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Chapter 589 "Zhao Lang", "Little" (one more)
Of all the activities known to man, the most emotionally arousing scene,
It is life and death.

Just chanting these four words softly, one can feel a heavy sadness and unspeakable reluctance.

Passionate since ancient times hurt parting.

Even Zhu Yourong, who has always been a quiet and dignified teacher, would lose his mind in a trance after receiving the news of someone's death and "last words" suddenly, his mind would go blank, only a strong and pure emotional impulse.

Rationality was hard to restrain, emotions exploded, and the snow-eyed Nascent Soul ran away directly.

It was also at that moment that a certain big-breasted female gentleman truly and intuitively realized the importance of that person to her.

All the confidant appreciation before, all the tacit understanding, all the emotional foreshadowing... etc. were completely ignited by this spark.

It became an uncontrollable affection and love, lingering in her indifferent and elegant heart in the past.

That's why Zhu Yourong's mentorship, which was almost the same as Zhao Rong's, turned sour not long ago.

At this moment.

In the grove where the autumn leaves are all gone but there are two fiery and beating hearts touching each other.

The same is true for the amorous fox girl.

When Su Xiaoxiao was in Duyou City before, the little emotions that Su Xiaoxiao was still arguing about had been completely melted away by the deep sorrow before and the warm embrace at this moment.

In the autumn wind.

The Confucian scholar and the fox girl quietly hugged each other for a long time.

"Zhao Lang!"

She moved emotionally, her hands and feet hugged him tightly like an octopus, and the whole "fox" hung on him, as if she was afraid that Zhao Rong would leave suddenly again in the next second... Hey, why again?
"Little." The man's voice was gentle.

Zhao Rong had no choice but to hold her little butt with both hands to prevent her from falling off, and at the same time lowered his head to bury her wet hair.

"Zhao Lang." The little fox demon buried her head in his arms, arched twice, like a pig.

"Here I am."

"Zhao Lang~" She sniffed, and couldn't help calling out to him again, her voice was soft and hoarse.

"Yeah." Zhao Rong felt distressed when he heard it, and hugged Su Xiaoxiao tightly.

I didn't find it annoying to respond to her at all.

"Zhao Lang...puchi huh huh." The little fox demon, who buried his face in his lover's arms, was suddenly very happy.

"Zhao Lang~Zhao Lang~my Zhao Lang..." Called her and sang happily.

Zhao Rong shook his head.

Why is he still like a child... But, this is his littleness.

Zhao Rong smiled.

"Zhao... Ha Qiu——!"

In the middle of shouting, the little fox demon suddenly sneezed again, and both shoulders shrank.

Zhao Rong hurriedly said: "Why do you have a cold, and you don't know how to take care of yourself... Okay Xiaoxiao, come down quickly, I'll take you down the mountain first."

Su Xiaoxiao sniffed, hung on him reluctantly, and whispered: "I want to hug you, I... I'll hug you for a while..."

Zhao Rong smiled helplessly, then lowered his head to her ear, bit his ear and teased, "Oh, should I wipe some more snot on Zhao Lang's body?"

"No, no..." Su Xiaoxiao's ears were blushing, and she twisted her waist delicately and resolutely.

But at the same time she said no, she raised a small hand, slipped into his arms, and wiped something quietly.

Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing, "All right, my Xiaoxiao is a little fox fairy, where would there be snot, um, even if there is, it's still fragrant, Zhao Lang doesn't dislike it, you can wipe it off any way you want."

"Puchi~ Well, bad Zhao Lang, disgusting!" Su Xiaoxiao's heart seemed to be smeared with honey, sweet.

Zhao Rong smiled, lovingly holding the 'Eight-clawed Little Fox Demon' in his arms and spun around twice in situ.

"Okay, come down first, you have a cold, did you come here in a hurry last night, and then ran all over the mountains and plains, and didn't sleep all night? You have to take a hot bath and change into dry and warm clothes."

"Well, Xiaoxiao is fine, Xiaoxiao will be fine if she hugs Zhao Lang, oh, I don't have a cold... let Xiaoxiao hold her for a while..." She whispered.

Feel the pitifulness and reluctance in her words.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath, then patted her little butt with a smile, "Come down first, I'll carry you down the mountain."

"No!"

Su Xiaoxiao immediately let go of her hands and legs happily, then ran behind him, jumped onto the back of the bent Zhao Rong, and continued to be his 'body dragging oil bottle'.

Zhao Rong smiled helplessly, why even this has to be bargained.

With Su Xiaoxiao on his back, he first went to the front and picked up the tombstone, thought for a while, put it away, and didn't put back the little earth bag where the broken arm was buried.

The ghost knows if it will be trapped again in the future if it is plugged back in again.

Well, even if not, Zhao Rong would feel terrified and unlucky if the unidentified passers-by were to worship twice or give some tributes casually.

So, afterward, Zhao Rong left the grove with his little fox girl on his back and went down the mountain.

on the mountain road.

Su Xiaoxiao rested her chin on his shoulder, smacked her mouth twice cutely, and finally sneezed loudly.

"Ha Qiu—!"

Zhao Rong turned his head, and directly freed one hand to hold her side face, and carefully wiped Qiong's nose that was already running with clear water and snot with his thumb.

The little fox demon shyly and sweetly quickly took out a small champagne and wiped his hands for him.

Zhao Rong directly fetched her champagne, and whenever Su Xiaoxiao sneezed, he patiently wiped her red nose without giving up.

Su Xiaoxiao lay on Zhao Lang's back, tilted her head, her little red cheek pressed against his right shoulder.

Qingmei's lovely fox eyes stared at his side face without blinking.

Zhao Rong bent down slightly, silently carried her on his back, walked steadily on the mountain path, and looked at the road ahead.

Su Xiao was secretly happy when he was young, and sometimes he was quiet. At this time, he tilted his little head and stared at his focused and resolute side face for a while.

Suddenly felt an unspeakable happiness, and said blankly:
"Zhao Lang, I... Am I dreaming? Did you entrust me with a dream? I can't believe it..."

Zhao Rong looked at the front and said softly: "There is nothing I can't believe. It's not good if Zhao Lang returned safely... If you feel like you're dreaming, just pinch yourself to see if it hurts, um, I can do it for you .”

He smiled embarrassingly, "Well, let me pinch where? How about pinching the place where my little fox has the most meat?"

Su Xiaoxiao thought for a while, "Well, it's a good way!"

As the words fell, before Zhao Rong had time to play tricks, the little fox demon happily lowered her head and smacked directly on his shoulder.

The sharp-toothed little fox demon bit the young Confucian scholar, "Mmmmm..."

Zhao Rong: "..."

"No, why are you biting me?" His tone was grim.

"Hmm, let's see if you are the real Zhao Lang." Su Xiaoxiao waved her small fist in front of his eyes, and Zhao Rong leaned back.

She is righteous.

Then the little fox demon lightly bit his shoulder and explained vaguely: "I know all about the smell of my Zhao Lang..."

"...???"

Good guy, check the goods with your mouth?Treat me like a dish?
It's really you, Su Xiaoxiao.

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