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The sky was bright and the whole valley was silent in the mist. The chirping of insects signaled the arrival of a new day. The early morning birds flew into the blue sky and began their busy day's work.
"Chichi, chichi...!"
On the hollow ground under a slope, several birds were hovering high and low in the air, flapping their wings, as if conveying some message. When I looked around, I saw a woman lying there, dressed in white and covered in blood.
Her hair is messy, her eyes are closed, her face is pale, and she seems to have no breath of life. This woman is Mingyue...
"Chichi...chichi...!"
It was a leading bird, with blood-red feathers, as big as a fist, with small green bean-like eyes staring at the unconscious bright moon, flapping its wings, looking extremely anxious.
Suddenly, the fiery red bird chirped a few times to the birds next to it, as if to explain something, and then flapped its wings and flew away into the distance.
…
"Chichi...chichi...chichi...~!"
A fiery red bird was hovering over a house, calling eagerly. At this moment, there was a squeaking sound, and a small white fluffy animal jumped out from the window. It turned out to be a small animal as big as a palm, like a mouse.
Not a rat, cute and cute.
As soon as the little bird saw the little beast, it started chirping, then flapped its wings, flopped down on the ground, pretended to be dead, and then flew up, eagerly conveying something.
The little silver-white beast seemed to be awake but not awake. It was flapped by the bird a few times, and then it regained its consciousness. After hearing the narration of the red bird, it turned around and scurried into the house along the original path.
"Squeak...squeak...!"
The little beast scurried back into the house and jumped onto the bed, where a man was sleeping in his clothes. The sun shone on his face, illuminating the scene of a stunning sleeping beauty.
Isn't it just a scene of a beautiful man sleeping? This scene is like a painting. A stunning man is smudged out on fine rice paper. He has slender eyebrows, a straight nose, double eyelashes like fans, and bright red lips that seem to have been smeared with peach blossoms.
Like honey, it pours like ink-black hair on the head of the bed, like the gurgling water under the moon river, revealing the light of moonlight.
The man is as beautiful as a painting and has the temperament of an immortal.
Isn't this man unparalleled?
…
The little beast jumped onto the bed in a few jumps, eager to wake up the sleeping person, but saw the man with his eyes closed on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, his dark eyes were enchanting, and his eyes were sparkling.
The translucence carries the blur of night, gathering the pure beauty of heaven, earth, flowers and moon, a little wisdom, a little indifference.
He stretched out his hand gently and caught the little beast in his hand, letting it stare wildly and squeak...
"Yinqiu, what's wrong with you?"
The man spoke out, his tone was lazy and charming, hoarse as he had just awakened, low and sexy.
"Squeak...squeak...!"
The little beast was dancing and dancing, its silver hairs were all thorns, and it looked very anxious.
The man raised his eyebrows, "You mean, your friend came to you for help?"
"Zhizhi...!"
"Your friend's master is injured?"
"Squeak...squeak...!"
After hearing the little beast's narration, the man calmly sat up from the bed, handed the little beast to him, and looked at each other, "Your friend's master is injured, does it have anything to do with me? Why should I save him?"
Woolen cloth?"
The man whispered.
When the little beast heard this, his whole fur exploded, and his round eyes were suddenly filled with anger. He stretched out his fat little paws and pointed angrily at Shi Wushuang, "Squeak, squeak... squeak...!"
"Hey, you're still angry? I won't help you if you're angry...!"
Shi Wushuang didn't notice the little beast's anger in his eyes at all. He narrowed his eyes and a look of laziness flashed across his eyes.
The little beast had an unparalleled attitude, and the fur all over his body instantly recovered. His glaring eyes were suddenly filled with tears. He put his fat little paws on his chest, lowered his head, and the tears fell drop by drop. He was so sad.
He looks like a poor creature abandoned by his master...
"Okay, stop pretending. If you can't be tough, why can't you be soft?"
Shi Wushuang said with a chuckle.
The little beast raised its pitiful little face and looked at Shi Wushuang with an extremely aggrieved look, "Squeak, squeak...!"
"You gave in? You said, let me rescue your friend's master. How will you repay me?"
Shi Wushuang raised his eyebrows and asked, yawning. He is handsome and does everything elegantly.
The little beast sobbed twice, grabbing Shi Wushuang's sleeves with its fat little paws, "Squeak, squeak, squeak...!"
"Looking for herbs for a month? Good...deal!"
Hearing the little beast's final surrender, Shi Wushuang raised his eyebrows and smiled. He didn't look at the sad face of the little beast. He got up and sat down, put the little beast on his shoulder, "Let's go, let your friend lead the way!"