Yet now, it hadn't followed Uranda and escaped. This made Lin Feng unable to guess what it was really thinking.
But since it was an existence similar to Fengzi, its intelligence shouldn't be low. It should already be capable of basic communication.
Just as Lin Feng was about to ask it a few questions, that little black whirlwind slowly drifted toward him.
Right when Lin Feng thought it wanted to do something aggressive, it suddenly did something completely unexpected.
It circled around him, greedily absorbing the pure sunlight-like aura that was spilling from Lin Feng's body.
The feeling was like a cat helplessly indulging in catnip.
"Hey, you little guy."
Lin Feng hadn't expected that this little black whirlwind—who had acted all sinister and evil in the original story—would have such a side to it.
Judging from how it behaved, it clearly wanted to stick around just like Fengzi had done.
No wonder it hadn't reacted at all when Uranda asked it for help earlier.
Seeing this now, it must have developed thoughts of its own.
Lin Feng reached out and tried to pat the black little whirlwind on the head. At first, it seemed a bit resistant.
But gradually, it accepted Lin Feng's touch, even rubbing against his palm in cooperation.
With this, aside from the Ma Fengka Pearl sealed by the Sealed Sword, the other two Ma Fengka Pearls had now all gathered around Lin Feng.
"Since you're this black, I'll just call you Xiaohei."
"Xiaohei, you don't have a physical form yet, so you'll stay inside this for now."
Lin Feng casually gave this new black whirlwind a name and used the same kettle that Fengzi had stayed in as its temporary containment vessel.
There was no helping it—if he let this guy roam freely, who knew how messy it would make the room.
He already had Fengzi as a previous example. Until they had suitable physical bodies, the best thing to do was to give them both containers.
Otherwise, the passive winds that constantly swirled around them would disturb the furniture—especially Lin Feng's fragile art drafts, which could no longer withstand any more wild gusts.
Using the kettle as a temporary container wasn't an issue, but Xiaohei seemed quite dissatisfied with the casual name.
Too bad—under Lin Feng's unmoved, gentle smile, it chose to compromise.
After all, what it cared about most was the pure aura coming from Lin Feng's body.
Watching Xiaohei obediently crawl into the kettle, Lin Feng helplessly closed the lid and shook his head with a bitter smile.
Things had developed to this point, catching him completely off guard.
It was already late. Everyone was probably asleep by now.
It looked like he'd have to wait until tomorrow morning to find Doraemon and get this problem settled.
As for Uranda, he was severely damaged in vitality and shouldn't be capable of stirring up trouble for the time being.
And now, Lin Feng had no clue where he had fled.
Next, he would need to start investigating from the Arashi Clan of the Wind Village to get to the bottom of this matter.
If he remembered correctly, the reason Uranda had wanted to capture Fengzi was to revive the Wind Monster, Ma Fengka.
So Lin Feng had to stop him before Uranda restored the Wind Monster, Ma Fengka.
Everything depended on tomorrow.
...
The next day, Lin Feng brought Fengzi and Xiaohei with him and headed straight to Nobita's house.
No matter what, if this matter wasn't resolved soon, it would definitely trigger an even greater disaster.
Originally, Lin Feng thought that as long as he didn't actively touch the plot, he could slightly alter its future development.
The result? The plot did change—but seemingly for the worse.
The other side had gone from sneaking around to directly robbing by force.
If he hadn't drawn the Day Breath of Tsugikuni Yoriichi beforehand, with his ordinary human physique he would've been instantly killed by Uranda, that sinister Arashi Clan mage.
Thinking about it, it was terrifying. This world was full of bugs.
The peaceful façade was only that—a façade.
Doraemon and the others survived crisis after crisis only because of their protagonist halo.
Plus, Nobita sometimes activated absurd bursts of luck.
All those factors combined were why they always managed to resolve the crisis in the movie arcs.
But now, Lin Feng's sudden involvement had brought some uncertainty into everything.
His presence might even change the story's ending completely.
But no matter what the final outcome became, all Lin Feng could do was handle the things in front of him.
However, when he arrived at Nobita's house, Nobita's mother told him that Nobita and Doraemon had early in the morning gone to Shizuka's house to play.
With no choice, Lin Feng headed toward Shizuka's place. Unexpectedly, halfway there, he ran into Suneo, who was also looking for Nobita—and right beside him, by coincidence, was Gian.
This really was thieves running into bandits. Perfect timing.
"Eh? Lin Feng, didn't you say we'd go look for Doraemon together…?"
To figure out what happened last night, Suneo had followed Lin Feng's advice and gone home early to rest.
He'd racked his brain all night but still couldn't remember why he woke up in Lin Feng's house.
So today, he obediently followed Lin Feng's instructions to go to Nobita's house and look for Doraemon, hoping to find the truth.
"Yeah, I already went. Nobita's mom said Nobita and Doraemon went to Shizuka's house to play. I'm headed there now."
Saying that, Lin Feng sighed helplessly.
Nobita had basically made a habit of running to Shizuka's house for no reason at all.
Thankfully, Shizuka had a gentle, kind personality—always tolerant of Nobita showing up without invitation. If she were someone with a bad temper, she would've been annoyed to death long ago.
"Right, Gian, why are you here too?"
After answering Suneo, Lin Feng turned to question Gian.
Suneo had been possessed by Uranda yesterday, so it made sense for him to be involved in the matter.