Chapter 1948 Tribulation (22)

Just look at him and tilt your head.

It's his habit, just like this, pretending to be innocent.

It's always like this, unconsciously being good.

It makes one's heart explode, making him want to--

In his dream, he looked at it and was speechless for a long time.

After a long silence, he squatted down.

He opened his arms and hugged it.

Rubbing gently, just like before.

"Little raccoon..."

"Is that you, Xiaoli..."

"You saved me...right..."

His arms tightened and he hugged it completely.

"Little raccoon dog...my good little raccoon dog..."

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night.

The wind in the mountains is stronger and the temperature is lower.

After an autumn rain, winter is coming.

After midnight.

In the dilapidated thatched house, the fox, who had been lying down and dozing, raised his head.

He looked at the sleeping boy.

He was probably cold, and there was only a thin quilt covering him.

The wind from outside blew in and blew a corner of the quilt open.

His body was a little cold, so he hugged it tightly, the only source of warmth.

The thick, drooping eyelashes trembled, and the cheeks were a little soft and white.

It's white and glistening, with no color at all.

The tips of the small ears are also cold, and the temperature is very low to the touch.

The fox watched quietly for a long time.

Then, cast the spell.

A thick, brand new quilt emerged.

The quilt fell lightly and covered the thin quilt.

Soon, the bed became warm.

It blocked the cold wind blowing outside, and also wrapped up the warmth under the quilt. It was warm and comfortable.

It lowered its head and licked him.

The young man seemed to feel that he was no longer cold, and his closed eyes moved.

But he slept deeply and did not wake up.

I still hugged it tightly and murmured in my sleep from time to time.

"Little raccoon..."

It seems that I have dreamed about it.

The fox softened his eyes slightly and nuzzled him quietly.

Instead of disturbing him, he chose to leave quietly.

After leaving the thatched cottage, the figure disappeared instantly.

The boy's arms were empty.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

"Little raccoon-"

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The old land man squatted in front of the broken door, his crutch beside him, and the leaves above his head were swaying in the wind.

The slender branches could not withstand the cruel destruction of the strong wind, and they fell on top of their heads.

Trembling, it looked like it was about to be broken.

When the beautiful goblin in a bright red cloak appeared in front of the door, he paused for a moment when he saw the bald spot on his head.

Then, sit quietly next to him.

The location is not too far but not too close, so it doesn't look like they are close, and you can still hear the words.

She sat on the stone slab, gathered her cloak and held her chin up.

Looking into the distance.

"Why are you here? At this moment, shouldn't you be thinking of ways to save that little kid?"

"Or should I say, his legs were reattached?"

"..." The old man from the land simply didn't want to speak.

He looked at her, hating that iron could not turn into steel.

"Tell me, why do you insist on intervening in the Sixth Prince's affairs?"

"Didn't I tell you before? He has a special status. If you encounter him, you should avoid it. You must not confront him head-on. If you confront him head-on, you are simply courting death——"

"But he bullied the person I like. Do you want me to watch and sit idly by?"

Her voice was cold, as if it were colder than the wind blowing from the mountain.

No concealment at all.

The old land man was stunned.

"The person you like? You like the one in this room? Just...that weird kid?"