Dislike! Let go of me! Ugly! You didn't dare be so rude to me before!

"Axe put him down!" Jinfeng still had the vision, and found that Hua Xi just screamed and calmed down.

He was helping her heal with his own spiritual power, and the recovery of her body, Jinfeng knew.

Since the little furball didn't know what to drink for her, her body was miraculously recovering.

It's fast!

Fu Zhan reluctantly threw Xiao Guizi on the ground.

Xiao Guizi rolled and stood up, shook the dust on his body, and with a 'grunt', he put the jade gourd back on Hua Xi's wrist.

"How is Xiao Xixi?" Fu Zhan gathered his head and looked at Hua Xi, who fell into a coma again, very worried.

Bluestar also looked worriedly, "It seems to be recovering." ”

Xiao Guizi 'chirped' and looked at the two ugly monsters with disdain.

How dare you blame him just now? Without him, how could the master be good!

Two fools!

"Furball, what did you give her to drink?" Bluestar turned to look at him curiously.

Hairball? What a hairball! You're the furball!

Little Guizi bared her teeth at him and waved her little paws, 'cooing'.

He can't speak, express, and they won't understand.

However, it is a good thing left by the owner.

Bluestar doesn't understand the language of this hairball at all, forget it, don't ask, anyway, I can't ask anything.

Just wait for Xiao Xixi to wake up and ask her if she is okay?

*****

A babbling stream that flows down from the snow-capped peaks in the distance.

The ice and snow are melting, the stream is cold and biting, and there are large and small black stones scattered around it.

On one of the large rocks in the middle of the stream, a boy dressed in a dark purple robe sat on it, his elegant black straight coat lifted to the side, revealing two beautiful little feet with snow-white skin.

The cold and clear water flowed past his feet, and he was not afraid of the cold, and looked down in boredom.

A nearby tree was full of snow-white apricot blossoms, petals falling into the water, and a few patches were mischievously close to his feet, as if kissing and worshipping reverently.

He lowered his head, his long black hair hanging down from his shoulders and almost falling into the water.

"Hey, aren't you cold?" A slightly proud and cold girlish voice sounded behind the boy.

He raised his head slightly, glanced back casually, and suddenly, a pair of purple eyes immediately amazed everything around him.

The face is so beautiful that it is almost impossible to find an adjective, and can only be shocked that the beauty hits his heart deeply.

A little girl younger than him walked slowly towards him, wearing a short red jacket and long skirt, and two maidens in a bun, surrounded by expensive red pearls.

Just looking at the back, I feel that it is a noble and proud little girl, very beautiful.

Because, the moment the purple-eyed boy saw her, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"It's not cold." He lowered his head and said lightly, using this to hide his little happiness.

The little girl walked to the edge of the stream, squatted down, tested the temperature of the water with one finger, and immediately retracted.

"It's cold!" She said domineeringly.

"I'm not afraid of the cold." The boy didn't care, and didn't look at her.

His feet, swaying leisurely in the stream, seemed to be very happy.

The little girl stood up and looked at him strangely: "Who are you?" Why have I never seen you? ”