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Chapter 397: Marrow Cleansing Pill【1】
The only thing Huang Beiyue missed is that she still doesn't know that Mo Lian from Guangyao Palace has been brought by Xiao Yun. If she had known, she would not have made such a plan.
When he and Dong Ling returned to Rong Yuexuan, the Little Red Gold Holy Tiger ran out and happily ran around Huang Beiyue's heels.
Dong Ling smiled and said: "Xiaohu, stop making trouble, let's go, I will take you to eat."
Huang Beiyue paused as she walked towards the room, then turned around and said, "Xiaohu?"
Dong Ling immediately said embarrassedly: "Dong Ling just called him casually and was waiting for the lady to give him a name."
"Let's call him Xiaohu, it's pretty good." Huang Beiyue took a look at Xiaochijin Shenghu's honest and lively appearance, and felt that the name Xiaohu suited his temperament very well.
Just as he was about to walk into the room, he turned around and saw the little Dream Weaver sitting on the window. He took out a black seed from his small pocket bag, held it in his short hands, and looked at the floating light in the forest.
Xiang Xiang sniffed silently, his eyes watery.
I've only been here for a day and I miss home so much.
Huang Beiyue looked at him and remembered that when she was taken away by her master for the first time, she had secretly looked in the direction of home like this.
She walked over and patted the little Dreamweaver on the head. The little Dreamweaver jumped up with a squeak, holding his seed, and looked at Huang Beiyue extremely nervously.
Huang Beiyue asked funnyly: "Do you have a name?"
"If it's there, just blink. If it's not, don't blink."
The little dream weaver stared with big eyes and didn't dare to blink.
"It doesn't have a name, so let me pick one for you."
The little Dream Weaver looked at her with dazzling eyes, as if looking forward to it.
Huang Beiyue thought for a moment and said, "You keep squeaking all day long. I don't know if you are called squeaking or yakking. Which one do you like?"
The little dreamweaver blinked its eyes and made a few strange chirping sounds.
Huang Beiyue knew that there was no way to communicate with him, so she said: "If you like Yaya, just blink, if you like Zhizhi, don't blink."
The little dream weaver immediately stared without blinking.
It seemed that she liked Zhizhi. Huang Beiyue curled her lips and suddenly wanted to tease him, so she said, "Do you like Zhizhi? But I think Yaya sounds better."
The little dreamweaver immediately walked over with its short legs and showed his black seed to Huang Beiyue like a treasure. It squeaked and squeaked, and it was completely trying to please her.
Huang Beiyue finally laughed: "Zhizhi, I don't understand what you said."
The little Dream Weaver was very disappointed and distressed, and all the petals on its body drooped down, looking dejected.
Huang Beiyue touched his head and said, "Okay, haven't we all called you Zhizhi? If you're still unhappy, I won't give you a name."
The petals on the little Dream Weaver opened in an instant, revealing its round face and grinning silly.
"Okay, let's go eat." Seeing that he was happy and no longer homesick, Huang Beiyue didn't have to worry.
Zhizhi was about to jump off the table, took two steps, thought of something, turned back, placed his seed in front of Huang Beiyue, and winked at her with a smile.
Huang Beiyue picked up the seed and looked at it. She didn't know what kind of plant it was. It was a little bigger than her thumb. It was dark and shiny because it was played with by Zhizhi every day.
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