"Phew"

The dagger stabbed down, but it was not the human body that was touching the hand, but the bed quilt with the temperature left behind by the person who had been lying here not long ago.

Jun Qing Pheasant pinched the dagger in his hand, and looked at the white cat that suddenly appeared in his arms with his eyes flickering, his eyes were obscure in the dark night, as if a streamer flashed.

Suddenly, he noticed that the white cat in his arms moved, and his body was faster than his brain. The dagger in his hand has been put back in its place.

Yi Mengmeng woke up frightened, and with the intuition of small animals, she would know the warning of danger even in her sleep.

But when she woke up, all she saw was Da Bao'er's open eyes, and her little heart stopped for a moment, only to find that she had recovered into a white cat, and her heart instantly returned to its original place.

Looking at Da Bao'er's clear eyes, I thought about it, maybe I had a nightmare?

Then he tried to put aside Zhou Gong's kind invitation, and struggled to come forward to give comfort.

"Meow" is familiar with the delicate and soft.

Jun Qingpheasant felt the white cat climbing forward towards him, his face was expressionless, but his hand was raised.

But before I touched the white cat, I was stiffened by the wetness on my chin!

The whole person stayed deeply at the moment when the cat's tongue was licked.

The hand hanging in the air seemed to be bound by an invisible rope.

After a long time, small snoring sounded one after another, breaking the stiffness of the clear-eyed man.

Eventually, the hand fell, weakly, to the side, without touching the original target.

Perhaps it was too dark this night to block all the emotions that were exposed; Or unfazed by the scene in front of him, the man on the bed finally slowly closed his eyes.

The next morning, the first rays of sunlight repelled the rich night, and the pheasant opened its eyes.

Clear eyes, where is the worry when you just wake up on weekdays?

Seeing the tiredness under the eyes, it is clear that he has not slept all night.

Jun Qingpheasant's eyes moved downward, looking at the white cat in his arms who was still sleeping heavily, all his emotions had been well covered after a night of brewing, and the color under his eyes was extremely bland, no different from the past.

He can still live a new life, so what is the wonder of this world to add one more thing, even if he encounters it in person?

It's just that the emperor's real body is a white cat, or did he go through something later to transform into a white cat?

If the real body is a white cat, then why did the previous life treat him like that when he first entered the palace, and then comforted and accompanied him all the time?

If you have experienced something and become a white cat, why did you become a white cat? Did she passively become or actively become a white cat? If so, for what purpose?

Everything turned into a question hovering over him.

But—

Jun Qing Pheasant's fingers stroked the smooth fur of the white cat, and the fingertips slowly moved to the back of the white cat's neck under the touch, staying there and no longer moving.

None of this can change the fact that his family is full of blood.

Jun Qing Pheasant's eyes are very light, but they are also extraordinarily bright in the sun, but the cold color under this brightness is extremely obvious, so obvious that as long as you close your eyes slightly, you can detect the coldness and coldness in the depths of the eyes.

The fingers slowly closed as time passed, sinking little by little into the white and flawless fur, touching the skin that flowed with blood through the fluffy touch.

As if feeling something, the white cat, who was immersed in sleep, suddenly shuddered. The next moment, the eyelids seem to be moving, and they can wake up at any time.

The fingers, which were already close to the skin, withdrew their hands in an instant when they noticed the slight trembling marks.

His eyes were so lukewarm to look at the cat with fluttering eyelashes and opening his eyes leisurely.

When Yi Mengmeng was a little conscious, she only felt that something seemed to be leaving her neck, and she didn't think much about it, she was attracted by the skin under her.

My heart was overjoyed, and when I opened my eyes with trembling, my paws quickly moved.

While softly coming to a "meow" coquettish and cute and well-behaved, a series of knowing Dafa, while the paws were dishonestly rubbing Dabaoer's porcelain-white skin back and forth.

is coquettish and fast, and even pushes the cat's face up.

Hearing the familiar meow of a cat, Jun Qing's eyes moved, but when he felt the plush feeling on his chest, there seemed to be a ghostly light flashing under his eyes.

When he saw the cat leaning in front of him, the paws on his chest seemed to have a reason. At that moment, he was a little skeptical of his guess.

can still cover his vest tightly, without exposing a little bit of Yi Mengmeng's still happy meow, just thinking about giving his big treasure a good morning.

Look, the soft cat meow is the beginning of an early morning, and it is the beginning of a beautiful day~

Jun Qing Pheasant seemed to enjoy life this day, pushed everything, did nothing, and held the white cat there to enjoy the spring sunshine.

Spring...... Day?

Suddenly, Jun Qing's face turned black when he thought of these two words, as deep as black ink.

But the next moment it returned to its original state strangely, and even fed the white cat with a small snack quite leisurely.

Yi Mengmeng's heart also followed Jun Qing Pheasant's sudden change in face up and down, and now seeing that Jun Qing Pheasant had returned to its original state, she instantly breathed a big sigh of relief, and she didn't look at the food she was fed, she suddenly held it in her mouth, and her tongue rolled, but not only rolled the snack in her mouth, but also accidentally touched Jun Qing Pheasant's fingertips.

The cat's eyes seem to be stunned, but if you look closely, it seems that there is nothing, and it is still clear and makes people happy, and you can see the bottom at a glance.

Jun Qingpheasant, who was holding a book of wild monster chatter, felt the wet touch on his fingertips and the moist feeling for a moment, and then looked at the chatter in his hand and his eyes deepened.

And at this moment, Yi Mengmeng, who is obsessed with taking advantage of his shocking advantage, smashes his mouth, chews a small snack that is divided by two, and he is about to swallow the fine pieces.

But the sudden taste in her mouth made her want to vomit instantly.

Horses, which one of them has lost their conscience and mixed the snack with coriander foam!

The feeling in her mouth was too obvious and too dark, so that she no longer cared about what she was indulging in the happiness of taking advantage, and there was only one thought in her head: I want to vomit, I want to vomit, I don't want coriander~

But she didn't notice the curvature of the corners of the mouth of the person behind her when she jumped down and scurried around.

seems to be sad and happy, cold and cold, mixed with Qingming, and finally returns to the relief of "caught".

But relief was followed by struggle.

Jun Qing Pheasant looked at the white cat buried in the teacup not far away and couldn't wait to come out for a lifetime, sighed softly, low and inaudible, and finally drifted into the air.

She killed him all over the house, but redeemed him for a lifetime.

Some accounts can't be calculated!

Since eating a bite of the snack full of coriander, it was like a white cat that had lost its spirit and looked at the fish in front of him, and for the first time looked at his big treasure full of small resentment.

Why?

Tell her why?

Why put coriander on small fish?

God, why?

I want to twist my neck and ignore my big treasure, and I don't want to go to the small bowl in front of me that exudes the fragrance of fish and the "charming taste" of coriander. But when his eyes touched Da Bao'er's soft face again, all the stalemate, and the white cat, who had decided to be angry for 0.5 seconds, cracked a crack in his heart that was still cold and hard for a second.

"Why don't you eat it? Not to your liking? ”

The soft voice floated over and drilled into the ears of the white cat, crispy and numb, and the next moment, the voice floated into the small heart that had a crack, and all the cold and hard instantly collapsed, and the loss was a mess.

The white cat still stalks its neck, but once again, it doesn't look like a refusal. Instead, he stared at the small fish bowl in front of him with deep hatred, his eyes burning, as if he wanted to stare at the food in front of him for a hole.

There was a long stalemate, hesitation, struggle, as if it were going to eternity.

In the end, I couldn't hide from the voice, "It turns out that I really don't have the same appetite!" It seems that I still don't want to cook in the future, I don't even like cats......"

The gentle fluttering sound is almost inaudible, but the cat's ears are particularly sensitive.

Shaking a little, the struggle in the cat's eyes became deeper and deeper, but the disappointment in the sentence just now seemed to have turned into a small brush, constantly rubbing, rubbing, making her want to ignore the past.

But the more you ignore it, the more obvious it becomes.

Suddenly, I saw that the cat who had been struggling for a long time opened his eyes wide, and ran outside with a mouthful of fish and rice.

Even though the flavor of coriander gradually spread in the mouth, it became deeper and deeper, but it did not loosen a bit, let alone swallow a little.

Jun Qing Pheasant's eyebrows were slightly raised when he saw that the white cat wanted to eat fish, but his face instantly became gloomy when the cat suddenly turned into a fish in his mouth and ran away.

After a while, Jun Qing Pheasant stood up leisurely, with a beautiful posture, and walked outside step by step.

"Which direction?"

Dark, who was a little confused by his master's words, quickly reacted, and raised his fingers and pointed in one direction.

When Jun Qing Pheasant found the white cat, what he saw was that the bold cat in his arms nested on the trunk of the tree, licking its paws, and from time to time giving a look at a three-flowered cat on the ground.

And the three-flowered cat's mouth is the fish rice that appeared on the table not long ago.

The scene is somehow somewhat heartwarming.

Jun Qingzhi stood in the distance, looking at the somewhat warm scene, and sighed softly, short and subtle, and soon disappeared into the air.

Dark One watched his master turn around and leave, frowning a little puzzled, why did he think that his master seemed to be in danger now?

A danger that can't be provoked?

Yi Mengmeng, who was licking her paws, suddenly raised her head and looked in one direction, with doubts in her eyes.

Is it a delusion?

Why did she seem to hear Da Bao'er's voice?

It should be an illusion, and soon Yi Mengmeng reined in her mind and carefully stared at the three-flowered cat under the tree to finish eating the fish with coriander little by little.

Then he walked leisurely to his accommodation.

There was a meow behind him, and Yi Mengmeng's footsteps did not pause and continued to walk forward.

"Meow~" Boss, when will there be dried fish to eat?

"Meow~" I don't know, I'll be gone soon, and there may not be any dried fish to eat in the future.

"Meow~" That's a pity!

"Meow woo" uh-huh.

With a casual reply, the short but somewhat excited conversation ended, and the white cat squinted and walked forward.

It's a pity, it's not a pity to go home with Da Bao'er, it's very happy!

That's the best thing in this life!

It is used to be together for a long time.

With such a good mood, Yi Mengmeng jumped back to the nest, aimed at the direction of Da Bao'er, and jumped over like a small cannonball.

While still meowing: Da Bao'er, you can go home soon~

However, all the excitement was replaced by confusion when the arm that appeared on her way at the moment of collision, because of the reaction force, when it fell to the ground in an instant!

What's going on?

"Meow~" Aggrieved Baba~

Why? Boom~

The white cat, who experienced two devastating blows from the coriander killer in one day, and was hit by the obstruction that had not appeared for a long time, collapsed on the ground like that, staring at the pitiful eyes, full of accusations.

The meow is like a sleepless night, and it doesn't stop at all.

But Da Bao'er didn't seem to hear her accusation, and was still immersed in her own world and ignored her.

Yi Mengmeng's eyes were blank.

Then came the grief and pain.

Da Bao'er actually ignored her!

Yi Mengmeng doesn't understand why this is happening?

Wanting to verify that this was not true, he stood up with a tired and sad heart, and staggered towards Da Bao'er.

The miserable pinching of the small throat "meow", this pity is more pitiful than the devastated flowers after the storm.

Jun Qing's eyes flashed, and the coldness and hardness in his eyes still existed, but it seemed to think of something, and the coldness was finally replaced by the softness of the false meaning.

Put down the scroll in your hand, bend down and pick up the miserable cat.

Yi Mengmeng watched herself being picked up, she couldn't help herself happily, she said, it is impossible for Da Bao'er to treat herself like that, just now, the situation just now was an accident.

"What's wrong? This miserable little pitiful look? Who bullied you? The gentle voice of the breath hit the tip of the white cat's ear, soft and unspoken.

Yi Mengmeng tried to ignore the misery in her heart, and then thought happily: Look, she said it was an accident, Da Bao'er admitted it, Da Bao'er didn't find her just now, it was just an accident.

Repeatedly emphasized, as if to completely erase the unease in my heart, in fact, this is the case.

The familiar hair on her back made Yi Mengmeng can't help but squint her eyes.

Spoiled, you must be coquettish at this time, and then sell miserably.

Following the strength on his back, he rubbed it, and Yi Mengmeng meowed softly.

The meaning of snuggling could not be more obvious.

When night fell, Yi Mengmeng, who had successfully begged for a Dabao'er bed for the first time in these days, with the help of selling miserable Dafa, cried with joy.

Don't want to choke up in your little throat, your eyes are hazy with tears, it's not cute, it's not pitiful.

Feeling the strength of being hugged again, Yi Mengmeng was simply overjoyed.

Another soft meow and fell into a deep sleep.

I have been watching the overall situation, and I have seen the death path of my own host from beginning to end, and when I saw Jun Qing's dark and light-colored eyes getting brighter and colder, I quietly made a decision in my heart.

The matter of exposing the vest is still not in vain with its own host.

After all, it didn't see anything, so it was purple~