Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 224 - 146: Foxes’ Spending Philosophy, the Bullet Tree of Fox Mountain, and the Super Fatty Immortal Martial Genius
In the pitch-black grand hall, a group of foxes, with their dark red eyes wide open, all looked at the image floating in mid-air.
Upon hearing the master's question, each of them held a cold fragrant pear date, their mouths curving into sly smiles.
"Aroo!"
White Moon jumped up, holding the cold fragrant pear date with its front paws, its chubby body wobbling, tail swaying, explaining their thoughts to the master.
"Aroo aroo aroo!
"Woo woo woo!
"Woo woo aroo aroo…"
After some gestures and fox chatter, Bai Mo roughly understood.
They want to use this fruit to buy bullets?
"Aren't you buying guns?"
White Sun also jumped out, joining White Moon, "Woo woo aroo aroo", gesturing, making things clear to the master.
...Foxes are really cunning!
...They decided to first get a lot of bullets, so each fox can try a clip. If they really like them, then it's not too late to buy guns.
Bai Mo nodded, feeling their reasoning was quite sound!
"But the cold fragrant pear dates, you're trading them for bullets the first time you eat them, don't you feel it's a loss?"
White Star also jumped out, joining White Sun and White Moon, "Woo woo aroo aroo", gesturing, explaining to the master.
...Foxes are really cunning!
...They decided that ten foxes would share nine pear dates, and use the remaining one to trade for a box of bullets, then distribute them among the ten foxes!
Bai Mo nodded, feeling the disciples' consumption concept was indeed good!
But the problem is...
"If one cold fragrant pear date can exchange for a box of bullets, setting aside whether the factory has enough supply, they're probably not willing..."
Aroo?
The master's words left the foxes stunned.
Not willing?
They looked at the cold fragrant pear dates in their paws, the large pear dates feeling cold to the touch and smelling sweet, would the factory be unwilling?
"Look at the screen."
The foxes raised their heads, looking at the image in mid-air.
In the factory, a machine was releasing heat.
Fwoosh...
Then the machine lid opened, and in Tie Shiba and Professor Wang's ecstatic eyes, the machine inside lay ten freshly completed bullets!
"Hahaha, Immortal Artifact Bullets, successfully produced!"
"Quick, quick, quick, let's take a look."
Then Tie Shiba used tweezers to pick up a bullet, meticulously observing the bullet's surface with intricate Immortal Artifact circuit and rune array map.
...
On Fox Mountain, the dormitory grand hall plunged into silence.
The foxes realized things seemed off...
They huddled their fluffy heads together, chattering fox talk in discussion.
"Woo woo woo?"
"Aroo aroo aroo?"
...These patterned Immortal Artifact bullets don't have high output and seem expensive.
...Can one cold fragrant pear date still buy an entire box?
...Probably not enough.
"Aroo aroo aroo?"
"Woo woo woo?"
Don't they sell the cheap bullets anymore?
Fox Mountain values quantity over quality when buying bullets!
Since there's nothing to pursue in quality...even if these Immortal Artifact Bullets can easily pierce through all of Sequence Nine's defenses, so what?
This level of power means little on Fox Mountain, not impressive, not worth the foxes' purchase.
The foxes drooped their ears, brows furrowed.
On the screen overhead, Tie Shiba was gleefully jogging, delivering five newly crafted Immortal Artifact Bullets to the small temple, waiting for Fox Mountain's trade.
While they, lost all enthusiasm for trading.
"Aroo..."
"Woo..."
Looking again at the pear dates they held, they seemed colder, sweeter...
Crunch! Crunch...
Each fox gave up their shopping desire, joyfully devouring down.
...
Soon, the pear dates were all in the foxes' mouths, settling in their bellies.
White Moon lay in the master's arms, licking the juice from the corner of its mouth, licking its front paws, then sniffing the sweet scent in the air, closing its eyes, feeling comfortable, rubbing its head against the master's.
"Woo woo woo!"
Its front paw held an abandoned pear seed, suddenly tilting its head, looking up at the master, raising the seed.
"Woo woo woo aroo aroo aroo!"
Bai Mo instantly understood what it wanted to do, feeling exasperated.
"Want to trade pear seed for someone's Immortal Artifact Bullet?
"No way!
"This pear seed can't grow anything in the real world."
The surrounding foxes, upon hearing this, hung their heads, drooped their ears.
Seems like there won't be any bullets today...
Will those cheap, basic bullet supplies return in the future?
Bai Mo patted White Moon's head.
"The chili tree in the cabinet should be ready, go get it!"
Chili tree?
What for?
White Moon, puzzled, jumped up anyway, heading to the cabinet in the corner of the grand hall.
Soon, it returned, carrying a pot of chili tree, to the master. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
"Woo woo woo?"
"Aroo aroo aroo?"
"Woo woo woo?"
The foxes gathered around, layer upon layer, looking at the potted chili tree.
The tree looked peculiar and quite thick, the trunk as thick as a fox tail, thinning upward, resembling a bonsai.
But hanging from the tree were finger-length fruits, not peppers...but bullets!
The foxes' eyes shone, but upon closer inspection, their enthusiasm faded.
Because...these bullets were tied with slender tree fibers, grafted on, not grown.
What's the use?
Obviously, a chili tree can't grow bullets!
"Chili trees can't grow bullets.
"But...the chili tree inhabited by Imitation Vine can grow bullets!"
