Xuan Mink was silent, his little paws on his arm in front of him, and he patted rhythmically to soothe.

After a long time, her hoarse voice came from behind her: "Xuan Mink, I almost thought you were dead."

"Don't leave me, don't leave me......"

"I really ......"

The rest of the words were not spoken, only silence.

The little guy's words made Xuan Mink feel so distressed that he couldn't wait to turn back time immediately and go back to kill the self who agreed to Jiuhua's proposal.

But it doesn't have this ability, and the reality is clearly in front of it.

It's still too weak, too weak to protect the little one, to get rid of the little one's demons, to help her when she needs it, or even ...... hurt her in turn......

The sable had never hated itself so much, and the little one's words were like a sharp knife cutting through its heart, leaving bloody scars after the severe pain.

"Squeak, squeak......"

All it can give her now is guarantees.

"Okay." The little guy answered softly, she was silent for a moment, but still asked, "Is it a set up game today?" ”

Xuan Mink's body stiffened and nodded silently.

"Is it because of my demons?"

Xuan Mink turned his head to look at her and said in surprise, "Squeak?"

The little guy sent away the arm that hugged Xuan Mink: "When the heart demon attacked, Jiuhua said it."

"Squeak." Xuan Diao looked at the calm appearance of the little guy and couldn't help but tell her the ins and outs of the matter.

The little guy listened quietly, and then said softly, "Thank you."

"Squeak?" Xuan Mink, who was already ready to be held accountable by the little guy, was stunned by the little guy's thanks.

The corner of the little guy's mouth raised a faint smile: "Fortunately, it's fake."

It's good that you're okay, and it's good that I wasn't left alone......

Looking at the little guy's smile, inexplicably, the original psychological burden of Xuan Mink suddenly dissipated a lot.

It handed the pure heart bead and the feather in his arms to the little one.

"What is this?"

The emerald green beads have a cold warmth after touching the hand, while the fiery red feathers give the opposite touch.

However, there is a familiar air to her.

"Squeak, squeak." Xuan Mink relayed what Jiuhua said before to the little guy.

"Hmm." The little guy put these two things into the Qiankun bag, and then got up.

Xuan Mink asked suspiciously, "Squeak?"

"I'll go see Jiuhua."

"Squeak." The sable pressed the little one back to the bed and lay down.

Jiuhua doesn't know where to run at this time, and the little guy has just experienced the demon when he needs to recuperate, and he runs around before he is well adjusted, how can this work?

"It's getting late, it's time for me to make dinner."

The little guy still wanted to get up, and was pressed back by the sable.

"Squeak, squeak." Sable patted his chest, then turned to make dinner.

Isn't it just cooking, but it's hard to beat the mink, just let the little guy taste the craftsmanship of the mink, hum.

In the end, the little guy still followed Xuan Mink's meaning and obediently lay on the bed to recuperate.

Originally, she wanted to ...... That's it, so be it.

The little one closed his eyes and sketched out the handwriting engraved on the feather in his mind.

Unintentional, unintentional......

It's a good match.

……

The sable finished the hunt with great interest and prepared to cook a big meal for the little one.

It was originally a happy thing, but some people ran to a bad mood.

Xuan Mink glanced at Qing Ling, who was sitting and drinking tea, and secretly scolded himself: This guy usually doesn't see people, but today he is quite idle, heh.

Knowing that Qing Ling didn't like the fumes when frying meat, Xuan Mink deliberately blew the wind towards Qing Ling.

Qing Ling glanced at it lightly, and the smoky oil smoke turned his head and slapped it all on Xuan Mink's face.

The sable was caught off guard and choked and coughed.

Finally relieving itself, it said angrily to Qing Ling: "Squeak?!"

Qing Ling was unhurried: "I should ask you this sentence."

"Squeak?!" Xuan Mink retorted with confidence.

Qing Ling glanced at Xuan Mink and put down the teacup in his hand: "Over the past year, your mink has become a lot thicker."

"Squeak!" Xuan Mink was choked by angry words.

Okay, it's mocking the mink again.

Qing Ling didn't intend to continue to pay attention to Xuan Mink's nonsense, he turned the conversation and said, "She's awake?"

"Squeak?" Xuan Mink was confused, and he didn't react for a while to who Qing Ling was talking about.

Qing Ling took a sip of tea and said, "Unintentional."

Centerless?

Xuan Mink was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, oh, it turned out to mean the little guy.

"Squeak." Xuan Mink then fried the meat, and returned angrily.

"She doesn't know about the blood pact?"

The sable hugged the paw of the shovel for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"Heh, no wonder she would fall for such a clumsy trap."

The sable kept silent.

"Did you forget, or did you deliberately not say it?"

"Squeak."

"Slow down?" Qing Ling chuckled, "She'll find out sooner or later." ”

Xuan Mink was still silent.

Qing Ling didn't say much, turned around and disappeared in place.

After Qing Ling left, Xuan Mink breathed a sigh of relief.

Rubbing his tight little face, he happily prepared a big meal for the little guy again.

……

Like a year of water, five years in the blink of an eye.

The cold of winter permeates every corner of the continent, and this time is the quietest time in the Ten Thousand Beast Forest, when weak monsters will hide, and many monsters that lack food will also choose to sleep.

Dots of pure white fall from the depths of the clouds into the verdant courtyard, and the white snow and sprite forests are intertwined into a beautiful picture of winter.

"The sparse branches are thin and thin, and the small calyx is pearlescent. One flower changes suddenly, and all flowers are fragrant. ”

In the courtyard, the place that was originally opened up by Qingling to make a medicine field was replaced by a small pavilion with four corners. There is an ancient tree planted at the entrance of the house, the trunk is tall, the branches are strong, the vermilion flowers are like stars dotted on the branches, cold and bright, the dark fragrance floats, and the tree is full of fragrance.

In the pavilion, a low table, two puff cushions, Jiuhua lazily leaned on the pavilion railing, still wearing a red dress, more gorgeous than the red plum blooming at the entrance of the courtyard, more hot.

"The red plums of the western moon and the snowfall in the sky are really a must."

The cold wind was blocked from the barrier, and light smoke rose from the top of the teapot on the low table, which had been scorched by the green flames, and the smell of tea wafted in the air.

Qing Ling listened to the sound of boiling water in the teapot, and after tapping his fingertips three times, he took off the teapot, poured the first cup of tea into the teacup that had been prepared a long time ago, and then handed it to Jiuhua on the side.

Jiuhua took the teacup and chuckled: "It's not easy to drink your cup of tea, it's still a pleasure to drink."

Qing Ling poured a cup of tea for himself, and replied lightly: "You said that you want to feel the elegant things in Xiyue's mouth."

Jiuhua took a sip of tea: "Xiyue Zhong Lingyu is beautiful, and beauties are everywhere, among these four countries, I am the most heartfelt."

Qing Ling smiled faintly: "It's just that the beauty of Xiyue can make you drink tea instead of drinking."

"Stealing a half-day of leisure, I can also experience the fun of mortals." Jiuhua drank all the tea in the cup, shook his head and sighed lightly, "It's still the spirit wine you brewed." ”