Chapter 308

"Follow the beat, rows four and five, ying, give me a shocking epic bass, rows two and five, short ying, rows one and three, long ying, shake your heads, we're making money!"

Aqing originally wanted to take the audience to the first archaeological site, but under An Sheng's clowning, the program changed. And as it happened, among the four, Ling Ren understood music theory.

An Sheng came up with ideas, Aqing acted as a translator, and directed Mo Yiqing and Tang You to hold foxes of different shapes, arranging them into nine columns in front, really forming a choir.

Although the fox whining sounds were the same.

But small-bodied foxes whined sharply, while those with moderate body sizes like Arctic foxes had whines that tended to be peaceful.

Red foxes' whines tended to be steady, and the fatter the body, the lower the sound.

"That... is everyone still watching the archaeological site?" Aqing looked at the three people and one fox who were excitedly forming a choir and starting to test their voices, and raised her hand weakly, asking the audience in the live broadcast room.

【Archaeology? What's good about archaeology? To put it bluntly, it's prying open the ancestors' coffins. It's bad luck. It's better to listen to the foxes hold a concert on the sunny grass.】

【Aqing, step down! Look at my name, I'm a fan who turned on the light sign. I want to see foxes, I want to see the foxes form a choir!】

【Streamer, are you slacking off here? Look at Momo moving foxes there, hurry up and go!】

【Are there new streamers? The other two people feel very unfamiliar!】

"Oh"

Rebuffed by the audience in the live broadcast room, Aqing went to help move foxes with a grievance.

Ling Ren was responsible for tuning, listening to the subtle differences in the foxes' calls.

The four spent a whole morning, not even having time to eat breakfast, integrating more than three hundred foxes into the original twenty-fox choir.

"Xiao An, conduct, 1155665, start!" Ling Ren said to the little fox.

"Ying!"

Bursts of whining sounds, singing a very familiar melody, echoed in the Fox Kingdom.

First-class, second-class, and third-class foxes, as well as foreign foxes, were all singing.

"Is the melody 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'?" Mo Yiqing, sitting on the grass, hummed along, her expression startled, and she directly said the name of the melody:

"I said why it was so familiar; isn't this a nursery rhyme from kindergarten?"

"Nursery rhymes are also great! They are foxes; you can't have too high expectations." Tang You sat cross-legged, turned her back to the sun, opened her phone, and signed in on the mobile game one by one.

Mo Yiqing rolled her eyes and said: "The dead girl is slacking off! Guess where the 'Ling' in her name comes from. Her ancestors for eight generations opened a teahouse, singing for eight generations, and now, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star."

"Is that so?" Tang You was stunned: "Are Ling Ren's ancestors all opera singers?"

Tang You was relatively introverted on weekdays and usually wouldn't gossip about people's family affairs casually. She only knew that when she went to the bathhouse with Ling Ren, Ling Ren liked to sing.

"Otherwise, how do you think she got her Emei Mountain monkey-like skills? They were all practiced at home."

"Uh... I really didn't pay much attention." Tang You shrugged and said.

"Busy for half a day, I thought I could hear authentic Sichuan-Chongqing tunes, but I didn't expect this. When Ling Ren comes back, watch me slap her flat."

"She's flat even if you don't slap her! A piece of meat might not be as thick as a Big Mac patty." Tang You complained.

Tang You's subconscious complaint immediately caused Mo Yiqing to be stunned: "Is the aggression so strong?"

"She hit two families at once, a double kill."

The Fox Choir finished a song, and Aqing carried two bags of fox food bought from the Fox Kingdom to feed the foxes participating in the performance. Ling Ren heard that Mo Yiqing wanted to slap her, was happy, and then pretended to be dissatisfied to go find trouble with Mo Yiqing.

An Sheng glanced at the live broadcast room, saw the reward amount in the background, excluding Lin Bingyun's reward, it had already reached about one thousand, and he was satisfied to get off work.

The audience in the live broadcast room witnessed the streamer lift his tail and twist his butt into the grass.

【Aqing, hurry! Your fox went into the forest!】

【Streamer! Your fox went to ride a fox! If you don't hurry, you'll lose money!】

【Xiao An is also enjoying it, there are national-level protected animal ladies everywhere...】

Aqing, who was feeding, didn't notice the discussion in the live broadcast room.

………

"Hey, where did the Fennec Fox go?"

An Sheng, who had drilled into the grass, quietly ran to the villa on the outskirts of the grass field. He saw a group of people with bumps on their heads dismantling the villa's gate that was damaged last night. An Sheng stood on his hind legs and asked.

"Lord Fuli..."

Seeing the boss come over, the employees' faces turned bitter, and they hurriedly hid the steel bars behind their backs, saying: "The Fox King went to Wang Ya's old house, and the boss and the boss's wife are having a meeting on the second basement level."

"Old house?"

Hearing a new exploration point, An Sheng was happy and asked the employees where Wang Ya's old house was.

The employees pointed out a road for An Sheng.

Although the old house was called a house, it was actually a tea room built on the mountainside, and it was also a warehouse where the smuggling group hid animals that hadn't been sold yet. However, it was later abandoned, and Wang Ya transformed it into a mountainside villa used to entertain classmates, teachers, and store some archaeological tools.

An Sheng followed the internal road built by the Wang family and saw a villa built on the mountainside, with four floors, possibly over six hundred square meters, with a garden.

A truck was parked in front of the villa, and the Fox King was holding a black plastic bag in its mouth, throwing it down from the terrace.

"Clatter—"

A sound of shattering glass echoed in the mountains, accompanied by an irritating smell that permeated the air, almost choking An Sheng into spitting out the cola he had just drunk.

"Ugh..."

"It smells worse than the poop Laifu eats; what kind of ghost smell is this."

This was a smell An Sheng had never encountered before, and he couldn't even describe it. It was just that when he smelled it, he felt very uncomfortable in his nasal cavity and throat.

An Sheng pinched his nose, bypassed the truck, and climbed directly to the terrace along the villa, wanting to see what the Fennec Fox was doing; that smell was more intense than poop.

At the very least, Aqing couldn't produce this smell.

"It's fragrant here, without those aggressive smells."

An Sheng came to the terrace but didn't see the Fennec Fox here. He walked to the fourth floor along the stairs and heard the sound of bottles and jars coming from the room.

Coming to the door, An Sheng said: "Hey! How did you ask about the ferocious beast?... Holy crap! You!"

Coming to the invisible door, in the room, a very soft single sofa was placed in the center.

And in the room of more than thirty square meters, the walls were piled with solid wood cabinets, and in each open grid, there were glass wine bottles of the same specification, filled with... whip wine.

A cabinet had at least fifty grids, and there were no less than four hundred bottles of whip wine in the whole room.

"You..."

The Fox King heard Lord Fuli's voice, and the Fennec Fox, who was originally climbing on the floor, trembled, dropped the glass bottle he was holding to the ground, and an extremely aggressive smell permeated the room.

"Ah ah ah! It stinks to death!"

The Fennec Fox was startled, hurriedly jumped out of the door from the ladder, and slammed the door shut.

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The Fennec Fox leaned against the door, panting heavily, as if wanting to spit out the strange smell in its chest.

And when it raised its head, it was met with Lord Fuli's weird gaze.

"Unexpectedly..."

"Your taste is quite heavy." Lord Fuli said after a moment of silence: "It's quite Wang Lei's style, but aren't there too many types inside?"

"Is it useful for you to store so much whip wine?" Lord Fuli added a complaint at the end, his eyes revealing deep disgust, and it looked like he was a pervert.

"No! It's mine!"

After the Fennec Fox was stunned for a moment, it jumped in a hurry and shouted:

"What kind of good fox soaks dio in formalin!"

"It's all Wang Ya's! It has nothing to do with me!"

"It's all hers! I just wanted to throw everything away before Wang Ya changed back! The pervert is the human, not the Fennec Fox; it's all the human's fault! All the collections here and the beast suits in the bedroom were sewn by Wang Ya!"

"Wang Ya...'s?"

An Sheng was stunned, tilted his head to look at the Fennec Fox, and opened his mouth: "Ha???"

(End of chapter)