The look of someone who seemed to have been greatly wronged aroused Yu Wushuang's curiosity.
Grieved? No one in the priest's house would dare to touch it.
"Ah wu..." Bi Shuiling felt aggrieved, raised her buttocks, pointed her paws at the missing fur, and made bursts of hissing sounds from her mouth.
Raising his hand to pluck at its brown fur, he suddenly discovered that a piece of the originally dense fur was missing... as if it had been ripped off...
"Did my grandpa do this?"
"Chichi." Bi Shuiling nodded vigorously.
He also imitated the high priest's behavior and kept pulling his hands towards his body. After that, he looked terrified, but luckily he ran fast.
Fei Yuan listened to Yu Wushuang's words and looked at Bi Shui Ling. The high priest was very fond of Bi Shui Ling, how could he pull its hair?
I won't believe it even if I beat her to death!
Yu Wushuang couldn't believe that her grandfather would pull his hair, but she couldn't help but half-believe it in its assurance.
I was still full of doubts in my heart. Grandpa wanted to offer it up as an offering. Why would he pluck out its hair...
"He doesn't like me and even dislikes me. Master, wuwu... I will never go back again." Bi Shuiling covered her face with her paws, grumbling with grievance.
"Okay, I'll ask grandpa later. You can stay here these two days."
Bi Shuiling's sad mood improved a little after hearing this. She put her paws in her mouth and ate something to feel relieved.
"..."
Yu Wushuang couldn't laugh or cry.
She even wonders if the little thing is greedy and lies!
——
Night falls and the stars twinkle.
The bright moon hung on the treetops, and the moonlight illuminated the figures walking in and out below.
In the palace, a man in medium clothes lay quietly on the big bed, with a pale complexion and weak breathing.
Even the doctor can hardly detect the pulse without careful diagnosis.
The man in black clothes checked his pulse, and after a while he stood up and listened to his heartbeat.
There were four teenagers in black crouched beside him. Their eyes were worried. They had been there for several days. Why hasn't the master woke up yet?
Jun Ting listened for a while, and suddenly a hint of joy flashed in his eyes: "Heartbeat, master's heartbeat has resumed."
"Really?" Jun Chi was surprised.
"Has the black energy been suppressed? Will 'he' not wake up?"
"It's been suppressed, but I'm not sure whether he will wake up." Jun Ting shook his head.
When Jun Ming and others heard this, they became worried again. It was as if there were two people living in the master's body. They were obviously one body, but their personalities were very different.
The gap is so big that they can be in heaven and go to hell in an instant.
"What if the other master wakes up?" Jun Lian asked.
"Wake up - what should I do with Miss Wushuang? You don't know the way Miss Wushuang looked at us at the banquet that day, it was really scary." Jun Chi is trembling now thinking about it.
"Not necessarily. 'He' has only appeared twice in so many years. It shouldn't be such a coincidence." Jun Ting said.
Jun Yan nodded: "Yes, it can't be such a coincidence..."
"Ahem."
A soft cough sounded, and everyone was stunned, turning their heads to look at the big bed numbly.
The man on the bed had opened his eyes. His eyes were devoid of any emotion, but they made the young men surrounding the bed lower their heads and tremble in their hearts.
It was a kind of crushing momentum.
It is an aura that is overbearing and makes people surrender and dare not look at her.
Everyone's heart skipped a beat, it was really such a coincidence——
The person on the bed raised his slender fingers and strangled Jun Ting's neck. His voice was extremely cold: "You really don't want to see me."
"Master...man..." Jun Ting had difficulty breathing.