There was a shout of disgust in the hall, and many people picked up the waiter to chase the wild cat away.

"Honey, are you alright?" the man asked, flicking the porridge off his sleeve and eagerly pulling his female companion beside him.

The woman frowned and kept blowing into the back of her hand.

On the back of the white hand, a piece of hot red skin is particularly dazzling, and a few shocking blisters can be vaguely seen.

Seeing his female companion in such pain, the man felt a nameless fire, only to see him pick up the chair and smash it at the wild cat on the table.

A chair smashed by an adult man in anger can cause serious injuries even if it falls on a person, let alone an emaciated wild cat.

Of course, the premise is that the chair can hit the wild cat, and everyone knows that the cat's movements are very flexible and agile, and the ability to jump and dodge is far beyond the ability of humans.

The wild cat, which was licking the porridge, also noticed the whizzing chair, and it subconsciously prepared to jump up and dodge, but when it crouched down to exert force, one of its legs was raised and did not touch the ground.

Obviously, the wild cat's leg must be lame, which is why it moves so strangely.

Syllable!

The chair slammed on the tabletop, the pots and pans shattered, and the porridge splashed everywhere.

In the nick of time, the wildcat dodged the chair and staggered off the table.

I don't know if it was because of the haste to get the balance right, or because of the leg injury, the wild cat failed to land on all fours, and fell to the floor on its side.

The sound of landing was not heavy, but everyone who saw this scene felt a tremor in their hearts, and the wild cat should have fallen hard!

A staccato cry came from the wildcat's mouth, and it struggled to get to its feet, but its trembling legs could not hold itself up anyway.

Again and again, the wild cat's feet kicked on the ground, its body slightly off the ground, and then it could not support itself and lay down.

The man was about to kick the wild cat with his foot, but his female companion hurriedly grabbed him from behind, ignoring the pain in his hand.

"No, this cat is poor!" said the woman, shaking her head, looking at the wild cat with a little unbearability in her eyes.

The man ripped off his collar irritably, and then shouted at the waiter who was stunned, "Waiter, hurry up and throw this cat out of me!"

A waitress brought in a broom and dustpan, apparently intending to clean up the feral cats as garbage.

The messy ground was littered with pots and bowls and porridge, and the wild cats that fell into it looked particularly lowly.

Perhaps many people have long ignored its weight as a life, and regarded it as an equal existence to the garbage next to it.

A trail of blood flowed from the wild cat's mouth and melted into the porridge, as if aware of its fate, and the wild cat whispered desolately, and a few tears oozed from its round eyes.

"Supreme Heavenly Venerable, this cat has already fallen to such a miserable point, why should the layman be aggressive?"

A slightly weeping childish voice suddenly sounded in the hall, and a short figure ran to the wild cat in three steps and two steps, and then gently picked it up.

Tomorrow Night's eyes were red, and tears were sliding down the baby's fat cheeks, and he held the wild cat in one hand and wiped the porridge on the wild cat with the sleeve of his robe with the other.

Even if the robe was soiled, there was still no dissatisfaction tomorrow night, and he did not let go of the wild cat that made him feel distressed.

"Where did the little Taoist priest come from, his brain was caught in the door panel, right?" said the man with some displeasure.

Although the customers next to them thought that the man's words were extremely harsh and ugly, they also felt that Tomorrow Night's behavior was too abnormal.

Isn't it just a wild cat, and it's not your family, as for crying so sadly?

"Master, I'm afraid he didn't have a stupid brain, right?" Qinglian pulled Xuanwei's sleeve and asked with a slightly complicated expression.

"Tomorrow night he can understand the animal's words, it should be the cat's bark that touched tomorrow night, that's why he is so emotional. Xuan thought about it for a moment and said slowly.

After speaking, Xuan Wei walked straight forward.

He didn't want to get involved in this matter, it was enough for the monks of Lingchan Temple to be compassionate, but since he had already intervened in the night, how could he, as a master, stand by and watch?

"Supreme Heavenly Venerable! The reason why the layman is annoyed is nothing more than that this cat disturbed the dinner of the two of them and injured the female layman! If the layman believes in the poor way, the poor way can cure the burns on the female layman's hands, what does the layman think?" Xuanwei raised his hand and saluted, and said lightly.

There is no doubt that this is a world of face-brushing.

Xuan Wei, who was wearing a Taoist robe, stood there, and gave the human race the charm of the fairy wind and bones, if it weren't for the fact that Xuan Wei looked too young, otherwise he was afraid that he would be the appearance of the legendary immortals!

Facing Xuan Wei, the man who was still menacing just now actually had a sense of being in the vast world, he swallowed his throat involuntarily, and asked a little unconfidently: "This Taoist can really cure my family's Xiaoxiao's hand?"

Obviously, the scald can go to the hospital for treatment, but the man has an inexplicable premonition, and he seems to be more trustworthy than the mysterious young Taoist in front of the hospital!

"Layman, please raise your scalded hand, and observe the specific injury. Xuan Wei didn't answer the man, and said sideways to his female companion.

The woman hesitated, but finally stretched out her arm in front of Xuanwei.

"It's rude!" Xuan Wei said politely, and then reached out to take the woman's arm.

The Qi Hope Technique was quietly opened, and with just a glance, Xuan Wei knew the woman's injuries in his chest.

"The burn on the layman's hand is not serious, and the poor road can be cured immediately, but it is just ......," Xuan Wei said unhurriedly after muttering for a few seconds.

Without waiting for the woman to say anything, the nervous man next to him hurriedly spoke: "Dao Chief, as long as you can heal Xiaoxiao's hand, I can give you a satisfactory consultation fee!"

"Poor Dao is not greedy for medical money, speaking of which, this is also a happy event for the two of them. Xuan Wei waved his hand.

Both of them looked at Xuan Wei suspiciously, completely unaware of what he was talking about.

When Poor Dao Fang observed the layman's injury, he was surprised to find that she was pregnant, but the layman himself did not seem to be aware of it. Xuan Wei didn't play dumb riddles, and said directly.

As soon as these words came out, the two lovers widened their eyes, you look at me, I look at you.

After a long time, the man suddenly roared excitedly: "I'm going to be a father?"

The woman also seemed to forget the pain in her hands, her palms caressed her abdomen, and tears glistened in her eyes.

Poor Dao suggested that the female lay man pay a little attention to her diet and rest, and prescribe a pair of fetal pills if she has time. As for now, Poor Dao should heal the burns on the layman's hands first!" Xuan said softly.