Chapter 2955 Magic Modified Version

But coincidence, sometimes, comes so suddenly.

On the last lap, when the ugly duckling was about to use his strength and slap the ugly old face of the flying duck father, a wooden stick as thick as an arm fell from the sky for no reason and hit the ugly duckling accurately on the head.

In an instant, the whole world was spinning, and all sounds became blurred.

When the world returned to peace, the ugly duckling found that he could no longer stand up. At the same time, a chill gradually invaded his body and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

At the last moment of his life, the ugly duckling once again saw the ugly and old duck face of his father duck, and a sentence that he couldn't understand, but it was very clear: What a bad luck, this goose turned out to be gay!

After I finished telling the story about the magically modified version of the ugly duckling, the blue witch stared at me unblinkingly with her bright round eyes, her eyes full of longing.

"Are there any more?" She asked impatiently: "Are there any more after that? What happened to the ugly duckling that was killed, and what happened to the father duck?"

"this."

Facing her longing gaze, I couldn't bear to tell her that the story was over and there was no follow-up.

After holding it in for a while, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue with the magic modification.

"Well, the ugly duckling was naturally not wasted. It was made into a goose stewed in an iron pot. As for the father duck, its fate was actually not that good."

"Mother Duck saw that her beloved child, the ugly duckling, was made into a goose stewed in an iron pot, so she wanted to kill Father Duck, an old, ugly and incompetent guy. But she was a weak female duck. , how could she be Daddy Duck's rival, so she had to take advantage of Daddy Duck to go out and ask for help from her old lover, a big rooster who, although not young, was still going strong."

"The big rooster had long been angry that the father duck disliked the mother duck and refused to let other animals extend a hand of friendship to the mother duck. So that night, he and the mother duck discussed a trick that could also kill the duck. .”

"Early the next morning, when Father Duck was walking, the big rooster suddenly jumped out and pecked Father Duck's leg hard. This was a slight or severe blow, but it aroused Father Duck's anger. It was so angry that it thought to itself, 'You are a stinky cock, but you still dare to rub my duck legs, don't you want to live?'"

"So immediately, the father duck opened his mouth and pecked at the big rooster's eyes. This was to blind the big rooster! But although the big rooster was old and frail, he had rich fighting experience after all. He flapped his wings and flapped over, and then He let go of his feet and ran around in the farmhouse, while the father duck followed closely behind him, chasing and pecking like crazy."

"Just like that, a chicken and a duck chased each other for several minutes. The noise made other animals in the farmhouse unable to stop, and even woke up the real mastermind of the farmhouse, the farmer."

"The farmer happened to eat goose stewed in an iron pot yesterday. He felt that the taste was really good. He was having endless aftertaste when he was suddenly woken up. He felt unhappy, so he took the stick and went to the farmhouse to see what was going on. The result was revealed. After passing the iron fence, he saw Father Duck chasing the big rooster. He immediately became angry and drooled. He opened the gate, walked over a few steps, and hit Father Duck on the head with a stick. In an instant, So he sent this old and ugly daddy duck to the great will, and sent his body to the kitchen. After careful cooking, he made spicy duck. It tasted so fragrant. The kid next door They were all so greedy that they cried."

Chiliu.

It was the sound of swallowing saliva.

I looked at the Blue Witch in surprise, who wiped the corner of her mouth: "I also want to eat spicy duck."

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"Don't interrupt, listen to me." I said with a straight face, pretending to be displeased: "After sending the father duck to the great will, there will no longer be an obstacle between the big rooster and the mother duck. From now on, they We can jointly commemorate the passing of the poor baby, the ugly duckling."

"Okay, this story is finished, what do you think?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's full of twists and turns, it's exciting," the blue witch said, and then she showed her yearning eyes again: "But I want to eat spicy duck even more."

The corner of my mouth twitched, but I was secretly glad: Fortunately, I didn't tell her the story of 'Little Master', otherwise I would definitely be driven crazy by her.

After telling the story, the Blue Witch seemed to be more energetic, but the little hunting dog beside her was sleeping soundly and even snoring.

"Okay, it's getting late, go to bed quickly" I warned.

"Can't sleep," the blue witch murmured, "I feel hungry when I think of the spicy duck."

"Then don't think about spicy duck, think about Tuotuo."

The blue witch turned her head and looked at Tuotuo. As she looked at it, her saliva flowed out.

"Hey, hey! Wake up! Wake up! Tuotuo is your never-ending companion! You can't treat your companion like this!"

Wiping the corners of her mouth vigorously, the blue witch said firmly: "I know!"

But then, she whispered: "If you only eat one leg, it should be fine."

It was bright and clear the next day, and I didn’t hear Tuo Tuo’s miserable cry, and Tuo Tuo’s figure did not disappear from my sight, and she still looked cheerful. Thinking about it, the Blue Witch did not attack Tuo Tuo.

But the blue witch 'attacked' me. She pulled my sleeves and kept coquettishly telling me that she wanted to eat spicy duck.

Speaking of which, in this wilderness, apart from hares, there is not even a second kind of wild animal, let alone ducks. In this case, if you ask me to eat spicy duck, I am afraid you will miss peaches.

I ignored her coquettish behavior and dragged her forward. After walking for about an hour, she finally got tired and no longer acted coquettishly, but looked listless.

Her listlessness spread quickly and soon affected my mood. In desperation, I had no choice but to persuade her: "Hey, don't be upset, okay? When we get to town, I will personally cook spicy duck for you."

"Really?" She finally gained some energy.

"Really" I vowed.

"I have to add another goose stewed in an iron pot!" She requested again.

I nodded and agreed.

Now the blue witch was happy, she was back to full energy again, running around all the way, following Tuo Tuo to catch the hare.

Their starting point was just for fun, but they didn't expect to catch seven or eight of them, which was a blessing.

That night, there was another sumptuous roast hare meal. This time I cooked it myself. The roast was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, just right.

The mouths of the blue witch and the little hound are full of oil, and they are hideous and terrifying.

After eating and drinking, we once again lay side by side on the mats and stared at the sky.

The blue witch suddenly turned her head and said faintly: "Tell me another story. This time I want to hear a passionate one."