Little Golden Crow couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. He raised his head and walked in the passage of Lingbo Cave. As he walked, he whispered: "Okay, I won't ask you. Just take care of yourself."

"Hmm..." Zhiying responded in a low voice.

After walking for what seemed like a long time, a murmur sounded in the passage: "Smelly girl, why do you always forget the people around you? Don't you often say that it's good to enjoy the shade under the big tree? I know you don't like to be that soft silk silk

, But, can’t you rely more on me, you know..."

Looking down, the woman in his arms was already breathing lightly, and her two pink lips were like faded paintings, extremely pale.

Little Jinwu was angry and distressed, and cursed: "Idiot!" Then he hugged her tightly, quickened his pace, and left this cold place.

He successfully exited the Lingbo Cave, barely able to lift the ivy, and saw someone approaching him. Xiao Jinwu glanced at him lightly, and saw clearly that the person was Mrs. Yantang's attendant Sangtai, so he completely ignored him and took a step forward.

Keep walking without stopping.

I deliberately chose a quiet and uninhabited place to return. Unexpectedly, another group of people came in front of me. Their smell was particularly familiar. Little Golden Crow looked coldly: "A bunch of bastards!" After saying that, he temporarily changed his route to another road.

After returning to the residence of Chenji Hall, Xiao Jinwu summoned Jiujiang to guard the gate, carefully placed Zhiying on the bed, took out the fairy dew on her body and fed it to Zhiying, and then took the Hunyuan Pearl and placed it against her palm.

The purified spiritual power of her own body guided her to absorb these spiritual powers.

After about a cup of tea, her lips, which were as pale as shadow paper, returned to their original rosy color. Little Golden Crow helped her lie down to rest.

Jiujiang arranged the barrier, walked to the bed and looked at Zhiying who was sleeping soundly, frowning: "This girl is really willful. She spent 30% of her spiritual power to help Chao Qian survive the disaster. Her own fate... Oh!" He looked at it.

Xiang Xiaojinwu asked him like an elder of Zhiying, "You kid, are you just going to let her torment you like this?"

Little Golden Crow gently stroked Zhi Ying's cheek, and his voice was as soft as a feather, but the meaning in his words was unstoppable: "If you can't stop it, then accompany her to join her!"

"The future generations are terrible!" Jiujiang sighed.

Little Golden Crow said proudly: "Of course!"

"...Humility! Why don't today's younger generations know how to be humble?" Jiujiang sternly lectured.

"Keep your voice down!" Little Jinwu looked at him with a warning look. Seeing Jiujiang standing with his arms folded indifferently, he said again, "Besides, I agree with you, shouldn't you be happy?"

At first glance it makes sense, but upon closer inspection it is completely unreasonable.

Jiujiang snorted, thinking that as a senior he was not as knowledgeable as the juniors, so he went back to rest in the Tianlong Breaking City Halberd.

When Zhiying woke up, Little Golden Crow was lying on the edge of the bed and taking a nap.

She lay still for two seconds. The memory of last night was opened page by page. After a mental buffer, she wanted to sit up, but her left hand was sore and numb. Then she felt that her hand was lying on the edge of the bed.

The little golden crow on his head was held in the palm of his hand. If he could move it, it would definitely wake him up.

The light outside the room shines through the window pane, projecting the lines of the crabapple pattern on Little Jinwu's face, but it cannot obscure his grace at all. His pair of sword-shaped eyebrows are full of heroism.

Zhiying couldn't help but stretched out her right hand to touch his eyebrows. Little Jinwu, who had only slowly fallen asleep at the beginning of the year, naturally let her do what she did.

The furry touch came from her fingertips, just like she was stroking Xiao An's hair in her previous life. Although this metaphor was a bit unkind, this kind of touch really made her unable to put it down.

The three-legged golden crow is covered with golden feathers and is as hard as black iron, so the protective barrier is inherently stronger and tougher than other races.

Thinking of this, Zhi Ying stopped the fingers that were messing with Little Golden Crow's eyebrows, and turned to explore his veins. The corners of his curved mouth were dyed with a dark color, and his crescent-shaped smiling eyes were filled with a layer of mist.

The fingertips are about to touch the wrist and are trapped by the lock, unable to move.

Then there was a confused and mute question from someone who had just woken up from sleep: "What to do?"

Like a thief who was caught committing a crime, Zhi Ying felt a little panicked due to conditioned reflex, and his body subconsciously stepped back. Due to the fact that he was lying on his side at this time, his head moved back so that his face was resting on his hair.

The sharp contrast between snow white and inky black creates a different kind of beauty.

Little Jinwu kept sitting on the footrest and looked at her.

He woke up when Zhiying touched his eyebrows. Out of curiosity, he did not open his eyes, but opened his consciousness. Who knew that Zhiying was just tossing his eyebrows, as if he was playing with something interesting?

, simply lawless!

Just when he was about to "wake up", who knew that she reached out to feel his pulse. He had also consumed a lot of spiritual energy last night. Even though he had the elixir to replenish it, his body still needed to rest.

Over the years, he has known very well that Zhiying doesn't like to owe others favors. If she notices something strange and feels guilty, mixing gratitude with feelings and making a choice that goes against her sincerity, that is definitely not him.

He wanted it, so he grabbed her wrist and pretended to have just woken up.

Seeing her frightened look, Little Golden Crow shook his head and was about to get up. Who knew that as soon as he made a move, Zhi Ying's head moved back a little further.

Three stacks of black threads slid down, and Little Golden Crow stopped moving, reminding: "If you step back any further, you may hit the bed board."

Zhi Ying blinked. The furniture here must be made of purple sandalwood. The texture is heavy and hard. If she knocks on it, it will definitely leave a big bump on the back of her head. People will not think that she is a birthday girl.

There are people working in my house!

She wisely retreated onto the soft pillow, and Little Golden Crow couldn't help laughing when she saw it.

Zhi Ying glared at him: "What's so funny! The body, hair and skin are exposed to it, and the world is exposed to it. How can it be hurt?"

"That's not what the original words said."

Little Jinwu refuted her smoothly, but her eyes flashed, a look of sadness flashed across her eyes, and she immediately turned back into the heartless looking girl.

The most direct way to alleviate the embarrassment is to start another topic. Although it is blunt, it is extremely effective. So he said: "You haven't said anything yet, what were you doing just now? Was it——"

The words were prolonged, and Little Golden Crow stood up lightly and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning his head closer, and then...

With a "thud", the back of Zhiying's head came into close contact with the bed board, almost causing an echo, followed by a burst of miserable pain: "You stinky crow!"

Fortunately, the barrier set up in Jiujiang also has a sound insulation effect, otherwise the roar would probably affect many people.

Little Golden Crow folded his ears, feeling both angry and funny. Seeing Zhiying holding the back of his head, twisting his eyebrows and wrinkled his facial features in discomfort, it didn't look funny at all. This kind of superficial smile was really uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!