Yes, of course.

He also has the consciousness that he has cultivated.

He still has a life that he desperately wants to protect.

How could he be willing to die!

How could he be willing to die!

How could he die!

He can't die yet!

The blurry world in front of him is no different from a blind man to Ayu, but it doesn't matter, as a cat, he also has a keen sense of hearing and smell.

He could hear the sound of the sword and smell the runes.

That's enough.

Since Fu Ze doesn't want to go, then don't go, Ah You can't stop at this moment. He approached Fu Ze's hand with difficulty and kissed it cherishedly, and licked off the blood that he had accidentally rubbed, and then his gray-blue eyes seemed to be bent, and he was smiling at the man.

Fu Ze was stunned, he seemed to see that when he first met Ah You three years ago, the fist-sized white ball kitten bent a pair of blue cat pupils and flicked its tail at him.

This tactful and long-haired spring cat told him to listen to it for three years.

Fu Ze, I'm afraid that this time Ah You is really coming back to the light.

Ah You also knew, but he didn't care, as long as he could protect Fu Ze's safety.

The floating waves on the silver sword became more and more violent, and Ah You's consciousness ached, and in the end, Ah You no longer suppressed it, and his consciousness was enlarged and surrounded by a hundred silver swords-

also surrounded him and Fu Ze.

Fu Ze was too close to Ayu.

Ayu is the center of consciousness.

This time the shock was no longer the same as the previous one, as if there were no waves and no silence, but Fu Ze felt as if a large piece had been hollowed out in his heart, and he was so panicked that he couldn't breathe.

One silver sword melted into the air, two silver swords melted into the air, ten, hundred, it seemed like a long time, and it seemed like it was just a moment, and the silver swords that filled most of the room with murderous intent left only the remains of silver light, and the bedroom was also rapidly warming up.

It's as if nothing happened.

If you don't have the embarrassment of the middle bed.

And the white cat, how can it still be called a white cat, a blood-red cat, how can there be a trace of snow.

Even the white fingers that had been carefully licked by Fu Ze a second ago were dyed most of the bright red.

Fu Ze lowered his eyes and looked at his fingers, the knuckles were slender, white and powerful when he looked at them, among men, his hands were delicate, even a little small, but Ah Youhua's hands were more delicate than him, and his palms were very warm to hold.

Fu Ze has been nostalgic for that warmth many times.

It's a pity that you will experience it again in the future?

The body of the white cat was already very cold when Fu Ze touched it, and now there was no trace of temperature, Fu Ze stubbornly grabbed his bloody front paws, and the meat pads under the claws were already soft, probably the cleanest and only part of the white cat's body that was not eroded by blood.

Did Ayu prevent this disaster for him?

Is it because he opened this door that Ayu will become like this?

He and Ayu are both in the silver sword, why is he still standing well?

Aren't these demonic powers Ayu's? Why is this happening?

Is it his fault? Did he kill Ayu?

No, when he came in, he saw a hundred silver swords in the bedroom, and at that time, Ah You was already covered in blood.

So, is Ayu going crazy?

Fu Ze has always been in a state of half-understanding about cultivation, and according to Ah You's situation, he can only use his own experience to come up with these four words.

Just these four words made Fu Ze's heart cold for a while.

He didn't know if his guess was correct, but even if it was? Fu Ze is not a doctor and does not know how to see a doctor; It's not a human repair, and it's defenseless.

Not to mention......

Fu Ze trembled his other hand and groped under the white cat's nose-

Didn't breathe.

There was no faint breath either.

Fu Ze tugged at the corners of his mouth, even if he was a doctor, even if he was a human cultivator, he had no medicine to cure and no disease to treat.

His cat is gone.

And he ...... Alive.

Later, Fu Ze had thought countless times that if he hadn't opened this door at that time, with Ah You's innate ability to be a mortal, and with Heaven's love for Ah You, would his cat not have to suffer again, and would he have been able to save the day before the Silver Sword Riot.

But there is no if.

Fu Ze has read countless novels, and has seen the scenes of the male protagonist and heroine repenting in countless novels, what did he think at that time?

He confidently thought that he would not be such a person.

But he just became such a person.

No matter how much the male and female protagonists in the novel regret and are sad, they will eventually have a way to clean up their mess, and even make these protagonists more emotional and more capable.

Fu Ze secretly hated, he didn't have the subordinates of the protagonist in front of him, let alone the capable people who answered questions, he didn't even know if there were other cultivators in the world, he thought he could live peacefully with Ah You, but when Ah You became a cat demon, he began to naturally fantasize about the days when Ah You turned into a person and lived with him in the future.

He said that he was not in a hurry, but he was the most anxious in his heart.

Humans are social animals.

He longs for companionship and rejects loneliness.

He craves warmth and rejects cold.

He completely forgot that he was just a human being.

What they have in common with cultivators is just a pair of skins.

Tearing apart the appearance of peace, he is just a burden to drag Ah You's legs.

What is it to provide Ah You with some food every day, Fu Ze doesn't believe that Ah You will have good food and a good place to live on his own.

He forgot that when he had gray hair and wrinkled face, Ah You was still that young man with delicate facial features and handsome appearance.

How could he have forgotten it?

It should have been like this, but now, his appearance is still young, and Ayu has finished his life in front of him.

The lifespan of cats is shorter than that of humans, and the lifespan of cat demons can be hundreds or thousands of times longer than that of humans.

The man gently held the cat on the bed carefully in his arms, the cat body was soft, and the blood stains on the cat's hair rubbed on his clothes without revealing it, the man didn't care at all, he just cared about adjusting the position of the cat in his arms, for fear that the cat would be a little uncomfortable.

It's as if the cat in your arms is still alive.

Ah You loves to be clean, and he must not be happy to be so dirty, Fu Ze rubbed the cat's head and walked quickly to the bathroom.

He's going to have to give him a good bath.

The warm water rushed through, and the blood easily slipped off the cat's body along the water trails, revealing the snow-white hair inside, Fu Ze smeared the shower gel, and carefully scrubbed the white cat's paws, and then a small arm was supported, the water swept through, the foam was washed away, and the man slowly wrapped the big cat with a bath towel, and wiped the wet hair dry little by little.

Combing by hand, each white hair was soft and smooth to a horizontal direction, Fu Ze raised his eyes and looked at the white cat that was clean again.

Well, it's still the big white cat with slippery fur.

Fu Ze changed into clean clothes, returned to the bedroom with the white cat in his arms, changed the new sheets, and took Ayou to lie on the bed with the remaining pillow.

I don't know if Ah You is the reason for the cat demon, his body is still not stiff at the moment, it is very soft, but Fu Ze has washed it with warm water several times, and his body temperature is still very cold, and the demon power may be related to Ah You's.

"Ayou, can I help you warm up?" The man sighed softly in the ear of the white cat, lifted his shirt and sent the white cat to himself, the cold temperature made the man tremble subconsciously, but his body was closer to the white cat.

"Good night, Ayu." Putting his hand on the white cat's back from beginning to end, Fu Ze lowered his head and rubbed the snow-white soft fur with his face, and slowly closed his eyes.

If it was just a dream today, he hoped that the nightmare would disappear when he woke up tomorrow.

Tomorrow, Ah You may play a trick on him and lick him with her tongue in his arms.

With a strong hand, the man hugged the white cat tighter.

Even if the time of the human and the demon is not equal, please let him grasp this memory now.

Memories of him and Ayu.

His time is still there, and he is willing to trade his time for Ayu's time to continue to start.

His mind gradually emptied, his eyelids seemed to be very heavy, and Fu Ze fell asleep at some point.

The white cat snuggled tightly to the man, and the room was very warm at a glance.

In the middle of the moon, the wind outside still carried a hint of heat, and the room temperature in the room gradually cooled down.

The temperature in the bedroom is dropping.

The air conditioner has long since stopped working.

Fu Ze frowned in his sleep, his body was half-bent, but he didn't wake up for a long time.

The chill continues to rise.

In the corner of the bedroom, you can faintly see the frost on the condensation.

Fu Ze seemed to feel the chill in his abdomen getting heavier and heavier.

The chill is a little familiar.

But before Fu Ze could think about it, he fell into a deeper sleep.

It's too cold, and the body automatically turns on the protective mechanism.

It's hibernating.

Frost appeared in the bedroom, falling on the floor, on the bed, on the man, on the white cat's hair.

The frost-colored ice melted on the jet-black hair, and the transparent water droplets stuck to the pillow along the slightly curved ends of the hair, wetting the fabric.

Frost-colored ice, snow-white hair, and the same whiteness, the two together can't tell each other apart, and when you look at it, there is only a flawless white.

On the white cat, there is nothing else at all except his white fur.

There is no frost.

It's not normal to get dark.

Bang, bang, bang.

The sound reverberated through the room.

The beating of the heart.

Frost melts into the white cat's body.

Every time it blends, the flawless white hair becomes whiter.

At night, it seems to glow white.

- Heavenly Dao, Fu Ze is my life.

- Heavenly Dao, I give you my life.

- Heavenly Dao, I want to save him.

- Heavenly Dao, if Fu Ze is not guaranteed, there will be no natural mortal things in the world.

- Heavenly Dao, I exchange my blood, please, save Aze.

- Aze, don't have a cat in the future, it's too easy to like you.

Fu Zejun's eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper, and tears kept flowing down the corners of his eyes, is this a dream?

Why is it so true?

This voice, is it Ayu?

Heaven? Ayu is talking to the way of heaven?

Ayu is seeking the way of heaven? Ayu's proud character? To save him?

When Ah You woke up for the last time, was he already overdrawing his body and begging for heaven?

Tears hit the cat in her arms, wetting a snow-white coat. Fu Ze's heart trembled, and his face was full of despair.

How can he repay this love?! How can he save his cat?!!

His cat gave him his life!!

His cat gave the peerless bloodline to the Heavenly Dao!!