After a turmoil, Jing Sanchai put out his waist, pinched the back of the black cat's neck tightly, and panted and scolded: "Run! Run for me again!"

Feng Rugu may not be a hero, but he is absolutely conscious of the current affairs.

He hugged his claws and begged for mercy: "Meow."

Jing Sanchai was furious and carried him straight into the kitchen, with the intention of chopping him into the soup.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Feng Rugu immediately changed his attitude and stopped pretending to be a cat. He kicked his legs in the air and cleared his throat: "Oh, how innocent I am."

Jing Sanchai: "..."

Feng Rugu held his two front paws and fisted: "Brother, you and I have never met each other, and there will be no grudges in the future, and there will be no grudges in the near future. If what I said is wrong, you can take responsibility and don't fight and kill at any time."

Jing Sanchai threw him into a small medicine jar and cursed: "I'm stewing you!"

Feng Rugu confronted him for a while, and realized that he was a thunderous and raindrops. He knew that he was not really angry, so he poked out half of his body from the medicine jar and hugged his arm and acted coquettishly.

However, a tuft of black hair on his forehead was soaked in a drop of unexpectedly falling tears.

Feng Rugu was surprised.

But he didn't look up, but just held Jing Sanchai's wrist and didn't move.

"What did you tell me about my strange past..." Jing Sanchai put the medicine jar in his arms, squatted down slowly, and his fingertips that were placed on the mouth of the jar were shaking. I don't know if it was anger, anger, or sadness, "You dare to tell me about my strange past..."

"Feng Rugu, you bastard! Why don't you die? You pretend to be a cat to tease me... Isn't this fun..."

Jing Sanchai cried and scolded, but she didn't dare to open her eyes, as if she was afraid that this was a big dream in Nanke.

His eyes, covered in tears, swayed slightly, opened a little, and closed it again.

There was even more noise outside the house, bit by bit, and it was suddenly the eaves were weeping softly.

Jing Sanchai took a breath from the suffocation, and her voice was inaudible: "You bastard are still alive, it's really... great..."

Feng Rugu pretended not to see his tears, and only placed his chin on his wrist, stretched out the tip of his tongue covered with small spikes, and swept away a tear that fell not far away.

He smacked his lips: It was so bitter.

After Jing Sanchai calmed down, after a conversation between chickens and ducks, he forced his soul out of his body. After repeated investigations, Jing Sanchai reluctantly believed that Feng Ruju had forgotten all the past, and did not intend to pretend to be a cat to deceive him.

Jing Sanchai refused to give up and told him a lot of past events, trying to confirm that he was just joking.

He listened with relish, but his expression was entirely listening to stories from others.

...He really forgot.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Feng Rugu yawned: "So, who are you?"

Jing Sanchai narrowed his eyes and picked him up: "Call him to kiss me, dad."

Feng Rugu finished yawning that he had not finished, then raised his hand and slapped his claws on his face.

Jing Sanchai gritted her teeth and was thinking about whether to drag Feng Rugu out and beat him up, but he was shameless and tired of coming up: "Brother Sanchai..."

Jing Sanchai got goosebumps all over: "Shut up! You are two years older than me, are you shameless?"

Feng Rugu's face was astonishingly thick. Thinking about the beautiful son who brought him out, he should have finished pulling out mushrooms now. If he finds that he is missing, he should be worried.

So he smiled and acted coquettishly: "Brother Sanhua, please send me home."

"'Home'?" Jing Sanchai looked shaking, "Who has you taken away?"

Feng Rugu was justified: "The one who raised me."

Jing Sanchai is even more suspicious.

... Could it be that someone did something to Feng Rugu?

He took some jerky meat and fed it to Feng Rugu. While feeding it, he tactfully found out how he had been going in the past two years and how he was doing.

Feng Rugu said vaguely: "...Well, he treats me very well."

Jing Sanchai: "Who?"

Feng Rugu was stunned.

His name is Ruyi and has always used the word "you".

Although I often hear others call him "alternative", what does that have to do with myself?

So Feng Rugu licked his paws politely and said, "Dog......No, cat."

Jing Sanchai: "..."

He thought Feng Rugu was playing tricks on himself again: "You—"

Before he could speak, Jing Sanchai remembered that Feng Rugu did have a son.

Without waiting for him to react, Qianjiyuan, the agency made a big move!

Jing Sanchai raised his head and looked at him.

I saw it standing in the air like a wind, monk's clothes were like flowing clouds in the sky, and his chest was rolling and undulating.

The heart is like fried oil, and the face is like frost.

Feng Rugu felt happy when he saw the familiar face. He was exploring his front paws to hug him. Jing Sanchai, who was holding him, took a step back vigilantly and protected the little black cat in his arms.

Under the moonlight, cold sweat floated on his cheeks. As he breathed in and out, a shimmering light flashed out: "Entertainment father, come here, don't make such jokes with me, this is not fun..."

Feng Rugu moved his butt and found that Jing Sanchai was holding him too tightly and could not break free, so he simply lie down and looked helpless towards Ruyi.

Ruyi forced her last bit of reason: "Jing Daojun, please return him to me."

Jing Sanchai had a lot of doubts in his heart. He didn't know what Ruyi asked him to do so anxiously. He stretched his sleeves to cover the black cat in his arms: "Tell me first, how do you know he is here? Why did he become like this? What did you do to him?"

Before coming here, Ruyi searched half of the city before she was extremely frightened and remembered that Feng Rugu had an acquaintance in Jiangling.

He landed on the ground with a cold mechanical rotation sound of the institution: "Jing Daojun, I have been..."

His hands were shaking very hard, and he gave half a sentence to explain what he wanted to give, but swallowed half a sentence.

He found that he could not speak.

He only knew that if he lost his adoptive father, he would go crazy.

After today's incident, Ruyi realized that over the years, he just endured it.

All the beastly nature he was raised as a sacrifice was hidden under the monk's robe and stimulating, and finally woke up one after another.

If you try your best to maintain the last twilight calmness: "In the past two years, your adoptive father has been with me, you can... ask him."

Jing Sanchai couldn't believe him completely, and wanted to re-examine the previous trial in detail: "Who did he lose his memory?"

Like the only string left in the mind, it completely cracked with a bang.

He took a step forward with a pale face: "Jing Daojun, return him to me."

Seeing that he was so urgent, Jing Sanchai became more and more reluctant to repay him.

He has been a businessman for many years and always has three vigilance against people. However, Feng Rugu is involved in this matter, so he cannot help but beat the other seven points. It depends on everyone who has ulterior motives: "Did he come to you on his own initiative, or did you snatch him from where did you snatch him?"

Like a buzzing mind: "Jing..."

Before he could notice it, the "image of sentient beings" was already held by him, and the wooden blade was facing Jing Sanchai, and the ghost energy became stronger.

Jing Sanchai was puzzled and thought, it would be fine if he had the surname Feng, but he picked up a child and raised a crazy look.

However, the other party invaded the door and showed his sword to himself. With Jing Sanchao's temperament, he must not refuse to respond.

Jing Sanchai stretched out his right hand and led the long gun that he had just inserted on one side. He turned a moonlight out of the air and said coldly: "You want to fight with me?... Have you heard of Ying Tianchuan's shooting technique?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as Jing Sanchai finished speaking, Feng Rugu in his arms revealed his head again: "Then have you heard of the Saha sword technique?"

Jing Sanchai: "..." What's wrong with you, little brother?

He was distracted, and Feng Rugu came out of his arms, jumped lightly for a few seconds, and jumped up with the "image of sentient beings" and jumped up to Ruyi's shoulder, squatted on it, rubbing his cheek intimately and proudly.

Jing Sanchai blinked and found that she seemed to be meddling in other people's business.

He hugged him again, and the fire suddenly cooled down in his heart, leaving only embers. When he came to his senses, he almost couldn't hold the sword firmly.

He took the cat off his shoulder.

Feng Rugu thought he was going to get angry because of his private escape. His thoughts turned sharply and quickly took off his soul body from the cat. He put one long leg on Ru's arm and the other one had nowhere to place it. So he naturally hung down, his arms wrapped around Ru's neck. When the golden bell rings, he laughed obediently: "Meow."

Jing Sanchai: “…………”

He still treats Feng Rugu as a personal opinion. Although he knows that Feng Rugu is thick-skinned, he does not know that his shameless ability is so perfect in public, and he is stunned for a moment.

Ru was stunned for a moment, lowered her head, and carefully pressed Feng Rugu's eyes by her warm lips.

Feng Rugu originally thought it would be great if he didn't get scolded, but unexpectedly, his eyelashes became hot and his heart sniffed. He let out a low "hmm" because he became much more obedient because he was trance.

Jing Sanchai's mouth and eyes magnified together, and she couldn't figure out whose home was here for a while.

When he figured it out, he was almost out of anger!

Is it reasonable to run into other people's houses in the middle of the night and openly do things that are broken?!

Jing Sanchai cursed many words in his heart, but suddenly felt powerless.

If someone else was going to do this, Jing Sanchai might have been surprised for a while, but if he pretended to die, turned into a cat, and broke his sleeves, these things became reasonable if Feng Rugu and others did.
To be continued...