated to speak, its tone heavy and tears streaming down its face: "My dear, if it really doesn't work out, let's just run away. Don't force it. You are now the last remaining member of the Feather Tribe. Daddy really can't bear to see you become like that, wuwuwuwu."
So Mo Xuanji ran away, as if he had made some kind of decision, and never looked back.
Facts have proved that escaping is shameful but useful. Although the Erkang Hand of his tribesmen made him feel a little guilty, at least he no longer has to worry about being beaten into a cake for a short time.
But the next scene is more or less a bit weird. Mo Xuanji is running wildly in the front, and the bird behind is chasing him while lifting weights, shouting "freedom" and "happiness", "bond" and "faith".
"Damn it, don't underestimate the bond between the Feather Tribe and Iron, kid! Try it a few more times and you'll fall in love with this feeling!"
"We don't want it!" Mo Xuanji and the system shouted in protest.
Fortunately, the Feather Tribe's territory was winding, with numerous trees and obstacles. After a few rounds, the terrifying pursuers disappeared. To be on the safe side, Mo Xuanji simply dove into the haystack and hid there until nightfall.
After observing for a few days, he found that the Feather Tribe still maintained the most primitive daily routine, working from sunrise to sunset. After sunset, it was the rest time for each bird. Unless there was a large-scale activity, everyone usually went back to their own homes and did not disturb each other. Even if there was something to do, they had to leave it until tomorrow.
Sure enough, after dark, no more birds passed through the area. The "pursuers" must have gone home. Mo Xuanji waited for a while before emerging from the bushes and sneaking back home.
But what he didn't know was that at this moment, a tree behind him was full of muscular brothers with kind faces.
One of the wings held up its face, and a pink heart gradually appeared in its eyes: "Wow wow wow, the serious look on the little cub's face is so adorable. Does he think he's playing hide-and-seek with us?"
"Hehehe, cub thought he had gotten away, but he didn't know his every move was clearly visible to us, hehehehehe."
"Why are you laughing like a villain?" The brother below punched him.
"As expected of Master Phoenix's offspring, he's quite the old man's demeanor, hehe." A guy quietly pulled out his phone and snapped away at Mo Xuanji's back. But it was clear this guy wasn't familiar with electronics—he'd forgotten to turn off the flash. After a few bursts of shots, the tree flashed furiously, as if it had been targeted by lightning.
A bird not far away opened its window, covered its blinded eyes, and cursed in bird language: "Who is so wicked as to dance in a tree?"
"Help, how do I turn this thing off?!"
"Click." A large hand appeared, finally shutting off the sinister flashlight. After the bright light, darkness suddenly descended, and the companions, whose optic nerves had not yet reacted, became blind one by one.
"Thank you so much. Which family member is it? I'll make you some stewed potatoes tomorrow!"
"It's me." The acting clan leader's cold voice came from behind, and every bird present froze. Yan, with a stern face, took the phone away. "I've told you so many times, cub's still young, don't force him to lift weights, don't take secret photos, you all don't learn your lesson, do you?"
"Hey, hey, boss, listen to our explanation... Ouch! Oh! Ah——"
"Confiscate your cell phones. Go to bed when it's time. I'll count to three. Whoever leaves last will have to get up early tomorrow to dig potatoes." As soon as the words were spoken, the group of guys ran away holding their heads and screaming, completely forgetting that they still had wings.
Yan stood there, maintaining a serious expression, his hands clasped behind his back. After the last bird ran away, Yan quickly pulled out his phone and forwarded all the photos to himself, then deftly deleted the records—the whole process took no more than two seconds. After doing all this, he resumed his usual stern demeanor and left with his hands behind his back.
Mo Xuanji was completely oblivious to what was happening behind him. He opened the door, climbed into bed, and dove under the covers in one go. After a moment's rest, he pulled out his phone and opened a comic.
Strange, what else can Liuhe paint when it's already holiday? Mo Xuanji wondered doubtfully.
[Dangdang! Holiday Special: When the protagonists go home for the holidays...]
This title made Mo Xuanji's eyes go dark.
【Hi, hi, hi, here comes the spicy food! 】
[Hey, is this a daily sweet treat? ]
[Rubbing hands excitedly]
[This episode is actually from Xuanji's wife's perspective]
The cover of this episode shows Mo Xuanji sitting on a bus, his calm gaze gazing through the glass window at the camera. He is wearing a simple casual outfit and a Bluetooth headset.
This was exactly what he wore when he took the bus home. Mo Xuanji was shocked: "Wait, didn't they say that if there is no plot point, Liuhe will not be drawn?"
"Don't panic, he may want to draw the Feather Clan." The system comforted him.
At the mention of the Feather Clan, Mo Xuanji fell strangely silent. Indeed, from the perspective of a comedic comic, every frame of the Feather Clan was perfect material.
But Liuhe obviously didn't think so. He started painting directly from Mo Xuanji's grandmother's house.
As the plot developed, Mo Xuanji's expression gradually changed from fear at the beginning to numbness. When he appeared in a red image, his heart finally died.
[She appeared. It was the grandma Xuanji mentioned!]
Ah. She looks so kind and sweet. Reminds me of my grandmother.
[A classic greeting from the older generation: You've lost weight. My grandma said the same thing when I came back from vacation, even though I actually gained 20 pounds.]
[Hahaha, Xuanji's wife is still so popular with the birds. Human-shaped bird stand.jpg]
[Ji...Jizi? Am I seeing right? This is our cool guy's nickname?]
[Yes, you read that right, it's super cute! My girly heart is about to explode.]
[Hey, little one, hey...why isn't he a little one?]
[There's a kind of cold called grandma feeling you're cold... Wait, grandma, what are you holding in your hand? (Screaming)]
【Hahahahahahaha, a very popular suit! 】
[Grandma, please use your grandson's face properly—]
"How handsome! This is how pretty birds like it."
In the comic, Mo Xuanji has a look on his face that says, "I'm tired, let's destroy it!" But he still obediently accepts the change. The red cotton-padded jacket, red cotton-padded pants, and red cotton-padded shoes make Mo Xuanji look so down-to-earth and handsome for the first time. The comments section and the barrage of comments are all bursting with laughter.
[Although I resisted, I still put it on obediently]
[Hahahaha Grandma’s love——]
[Don’t let our cool guys wear weird clothes, hahahahahaha]
【The male god’s black photo, get】
The speed at which unscrupulous netizens create is a mystery. Less than an hour after the comic was updated, outrageous fan creations appeared. Links to all sorts of wacky and cheesy music videos flooded the comment section, with comments calling them eye-watering. Of course, the protagonists in all of these are Mo Xuanji, and they're the limited edition red edition.
"Red is destruction! Blue is indifference! Green is disguise! White is nothingness! Black is the destination!"
I don’t agree with Chelsea not having a golden team.
Every year when the peach blossoms bloom, I think of someone
[Burial... no, Ji Tiandi? ]
When the flowers bloom, come and see me.
I still think handsome guys’ heads shouldn’t be flying out of roses in piles.
[How about turning into a butterfly and flying out?] [Video link]
[Pokes his own eyes, but it’s so magical, I like it so much hahahahahahaha]
Mo Xuanji closed his eyes in agony, banging his head against the wall in his mind. He shouldn't have clicked on this. These things were even more obsessive than the one that pinched your hips last time. After watching it once, the melody was almost etched in his mind.
Curiosity kills!
[It’s so warm chatting in the yard, and grandma’s personality is so cute hahahaha]
Xuanji: I am the only reliable one in this family.
[Hahaha, it was hatched by an old hen. Isn’t this similar to when adults used to trick children into thinking that babies were hatched from under their armpits?]
[As expected of Xuanji's wife, her birth method was so unusual, but what kind of operation is this cooked up!]
[Hahahaha, such a big egg, but it turned out to be such a small one. I understand. This is the concentrated essence!]
【Passing by】
Liuhe had deliberately used a chibi-style illustration to depict Grandma Mo's memories, creating a warm yet slightly humorous scene. Mo Xuanji watched as the two-headed grandma laboriously tossed eggs into the pot, adding water and firewood, occasionally slicing carrots.
[Strange, why did Yuheng's wife throw the eggs so far away? Although grandma said it lightly, Xuanji was almost turned into a dead egg at that time.] Someone suddenly realized that something was wrong.
[It's easy to hide things in the mountains, right?]
[This stone platform doesn't seem quite right either. Is there a pattern on it?]
As something of a memory, the "stone platform" also has a Q-version style, but netizens still noticed something wrong from the clues.
[This looks like an altar? Look at the placement of these stones. They appear scattered, but they seem to form a pattern.]
[Oh no... this, this, this, just a blind guess, Xuanji is the sacrifice? ]
[Hiss~ I hope I'm just over-interpreting this. If my wife is truly a sacrifice, then with this old thief's nature, there will definitely be a lot of stabbings in the future.]
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