The big white hairball's body was completely wet, and he kept dripping water, and there was a layer of mist in his big crimson eyes, and he looked like he was about to cry.

Two thin and soft little claws stretched out and put them on the corners of Ling Luo's skirt, as if to say: If you abandon me again, I will die for you.

Where was Ling Luo so easy to fool, glared at it fiercely, and said, "In the spring of the temple, why do you want to bite me?" ”

The big white hairball was stunned for a moment, two white thin paws waving in the air, and his mouth was "babbling", saying some language that Ling Luo couldn't understand.

Ling Luo's brows furrowed deeply.

"Forget it, don't talk about it. I don't understand it anyway. ”

The big white furball obviously understood human speech, and immediately became anxious, gesturing with both hands, and jumping on the ground.

Ling Luo didn't take it seriously for a while, she threw it into the deep pool of spring water over and over again, she still felt that it was difficult, anyway, this thing knew water again, and it would climb up and pester her again.

The big white furball jumped in front of Ling Luo's eyes, looking at her pitifully with its big crimson eyes, its whole body trembling, and hugged its body with two small white thin paws.

Ling Luo glanced at it lightly, pointed to the fire, and said, "If it's cold, go bake it yourself." ”

The big white furball had a somewhat aggrieved flat mouth, "whined" twice, stretched out a small white claw, pointed at Xuanyuan Yu, and squinted his eyes and pointed at himself expectantly.

"Do you want me to warm Yu's body and help you roast your white hair?" Ling Luo raised his eyebrows, his beautiful eyes were bright and uncertain, and the corners of his lips hooked a meaningful arc.

"Babble-"

The big white hairball nodded desperately like a chicken pecking rice.

"It's up to you, and you're not worthy."

Ling Luo snorted softly, and with a contemptuous look, he lightly swept the culprit.

It's okay now, she and Yu are now in the mountains of Zhushen Mountain, such a big underground cave, except for dead branches and stalactites, there is not even an exit.

The big white furball listened to Ling Luo's words, obviously unconvinced, waved his little white paw at Xuanyuan Yu, and winked at Ling Luo as if flattering.

"It's useless, Yu is my person, so I volunteered to bake clothes for him with the vitality of fire, what are you?"

Ling Luo sighed softly, sat down beside Xuanyuan Yu, stretched out his hand, and gently traced the contours of his face, his eyes extremely affectionate.

The big white hairball was stunned, and carefully recalled Ling Luo's words.

What did she say?

The man lying on the ground was her man, so she was willing to dry him; So, is she willing to dry herself as long as she becomes hers?

The big white hairball squatted there, holding two thin little white paws, as if he had made some great determination, nodded heavily, and "babbled".

Immediately after, it fluttered its wet wings and flew in front of Ling Luo's face.

Ling Luo took a big jump and exclaimed, "What are you doing?" ”

The big white furball winked at Ling Luo very kindly, and a very beautiful crimson light emanated from his body.

Ling Luo was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he felt the big wet white hairball put his head against his eyebrows.

There was something very important, the pineal gland that passed through the center of the eyebrows was directly imprinted in Ling Luo's heart.