Little Weasel has been cultivating in Xiaopo Mountain for hundreds of years. Old Boss Yang counted with his fingers that Little Weasel would have great luck in ten years and it would be a good year to ask for the title. Little Weasel happily grabbed his precious sickle and went down the mountain to find someone to ask for the title.
Little Weasel: Fellow fellow, do you think I look like a human being? Young Master: I see you as obedient and obedient as I say. Look east and you will never look west. I say moon and you will never look at the stars. You are half an inch shorter than me, your skin is half a shade darker than mine. Your appearance is slightly inferior to mine. Your talents are second only to mine. You are strong, smart and agile. My exclusive little bodyguard.
The little weasel withered like a fallen leaf, its eyes were cracked and it whined in pain, then rolled its eyes and fainted. In the end, the human form was transformed, but when I became a guard, a laundry worker, a handyman, a horseman, a cook, a book boy, I also told myself that it was so hard to repay a favor. It was too hard and I wanted to go back to the mountains...
Duan Yangxi: Forever fragrant, always chic, always serving the world...
Futu: When you fall asleep, I will fart in your bed...
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