Feng Jiao, who successfully turned Meow Daxian back to the room, and could continue to touch Da Da Daye tonight, finally felt comfortable, and when she walked out of Ling Yuan's room, she immediately took a deep breath.

She went back to her room, waited for a quarter of an hour or so, and finally heard a knock on the door.

She opened the door, transformed into a black cat Ling Yuan, and walked in with elegant cat steps.

Looking at the little chef with her eyes shining, Ling Yuan couldn't help but pout.

What else could he do.

If he didn't come, wouldn't the little cook have to rest with that little white tiger that hates clinginess.

Feng Jiao hugged Ling Yuan in her arms and put him on top of the soft duck down pillow that she had just made and was still warm next to the stove in the room.

"Ah Ling, this is what I have made for you. Try it, is it the same as I said, warm and comfortable? ”

The black cat lay on the soft and warm mat, and only felt that one of his hearts was about to be warmed.

Everyone in the Spirit Realm respected him and was afraid of him, but it was the first time he had met someone who was so kind and gentle to him.

It was precisely because of his deep attachment to her tenderness and his infatuation with her kindness to him that he was more and more afraid to confess to her and tell her his true identity.

He was afraid that one day, once she knew who he was, she would become the same as everyone else, and would turn away from him.

Feng Jiao also got into the warm eiderdown quilt, lay sideways beside the black cat, and raised her hand to stroke the black cat's back.

She didn't dwell on Meow Daxian's strange behavior today, but said: "Ah Ling, it's inevitable that you won't be able to sleep when you have something on your mind, so let me tell you a story I've heard before." ”

Ling Yuan frowned slightly.

It seems that since the little chef came back from Yuxue Sect, she has become very fond of storytelling.

Did she want to convey something to him through the story?

Anyway, tonight his heart is messy, and he can't sleep, so it's better to listen to the story of the little chef and treat it as boring.

Feng Jiao tells the story of the well-known "The Legend of the White Snake" in the era she lived in before she was reborn.

She still remembered that the last time she told Meow Daxian the story of Hu Qing'er and Liu Sheng, a certain Meow Daxian actually fell asleep.

In order to avoid the recurrence of the last tragedy, this time she didn't dare to give full play to her talent for chatting, and told a story of joys and sorrows, full of joys and sorrows in the world.

She was just brief, integrating the synopsis of the story of the Legend of the White Snake into the environmental background of the Spirit Realm, and tried her best to tell Ling Yuan about it in short language.

Ling Yuan listened very seriously, and after listening, he looked at his little cook with soft eyes, and her eyes showed doting and pity.

"What are you talking about...... As soon as you hear it, you know it's just a story. Because there are some unreasonable things about the plot in the story. ”

"Oh? I don't know what you think is unreasonable? ”

Feng Jiao's heart jumped, and her right hand placed in the quilt couldn't help but grasp the soft eiderdown quilt.

Does Meow Daxian feel ...... Shemales fall in love, and this thing itself is unreasonable?

"You just said ...... The snake demon and a human healer gave birth to a handsome son. Their son became a powerful man, freeing his imprisoned mother and his father, who had become a monk. It's something that can't happen in the real world......"