Chapter five hundred and eighty-nine Zhao Lang, little
Of all the activities known to man, the most emotionally stimulating scenes are
It is the separation of life and death.
Just by whispering these four words, you can feel a heavy sadness and unspeakable reluctance.
Passion has hurt parting since ancient times.
Even Zhu Yourong, who has always been a calm and dignified person and a role model for others, would suddenly lose his heart after receiving the news of someone's death and his "last words". His mind would go blank, except for a strong and pure emotional impulse.
Unable to control his rationality, his emotions exploded, and Xuemu Yuanying ran away directly.
It was also at that moment that a certain busty female gentleman truly and intuitively realized the importance of that person to her.
All the appreciation from close friends, all the tacit understanding, all the emotional foreshadowing...etc. were completely ignited by this spark.
It became an uncontrollable feeling and love, lingering in her past indifferent and elegant heart.
Hence, not long ago, Zhu Yourong's almost unspoken relationship with Zhao Rong changed.
At this moment.
In a small forest where the autumn leaves have fallen but two hot and beating hearts are touching each other.
The same is true for passionate fox girls.
The little emotions that Su Xiaoxiao was still having when he was in Duyou City have been completely melted away by the deep sadness before and the warm embrace now.
In the autumn wind.
The Confucian scholar and the fox girl hugged each other quietly for a long time.
"Zhao Lang!"
She let out a passionate cry, and hugged him tightly with both hands and feet like an octopus, her whole 'fox' hanging on him, as if she was afraid that Zhao Rong would suddenly leave again the next second... Hey, why again?
"Xiao Xiao." The man's voice was gentle.
Zhao Rong had no choice but to hold her butt with both hands to prevent her from falling, and at the same time buried his head in her wet hair.
"Zhao Lang." The little fox demon buried its head in his arms and hugged him twice, like a little pig.
"Here I am."
"Zhao Lang~" She sniffed and couldn't help calling him, her voice soft and a bit hoarse.
"Yeah." Zhao Rong felt very distressed when he heard this, and hugged Su Xiaoxiao tightly.
He responded to her without feeling annoyed at all.
"Zhao Lang... PUCH OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO." The little fox demon, with her little face buried in her lover's arms, was suddenly very happy.
"Zhao Lang~Zhao Lang~my Zhao Lang..." He called her and sang happily.
Zhao Rong shook his head.
Why are he still acting like a child... But, this is how small he is.
Zhao Rong smiled.
"Zhao...Haqiu!"
In the middle of shouting, the little fox demon suddenly sneezed loudly again, and his shoulders shrank.
Zhao Rong said quickly: "Why do you have a cold and don't know how to take care of yourself... Okay, Xiaoxiao, come down quickly, I will take you down the mountain first."
Su Xiaoxiao sniffed and hung on him, unwilling to let go, and whispered: "I want to hug you, I... I will hug you for a while..."
Zhao Rong smiled helplessly, then lowered his head to her ear, biting her ear beads and said with a smile, "Oh, are you going to wipe more snot on Zhao Lang's body?"
"No, no..." Su Xiaoxiao's ears turned red, and she twisted her waist twice in a coquettish manner.
But when she said no, she raised a small hand, got into his arms, and quietly wiped something.
Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing, "Okay, my little one is a little fox fairy. Wherever there will be mucus, well, even if there is, it still smells good. Zhao Lang doesn't mind it, you can wipe it off no matter what you want."
"Puch~ah, Bad Zhao Lang, disgusting!" Su Xiaoxiao's heart felt as if it had been covered with honey, and it was so sweet.
Zhao Rong smiled and lovingly held the 'eight-clawed little fox demon' in his arms and spun around twice.
"Okay, come down first. You have a cold. Did you rush all over the mountains and fields last night and didn't sleep all night? You have to take a hot bath quickly and change into dry and warm clothes."
"Oh, Xiaoxiao is fine. If Xiaoxiao holds Zhao Lang, nothing will happen. He doesn't have a cold... Let Xiaoxiao hold him for a while..." She whispered.
I felt the pity and reluctance in her words.
Zhao Rong took a deep breath, then smiled and patted her butt, "Come down first, and I will carry you down the mountain."
"No!"
Su Xiaoxiao immediately let go of her legs happily, then ran behind him, jumped on the back of Zhao Rong who was bending down, and continued to be his 'personal drag bottle'.
Zhao Rong smiled helplessly, why did he even have to bargain for this?
Carrying Su Xiaoxiao on his back, he first walked forward and picked up the tombstone. After thinking about it, he put it away and did not put back the small earth bag where the broken arm was buried.
Who knows if I plug it back in again, I might trap something weird again in the future.
Well, even if he didn't, if he asked some uninformed pedestrians who were passing by to bow twice or give him some tribute, Zhao Rong would feel panicked and unlucky.
So, after that, Zhao Rong left the grove and went down the mountain, carrying his little fox girl on his back.
On the mountain road.
Su Xiaoxiao rested her chin on his shoulder, licked her mouth cutely twice, and finally sneezed loudly.
"Haqiu!"
Zhao Rong turned his head, freed up one hand, held the side of her face, and carefully wiped the runny nose with his thumb.
The little fox demon was shy and sweet and quickly took out a small fragrant handkerchief to wipe his hands.
Zhao Rong directly took her scented handkerchief, and then whenever Su Xiaoxiao sneezed, he would patiently wipe her red nose without any objection.
Su Xiaoxiao lay on Zhao Lang's back, tilting her head and pressing her red cheek against his right shoulder.
The cute and charming fox eyes stared at his side face without blinking.
Zhao Rong bent down slightly, silently carrying her on his back, walking steadily on the mountain road, looking at the road ahead.
Su Xiaoxiao was enjoying himself sometimes, sometimes quietly, and now he tilted his little head and stared at his focused and determined profile for a while.
Suddenly I felt an indescribable happiness and said blankly:
"Zhao Lang, I...am I dreaming? Did you entrust this to me in a dream? I can't believe it..."
Zhao Rong looked forward and said softly: "Why don't you believe it? It's not good that Zhao Lang returned safely... If you feel like you're dreaming, just pinch yourself and see if it hurts. Well, I can do this for you."
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He smiled sheepishly, "Okay, tell me, where should I pinch it? How about pinching the place where my little fox girl has the most flesh?"
Su Xiaoxiao thought for a while, "Well, what a good idea!"
As soon as Zhao Rong finished speaking, before Zhao Rong could do anything bad, the little fox demon happily lowered his head and mouthed directly on his shoulder.
The little fox demon with sharp teeth bit the young scholar, "Uh huh..."
Zhao Rong: "......"
"No, why are you biting me?" He said in an angry tone.
"Hmm, let's see if you are really Zhao Lang." Su Xiaoxiao waved her fist in front of his eyes, and Zhao Rong leaned back.
She is confident.
Then the little fox demon bit his shoulder lightly and explained vaguely: "I know all about the taste of my Zhao Lang..."
"…………???"
Good guy, are you inspecting the goods with your mouth? Are you treating me like a dish?
As expected of you, Su Xiaoxiao.
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PS: Grab the little tail during the day...ahem, it's a little short, but there are still a lot of them today.