The beast bag on his waist shook suddenly.

Sang Ling hurriedly opened the bag and took out the little black milk cat, only to see the kitten shrunk and her body trembling violently.

A pair of trembling pale green eyes, with a layer of mist, looked at her miserably, Sang Ling admitted that she had softened.

The back of his neck, which he grabbed with his left hand, wanted to put it on the ground, but suddenly he turned around and put it on his thigh.

The legs are placed straight, and on Sang Ling's slender and straight calves are a pair of slightly fleshy thighs. The thighs naturally sink together, forming a depression, the little black milk cat put it up, stepped on it a few times, and saw that the touch was warm and warm, and I didn't want to move the nest for a while.

The handkerchief that was originally wiping sweat also brushed the corner of the kitten's eyes, and wiped away the tears with a clean corner.

The right hand was covered under the sleeve, little by little from the head to the back, the movements were gentle to avoid the wound, patient, and it didn't take long for Sang Ling to feel that the dumplings under his hands had changed from stiff and reluctant to dodge, to soft and suitable, and snorted comfortably.

As soon as the figure was crooked, Sang Ling's hand stroking his back naturally fell on the belly, Sang Ling only felt that the touch under his hand was softer and thicker, and he rubbed it gently and gently, and found that it was wrong.

With affection on his fingertips, he smiled and poked the little black milk cat's head a few times:

"You cat, it turns out that you have already eaten it in the bag, and you only came up with it when you are full. I thought you were in a hurry in the beast bag, but I didn't expect you to be a shrewd person, knowing that you filled your stomach first. ”

The little black milk cat pretended not to hear, and when she saw Sang Ling stop, she opened her squinted eyes, stretched out a little pink tongue, and carefully licked Sang Ling's fingers a few times.

"Meow meow—"

Meowed twice flatteringly, as if admitting his mistake.

The first time he made a sound, it was not the small milk sound that came out, but it was more brutal than that of ordinary cats. It is also more spiritual, and it seems to understand people's speech.

The memory flashed in her mind, and Sang Ling was suspicious, in the alley at that time, was it really a kitten who ran out in a panic and kicked over the broken bamboo basket?

The sound she heard when she turned her back didn't seem to be the sound of a broken bamboo basket hitting the ground, it seemed to be ...... Person?

"Are you going to the deep house too?"

A clear young voice suddenly sounded in the oblique thorn, interrupting the thoughts in his head.

Follow the sound and look at it.

Under the green umbrella cover by the stream, a plainly dressed clean young man stood behind him, and when he saw Sang Ling turning around, he smiled happily, and it seemed that even the sunlight was a little inferior.

Sang Ling frowned, wasn't this the monk boy who was chatting with those monks under the tea shed before?

The mountains and forests are dense, and there are many forks in the road outside the city, how did you get here?

Look at his clothes, he is no different from himself, he looks like an ordinary disciple of an unfamous family, and his strength is not much higher than his own.

It seems harmless.

Seeing Sang Ling's vigilant look, the young man took the initiative to spread his hands and said:

"I came out to practice, we met in the tea shed just now, do you remember?"

Hmph, of course I remember, otherwise why would I think you're weird?

Sang Ling snorted coldly.

The young man seemed to understand again, and continued:

"I was going to go to the deep house, and I didn't follow you. It's just that when I inquired in the village, the villagers said that you were the same as me, so they pointed you in the direction you were going. I thought that the two of us happened to be companions, so I licked my face and came over, my brother wouldn't be unwelcome, right? ”

Unable to understand this person's strange enthusiasm, Sang Ling turned her face coldly, glanced at her clothes, and saw that she couldn't see anything wrong, and she still looked like a thin low-level male monk, so she was relieved.

She ignored the man and scrutinized the cat's injuries. I asked the doctor in the hospital to carefully examine it before, and there was no injury to the bones and internal organs, just some flesh wounds, so I simply prepared some medicine and sent her away.

But at that time, the doctor's attitude was very disapproving, thinking that he only thought that the little black milk cat was a mortal beast, and it was born with an ominous black, and he had a look of disgust throughout the whole process. Even the inspection process was based on the spirit stone given by Sang Ling, and it was done hastily. I don't know if this check is exhaustive.

The situation is like this, and the people are like this, so Sang Ling is not much surprised, or to take revenge on the doctor.

After a closer examination, he saw that there were indeed no other internal injuries, so he was relieved.

took out the ointment, and with a gentle touch of his fingertips, the white ointment was melted into a transparent color by the warmth of his hand, and a strange and slightly bitter herbal fragrance diffused.

attracted the young man who was squatting under the tree to drink water, his eyes also poked over, and he said in surprise:

"It's really a high-grade elixir, I look like a poor sour ghost, and I'm willing to spend money for a black cat, I don't know if you're fake and generous, or if you really love it."

A wisp of wind blew in the stream, blowing up the broken hair on the corner of the young man's forehead, covering the look under his eyes for a few minutes.

On the other side.

The sweat on Sang Ling's forehead was about to come out in a hurry, and she didn't know if she wiped it too hard, or the little black milk cat didn't know anything.

Before the ointment could be applied, the cat under his hand would twist away and hide the wound, not wanting her to touch it.

Sang Ling comforted softly:

"I'm not the one who hurt you before, I'm here to heal you, you expose your wounds."

The little black milk cat flashed its big eyes and looked at it pitifully, but its body was motionless.

There was ointment in her left hand, and she stretched out her right hand to wrap the cuff, trying to play with it, but it took a long time for the cat to turn around and turn her head.

After a few rounds of back-and-forth, Sang Ling almost wanted to hold her forehead:

"I'm going to be by you!"

If you are angry, you say it softly, without half the strength.

"Poof!"

You don't have to think about it, you know which nasty ghost is cheeky and scolding.

Sang Ling turned his head and glared at him:

"I've watched the play for a long time, be careful that I hit you!"

A pair of good-looking eyes look like spring water is reflected in those eyes.

When the young man saw that she finally didn't look at himself coldly, he showed this bright color, his face was happy, and he sneered even louder:

"Hahaha, I can't control the cat, and now the murderer is coming? You really don't make sense! ”

Sang Ling was angry and turned her head to ignore him.

If you plan to be too soft, you can come to the hard one, hum, you can definitely get back face now!

The right hand only lightly covered the sleeve, directly reached out to grab the cat's foot, pressed the elbow on the body, gently stroked the cat's dodge, and carefully applied the medicine from the fingertip to an inch-long hole on the cat's foot, the mouth was not long, but it was extremely deep.

Sang Ling's fingertips had a lot of medicines, and they were all wiped on that wound before they could be wiped well.

Raise your left hand empty and pause for a moment.

She looked at the pillbox resting at her feet in embarrassment—

The pill box is exquisitely made, and the switch is a small gilt lock, which requires two hands to press the two locks on the lock at the same time to open the pill box.

Now she has one hand on the cat, and only one hand remains.

Just as she hesitated to let go of her right hand, what would she do if the cat ran away, or something.

A clean and transparent young man's face was presented in front of him, and a slender hand with long knuckles was revealed under the sleeves without floral decoration.

Nails are neatly trimmed and hands are flipped over to reveal healthy, rosy palms.

"Do you need my help?"

……

When the medicine box arrived in the other party's hand, there was a "click" and the medicine lid was opened.

At the right time, a good smell of medicinal aroma wafted out, which was swept away by the breeze of the stream, spread on the tip of the nose, lingering around the body, and eliminating the original cold atmosphere of the two in one fell swoop.

The young man washed his hands, followed the example of Sang Ling, hung some ointment on his fingertips, and after it melted, he carefully continued to apply the medicine.

The young man was patient with the action of rubbing the medicine, the cat endured it a few times, and found that the rubbing medicine was not painful, and felt cool and comfortable for a while, so he obediently lay on his lap and did not dodge, and let the young man continue to rub the medicine.

Sang Ling quietly replaced the right hand of the cat with her left hand, and her right hand continued to hang down in her sleeve.

The young man who was close at hand didn't seem to notice Sang Ling's abnormality, and only half knelt on the ground, taking medicine little by little to wipe the cat on Sang Ling's legs.

Sang Ling lowered her head to look at the cat, and the young man's serious side face was inevitably reflected in the afterglow.

The hair was all combed up, leaving a long ponytail. A little bit of hair fell down, the forehead was full, the bridge of the nose was straight, and the lips seemed to have a natural curvature, and when they were not smiling, they seemed to be laughing. There is a naïve temperament that is not impregnated by the world.

The corners of the young man's mouth were hooked, revealing a bright smile, he raised his head to meet Sang Ling's gaze, stretched out his finger and pointed to the little black milk cat that was comfortably nesting on Sang Ling's lap and spreading his belly, shook his head and said:

"These people are going to be so cruel to a cat, there are seven or eight wounds, and now these have been rubbed with medicine, and only the abdomen remains. But the cat's abdomen will only be reserved for the closest people, and ordinary people's touches will be torn by them. ”

This proposal is understandable and normal.

Sang Ling looked at the young man's innocent look, then looked at the cat on his lap, shook his head and said:

"I'll wipe it, you can press it."

It only takes one hand to rub, and it takes two hands to press.

Sang Ling didn't want to expose the white bone wound on her right hand in front of outsiders, the wound was strange and weird, which could easily make others suspect her identity.

Inevitably, the left corner of the forehead felt slightly itchy and unpleasantly itchy.

Looking at each other, the young man's curious eyes looked obviously puzzled.

Sang Ling could see in the other party's gaze that was as clear as the stream water around her, and she was looking stereotypical and conservative with a cold face.

This look is really ugly, Sang Ling couldn't help but look away, in the afterglow, the right hand was strangely straight, hidden in the sleeve, like some kind of invisible monster.

"What's wrong with you?"

The young man's knees, half-squatting on the ground, lifted slightly, and his face approached Sang Ling, looking straight ahead.

"Why do you seem to be sad all of a sudden? Is there something in your heart that makes you sad? ”

The distance between the two, because of the initiative of the teenager, was shortened by extreme speed.

It was so short that Sang Ling could almost smell the fragrance of the young man's body, not the strong medicinal fragrance attached to his hand just now, but the aroma of fresh herbs and trees.

The smell was very similar to that of the mountain fog forest, and it was the place she had stayed for the longest since she could remember.

Like ......

The taste of home......