Do you think it’s appropriate for a monk like you to say such things?!
And why did she hear the teasing tone in the man's voice?
The next second, she felt a bead being stuffed into her abdomen, and then the man's warm hands were pressed against his lower abdomen.
In the blink of an eye, the wound on the abdomen healed as before.
Bai Cha didn't understand what the man wanted to do, so he opened his eyes slightly.
Seeing his broad, calloused hands pass under her armpits and lift her up to the level of his face, Bai Cha still didn't understand what the man wanted to do.
"Kitten, if I hadn't saved you just now, you would have died in just a quarter of an hour."
The man's cello-like voice rang in his ears.
Bai Cha's ears moved, but he still didn't open his eyes.
Do you think she is stupid?
As long as she absorbs spiritual power and repairs her broken abdomen, she will get better soon and there is no way she will die.
Besides, if you want to be a monk yourself and cut off all love, why do you still come to provoke me?
The man had no idea what Bai Cha was thinking, so he continued:
"Since I rescued you, you will be my cat from now on. My name is Yuanqing. Please call me, master."
Bai Cha continued to pretend to be dead and didn't want to talk to the man.
Yuan Qing could tell at a glance that Bai Cha was pretending to be dead, but he didn't pursue it further. He just teased the beautiful cat and said, "Since yours is my cat, let me give you a name."
"Your body is pitch black and your hair is like ink, so I'll call you Xiaobai!"
Bai Cha's eyes suddenly opened: "Meow~"
Are you serious?!
Bai Cha himself was stunned for a long time when he heard the sweet voice.
Yuan Qing put her on his lap and gently scratched her chin with his knuckled hands: "It seems that Xiaobai likes the name I gave you very much."
Like a ghost!
A black cat named Xiaobai dares to be even more crazy?
He was complaining crazily in his heart, but his chin was raised unconsciously, and he couldn't help but make a "gurgling" sound in his throat.
"It seems that Xiaobai also likes this name."
Bai Cha closed her eyes and decided to be out of sight and out of mind.
She has already decided whether she likes a man or not, so what's the point of asking her.
Yuan Qing sat on the stone, looking down at the black cat curled up on his cassock, and caressing Bai Cha's back with his well-joined hands:
"Do you know what I put in your belly?"
Bai Cha opened his eyelids and looked at the man: "Meow?"
What is it?
"It's one of my rosary beads." He shook the missing rosary bead on his wrist.
Bai Cha was shocked. What she lacked was the demon elixir. What the hell were you trying to do by stuffing a rosary bead into her belly?!
"This rosary is my natal magic weapon. The moment it enters your body, it has been integrated into your bones and blood. No matter where you are from now on, as long as I want, I can appear next to you in the next second."
"At the same time, when you are in danger, it will teleport you to me as soon as possible or block the attack for you."
"Little kitten, are you touched that I'm so kind to you?"
Bai Cha was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
She really couldn't understand what this cold-blooded man was thinking!
That is a natal magical weapon, not a piece of cabbage worth two yuan!
They just met for the first time, why would they give her such expensive things?
Before she could think about it, the man had already picked her up and walked to her residence.
As a guest, Song Changan arranged for Yuan Qing to stay at the elegant and quiet Cuizhu Peak.
As soon as he entered the inner courtyard, Bai Cha saw Song Changan standing in the courtyard admiring the flowers.
Song Changan is now the Master Changqing who is respected by everyone, but through the memory of the original master, she can clearly see that Song Changan can step by step from an outer disciple to the present, apart from his hard work, half of it is because of the original master.
The original owner was simple in nature.
In his early years, Song Changan was kind to the original owner, and the original owner knew how to repay the kindness, and has been with Song Changan all these years.
Song Changan didn't have the appropriate skills for his practice, so the original owner went to the library to steal them for Song Changan.
He didn't have any magic weapons or treasures to take advantage of, so the original owner took him into the secret realm and helped him find various treasures.
In the secret realm, the original owner had blocked many fatal injuries for Song Changan, and this was how he became the proud son of heaven, Chang Qingren.
As for not signing the contract, it was not because Song Changan loved the original owner. Song Changan had long wanted to sign a contract with the original owner, but he tried several times without success. In addition, as his cultivation level became higher and higher, he felt that the original owner was not worthy of him.
Only then did he give up.
For the original owner, Song Changan didn't have much gratitude or love, and he only regarded it as a handy tool, nothing more.
So the moment she saw Song Changan, Bai Cha got into the man's clothes.
Yuan Qing looked at the little thing crawling into his arms, with a slight smile in his eyes.
But when he looked up at Song Changan, he returned to his usual cold and distant attitude.
When Song Changan turned around, he noticed a dark shadow creeping into Yuan Qing's clothes. The figure looked familiar to him, but he didn't think much about it.
"Fozi, I was walking in a hurry just now and forgot something important.
Xuantian Secret Realm will be opened in half a month, can I shamelessly ask you for an extra spot for my incompetent apprentice?"
Bai Cha grabbed the man's shirt.
The little paws gently scratched the man's chest.
I can’t promise him, I absolutely can’t promise him!
Yuan Qing gently patted the cat that was making trouble in his clothes to reassure her.
The thin lips were slightly parted, and the unhurried voice was solemn and majestic, just like a Sanskrit sound, without the slightest hint of relaxation or seriousness in front of white tea:
"The quota has been set long ago. If I give you one, I will squeeze out the others. Do you think it's appropriate?"
Song Changsheng was very unhappy with Yuan Qing's toughness: "The Xuantian Secret Realm belongs to your Bodhi Temple, and multiple places are just a matter of words from the Buddha. How about I pay 100,000 high-grade spiritual stones to buy which place?"
Yuan Qing looked at Song Changsheng: "Bodhi Temple is not short of those spiritual stones, and neither am I. Donor Song, please bring them back."
The smile on Song Changsheng's face gradually faded: "Buddha is really so ruthless."
Yuan Qing took half a step back and turned sideways: "Donor Song, walk slowly, Yuan Qing won't see you off."
In the lapel of his clothes, Bai Cha nodded with satisfaction.
In the original plot, there was nothing about Song Changsheng asking for a quota.
Because originally Shi Nuo had a quota.
After Shi Nuo was expelled from the school, the spot naturally fell to Liu Fuyue.
Now that he is not dead, the quota still belongs to Shi Nuo, and Song Changsheng can only come and ask for the quota.
But she didn't know that Xuantian Secret Realm was actually under the control of Bodhi Temple.
Bai Cha poked her head out from the man's clothes: "Meow meow~"
Yuan Qing looked down at Mao'er, who was holding his clothes in his arms, and gently tapped her forehead with his fingers:
"I know you can talk."
Bai Cha blinked and pretended not to understand what the other person was saying.
Yuan Qing was not annoyed and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if you don't speak. There is only one place left and right. Song Changsheng hasn't gone far yet. I..."
Bai Cha immediately became anxious: "No!"
Yuan Qing lowered his eyes, the smile in his eyes almost overflowing. He gently scratched Bai Cha's chin twice: "Are you willing to talk?"