749. Chapter 749 Dreaming back to the millennium [2]
Disgusting! Let me go! Ugly! You never dared to be so rude to me before!
"Put him down with the ax!" Jinfeng had the foresight to realize that Hua Xi just screamed and then calmed down.
He was using his own spiritual power to help her heal her injuries. Jinfeng knew how her body was recovering.
Ever since that little furball gave her something to drink, her body has miraculously recovered.
It's very fast!
Fu Zhan reluctantly threw Xiao Guizi to the ground.
Xiao Guizi rolled over and stood up, shook off the dust on his body, and with a 'grumpy' sound, he hung the jade gourd on Hua Xi's wrist again.
"How is Xiao Xixi?" Fu Zhan raised his head and looked at Hua Xi who had fallen into coma again, feeling very worried.
Jinfeng also looked worriedly, "It seems to be recovering."
Xiao Guizi groaned and looked at these two ugly monsters with disdain.
How dare you blame him just now? Without him, how could the master be fine?
Two idiots!
"Maoqiu, what did you give her to drink?" Jinfeng turned to look at him curiously.
Hair ball? What a hair ball! You are the hair ball!
Xiao Guizi bared her teeth at him and waved her little paws, making a 'chirp' sound.
He can't speak, and they won't understand what he expresses.
However, that is a good thing left by the master.
Jinfeng didn't understand the language of this furry ball at all, so forget it and stop asking, since he wouldn't be able to get anything out of it anyway.
Just wait for Xiao Xixi to wake up and ask her, right?
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A gurgling stream flows down from the snow-capped mountains in the distance.
The ice and snow have just melted, and the stream is bitingly cold, with large and small black stones scattered beside it.
On one of the big rocks in the stream, there was a boy wearing purple dark clothes sitting on it. His elegant black train was lifted to one side, revealing two beautiful little feet with snow-white skin.
The cold and clear stream flowed past his feet. He was not afraid of the cold and looked down boredly.
A tree nearby was full of snow-white apricot blossoms. The petals were falling in the water, and some of them were naughtily close to his feet, as if they were kissing and worshiping them devoutly.
He lowered his head, and his long black hair hung down from his shoulders, almost falling into the water.
"Hey, aren't you cold?" A slightly proud and cold girl's voice sounded from behind the boy.
He raised his head slightly and glanced back casually. Suddenly, a pair of gleaming purple eyes stunned everything around him.
Her face was so beautiful that it was almost impossible to find any adjectives for it. She could only be shocked by the beauty that deeply touched her heart.
A little girl who was smaller than him walked towards him slowly, wearing a red short coat and long skirt, with two buns, and a circle of expensive red pearls around them.
Just looking at the back, I feel that she is a noble and proud little girl, very beautiful.
Because, the moment the purple-eyed boy saw her, a look of surprise quickly flashed in his eyes.
"It's not cold." He lowered his head and said lightly, trying to hide his little happiness.
The little girl walked to the stream, squatted down, tested the water temperature with a finger, and immediately retracted it.
"It's obviously very cold!" she said domineeringly.
"I'm not afraid of the cold." The boy didn't care and didn't even look at her.
His feet were swinging leisurely in the stream, and he seemed very happy.
The little girl stood up and looked at him strangely: "Who are you? Why have I never seen you?"
