Xuan Diao was silent, placing her little paws on the arms in front of her, patting her rhythmically to comfort her.
After a long time, her hoarse voice came from behind: "Xuan Diao, I almost thought you were dead."
"Don't leave me, don't leave me..."
"I really..."
The little guy didn't say the rest of the words, only silence remained.
The little guy's words made Xuan Diao feel extremely distressed. He wished he could turn back time and slap him to death for agreeing to Jiuhua's proposal.
But it doesn't have this ability, and the reality is clearly before it.
It is still too weak, too weak to protect the little guy, unable to get rid of the little guy's inner demons, unable to help her when she needs it, and even...in turn hurt her...
Xuan Diao has never hated itself so much. The little guy's words were like a sharp knife cutting into its heart, leaving bloody scars after the severe pain.
"Zhizhi, Zhizhi..."
All it can give her now is a guarantee.
"Okay." The little guy agreed softly. She was silent for a moment and then asked, "Is this a set up today?"
Xuan Diao stiffened and nodded silently.
"Is it because of my inner demons?"
Xuan Diao turned to look at her and said in surprise: "Zhi Zhi?"
The little guy let go of Xuan Diao's arm and said, "Jiuhua said it when the inner demons attack."
"Zhizhi." Xuan Diao looked at the little guy's calm look and couldn't help but tell her the whole story.
The little guy listened quietly and then said softly: "Thank you."
"Zhizhi?" Xuan Diao, who was already prepared to be punished by the little guy, was stunned by the little guy's words of thanks.
The little guy raised a faint smile: "Fortunately, it's fake."
Fortunately you are okay, fortunately you did not leave me alone...
Looking at the little guy's smile, inexplicably, Xuan Diao's original psychological burden suddenly dissipated a lot.
He handed the Qingxin Pearl and the feather in his arms to the little guy.
"This is?"
The emerald green beads have a cool and moist feeling behind the touch, while the fiery red feathers give people the opposite feeling.
However, they all have a familiar aura to her.
"Zhizhizhi." Xuan Diao told the little guy what Jiuhua said before.
"Yeah." The little guy put these two things into the Qiankun bag and then stood up.
Xuan Diao asked doubtfully: "Zhizhi?"
"I'm going to see Jiuhua."
"Zhizhi." Xuan Diao pushed the little guy back onto the bed and lay down.
Jiuhua is wandering off somewhere at the moment, and the little guy has just experienced his inner demons and needs to rest, so he is running around before he has recovered. How can this be okay?
"It's getting late, I should make dinner."
The little guy wanted to get up, but Xuan Diao pushed him back again.
"Zhizhi, zhizhi." Xuan Diao patted his chest, then turned around to prepare dinner.
Isn't it just cooking? It's not a problem for me. I just want to let the little guy have a taste of my craftsmanship. Hehe.
In the end, the little guy followed Xuan Diao's wishes and lay down on the bed to recuperate.
Originally, she wanted to...that's all, let's leave it at that.
The little guy closed his eyes and sketched the words engraved on the feather in his mind.
Unintentionally, unintentionally...
It's a good match.
…
Xuan Diao finished hunting happily and prepared to cook a big meal for the little one.
It was originally a happy thing, but someone happened to be in a bad mood.
Xuan Diao glanced at Qing Ling, who was sitting and drinking tea, and secretly cursed: This guy usually doesn't see anyone, but he is quite leisurely today, ha.
Knowing that Qing Ling didn't like the fumes when frying meat, Xuan Diao deliberately blew the air in Qing Ling's direction.
Qing Ling glanced lightly, and the smoky oil smoke turned around and hit Xuan Diao's face.
Xuan Diao was caught off guard and choked until he coughed.
After finally recovering, it angrily said to Qing Ling: "Zhizhi?!"
Qing Ling took his time and said, "It's my turn to ask you this question."
"Zhizhizhi?!" Xuan Diao retorted confidently.
Qing Ling glanced at Xuan Mink and put down the tea cup in her hand: "Over the past year or so, your mink fur has become much thicker."
"Squeak!" Xuan Diao was speechless in anger.
Okay, I'm mocking this mink in a roundabout way again.
Qing Ling had no intention of continuing to pay attention to Xuan Diao's nonsense. He changed the subject and said, "She's awake?"
"Squeak?" Xuan Diao was confused and didn't realize who Qing Ling was talking about.
Qingling took a sip of tea and said, "Wuxin."
Unintentional?
Xuan Diao was startled, and then realized, oh, it turned out to be the little guy.
"Squeak." Xuan Diao continued to fry the meat and replied angrily.
"She doesn't know about the blood contract?"
Xuan Diao paused with his paws holding the shovel, then nodded slowly.
"Oh, no wonder she would fall for such a clumsy trap."
Xuan Diao remains silent.
"Did you forget, or did you deliberately not say it?"
"Zhizhi."
"Slower time?" Qing Ling chuckled, "Sooner or later she will know."
Xuan Diao remained silent.
Qing Ling didn't say much, turned around and disappeared.
After Qing Ling left, Xuan Diao breathed a sigh of relief.
He rubbed his tight little face and happily prepared a feast for the little one.
…
Years fly by, and five years pass by in the blink of an eye.
The chill of winter permeates every corner of the continent. During this period, the Forest of Beasts is the quietest. Weak monsters will hide, and many monsters that lack food will choose to hibernate.
Dots of pure white fall from the depths of the clouds into the emerald green courtyard, and the white snow and green forest interweave into a beautiful winter scene.
"The branches are sparse and thin, and the small calyx is a little pearly. One flower suddenly changes first, and all the flowers are fragrant later."
In the courtyard, the place that was originally opened up by Qing Ling as a medicinal field was replaced by a small pavilion with four corners. There is an ancient tree planted at the entrance of the courtyard. It has a tall trunk and strong branches. Vermilion flowers are dotted on the branches like stars, which are bright and beautiful in the cold weather.
, the faint fragrance floats, and the trees are full of fragrance.
In the pavilion, there is a low table and two mats. Jiuhua leans lazily on the pavilion railings, still dressed in red, which is more gorgeous and hot than the red plum blossoms blooming at the entrance of the courtyard.
"The red plum blossoms in the western moon and the flying snow in the sky are really unique."
The cold wind was blocked outside the barrier, and light smoke rose from the top of the teapot that was burned by green fire on the low table, and the fragrance of tea floated in the air.
Qing Ling listened quietly to the sound of boiling water in the teapot. After tapping it with his fingertips three times, he took off the teapot, poured the first cup of tea into the teacup that had been prepared, and then handed it to Jiuhua who was aside.
Jiuhua took the tea cup and chuckled: "It's not easy to drink a cup of tea from you, but it's more enjoyable to drink."
Qingling poured herself a cup of tea and replied calmly: "You said you wanted to feel the elegance that Xiyue said."
Jiuhua took a sip of tea and said, "The bells of the Western Moon are beautiful and beautiful, and there are beauties everywhere. Among these four countries, she is the most popular with me."
Qing Ling smiled faintly: "Only the beauty of Xiyue can make you stop drinking and drink tea instead."
"I've had half a day to spare, so I can experience the fun of being a mortal." Jiuhua drank the tea in one gulp, shook his head and sighed, "The spirit wine you brewed is the best."
