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Chapter 471 Monster Fawn

Dust swirled in the wilderness.

The dozen or so pursuers had already formed a circle, trapping the girl who had fallen into the grass in the middle. The burly man at the head of the group dismounted, carrying a wooden stick as thick as his wrist, and walked towards her with a sinister grin.

"Run! Why did you stop running?"

The girl climbed out of the grass, brushed the dirt off her clothes, and looked up. Her dirty little face showed no fear. She even smiled, revealing two small tiger teeth.

"You're tired from running, take a break," she said. "Aren't you tired after chasing us for so long?"

The burly man paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. He turned and waved to his companions, "Did you hear that? This little bitch even asked us if we were tired!"

The pursuers laughed along, laughing so hard they were doubled over.

"Boss Wang, this little vixen is really stubborn. Let's see if she's still so tough when we're skinning her alive!"

"That's right, that's right! They cheated us out of our goods and now they want to run away? No way!"

The girl blinked, looking completely innocent: "Liar? What do you mean by 'liar'? I told you so many stories, you enjoyed them, and you gave me food and drinks. Isn't that a fair trade?"

"Bullshit!" The burly man's face darkened. "What I want is a way to make money, what kind of nonsense are you spouting?"

"Stories are money too," the girl said seriously. "If you write down those stories, turn them into storybooks, and sell them, wouldn't that be better than doing any other business?"

The burly man was speechless, his face flushed red, and he gripped the wooden stick even tighter.

"Enough with the nonsense! I'm going to get you today—"

He stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking.

Because he heard footsteps behind him.

The burly man turned around and saw three people walking towards him.

A young man dressed in a scholar's robe had a livid face and stared intently at him.

A middle-aged man in a gray robe had no expression on his face, but there was something in his eyes that chilled the man to the bone.

There was also a young man, dressed in dark cloth clothes and a gray outer robe, carrying a vermilion gourd on his back. He walked very slowly and steadily, like a mountain that had suddenly appeared in this wilderness.

The burly man frowned.

"Who are you people?"

No one answered him.

Feng Lie was the first to rush forward, shoving aside the pursuers blocking his way, and walked up to the girl. He squatted down, looking at her dirty face, her bright eyes, and the fluffy deer ears on her head.

His hands were trembling.

"You…" his voice was dry, "What's your name?"

The girl tilted her head and looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and wariness.

"Who are you?" she asked.

Feng Lie opened and closed his mouth several times, but couldn't utter a word.

Feng Changyuan walked to his side and squatted down in front of the girl. Looking at that familiar face, his eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

"What's your name?" he asked again, his voice more steady than Feng Lie's.

The girl blinked, looking at this and then at that.

"My name is Little Deer," she said. "And yours?"

Little deer.

The name struck Feng Lie and Feng Changyuan like a thunderbolt.

Feng Lie's hands trembled even more violently. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't squeeze out a single word.

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Feng Changyuan took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice steady: "Little Deer... what's your last name?"

The girl tilted her head and thought for a moment, then shook her head: "I don't have a surname. My name is Little Deer."

Seeing the group of people surrounding him, asking questions and completely ignoring him, the burly man lost face. He took a step forward, gripping his wooden stick, and roared, "Hey! You lot, mind your own business! This little demon tricked us, and today we're going to—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was suppressed to the ground by a surge of spiritual power. Not only this burly man, but the other pursuers were also stunned to the ground.

Little Deer blinked, watching as the group of pursuers who had been so fierce moments before suddenly lay sprawled on the ground. Then she looked at the three people squatting in front of her, then at the three strange iron boxes in the distance, and the people standing next to the iron boxes.

She tilted her head, and her fluffy deer ears twitched along with it.

"You... are you immortals?"

Feng Lie opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that his throat felt like it was blocked by something. He just squatted there, looking at that familiar face, at those bright eyes, at that dirty but lively and spirited appearance, and his eyes welled up with tears.

Feng Changyuan took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice steady: "We are not 'Immortal Master'."

"So who are you people?" Little Deer asked, her tone devoid of fear, only filled with curiosity. "Why are you helping me?"

Feng Changyuan was at a loss for words.

Just then, footsteps came from behind.

Chen Anran walked closer and stopped three steps away from Xiao Lu.

The little deer looked up at him.

Her eyes were large and bright, with slightly upturned corners and long, thick eyelashes. She tilted her head back and stared at Chen Anran for several seconds.

In the end, Chen Anran was the first to give in, turning his head away and saying, "Just think of us as a group of bored cultivators."

No one was surprised by her attitude. After all, Feng Xiaolu had acted the same way back on Cloud Hidden Mountain.

Mischievous, clever, fearless, yet timid.

"Hmm." Chen Anran paused for two seconds before asking, "Where are you from? And why are they chasing you?"

"Me? I grew up in the mountains. I lived with a group of little mountain monsters," the little deer said. "Later, a group of people came to the mountains and said they wanted to catch the monsters, so I ran away. I ran and ran until I reached a place where people lived. I found that I could exchange stories for food, so I kept telling stories to get food."

As she spoke, she grinned, revealing two small tiger teeth.

"I was a really good storyteller! People loved listening to me and gave me steamed buns, dumplings, and dried meat. Later, this Boss Wang asked me to tell him a way to make money. I said that stories are a way to make money, but he didn't believe me and insisted that I tell him something else. What else could I have? So I took some of his food and drink and ran away."

She pointed to the group of pursuers still lying on the ground, looking completely innocent.

"They chased after them, and they've been chasing them ever since."

After Xiaolu finished speaking, she blinked and looked at the people in front of her. Oh, no, they were immortals, the amazing immortals.

Chen Anran turned her back. "How old are you?"

The little deer tilted its head and thought for a moment, counting on its fingers, then looked up with a serious expression: "I don't know. There's no calendar in the mountains. I only know that it blooms in spring, bears fruit in summer, sheds leaves in autumn, and experiences winds in winter. I've seen winds in winter twenty-three times, roughly... twenty-three years?"