Order To Get Fat (奉旨发胖)

Chapter 46

    Little Phoenix was carrying a small package full of things he wanted to apologize to briquettes.

    He went around looking for a lot of times, passed the place where they had woken up the Dijun Forest Brigade, and passed the small snow slope where he and the small briquettes ate persimmons together.

    It was snowing heavily, and the little phoenix staggered and danced in the snow. He looked around and looked around eagerly, but couldn't find his small briquettes anywhere.

    Little Phoenix was a little frustrated. He consulted the old persimmon tree spirit: "Grandpa persimmon, have you seen a black phoenix that looks exactly like me recently? It's the one that ate persimmons with me last time. I  can't find him now."

    The old persimmon tree spirit said vaguely: "Well, I haven't seen it before, I'm old, and I don't have a good memory, and I can't remember very clearly."

    Xiao Fenghuang muttered "Oh". It's extremely cold today, and the small animals in the past couldn't come out of their nests. There was nothing on the snow except for the smooth traces of a bird passing by. Little Phoenix squatted in the snow and waited, thinking that he might not be able to wait for his briquettes today.

    He raised his little paws that were about to freeze, staggered a few steps, put his belly on the branch of the old persimmon tree spirit, and hugged himself tightly: "Grandpa persimmon, can I take shelter from the wind here?"

   He plucked a tail feather, put it under the tree, and said in a low voice, "I'll take a feather as a reward for you, okay?"

    The old persimmon tree spirit was a little disgusted: "Go, go, who wants to ? Your feathers, you birds poop and shed hair on top of my head all day long, I don't care."

    Little Phoenix squatted round, and was shaken by the sudden cold wind. He heard that the old persimmon tree spirit's tone had softened a little, so he happily stretched out his small wings, and the whole bird stuck to the persimmon tree spirit's skin.

    After all, the persimmon tree spirit is a tree. He was stuck by a chubby bird, and there was no way to throw the bird away, so he could only continue to shake his torso in disgust, and let the little phoenix crackle down. Dry branches and leaves: "Okay, little guy, make a fire yourself, and be careful not to burn me."

    Little Phoenix's eyes lit up, he rushed over a few steps, and plucked the dead branches and fallen leaves with his claws to form a ball. Then he swept the snow nearby with his small wings and swept away, and the little phoenix suddenly caught a glimpse of a black shadow passing through the grass next to him.

    Little Phoenix was stunned for a moment, and then overjoyed: "Balcoids!"

    He fluttered his wings and was about to fly over there, before the fire could even start. But the shadow in the grass didn't stop to wait for him, and the little phoenix called out several times with joy: "Balcoids! Small briquettes! Wait for me—ah!"

    His claws froze, and his little wings He was also frozen, and he couldn't fly very well. When he landed, he couldn't stand still, and he fell down with a slap, and then rolled down the small snow slope.

    Little Phoenix was scrambling to control his body, but he couldn't. He rolled faster and faster. He tried to stretch but couldn't.

    If you go to places such as protruding stone edges and corners, otherwise after you die, the next day, the whole fairyland will be rumored "Shocked! The accidental Nirvana of the Mahayana Phoenix is ​​just because of such a small thing!" Or "The cursed place! Fuli Palace What's the secret behind the snow slope?" and the like.