Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1948 Tribulation (22)

Just looking at him like that, tilting his head.

It is its habit, just like this, pretending to be innocent.

Always like this, unconsciously being good.

It makes people's heart explode, and he can't wait to make him think——

In the dream, he looked at it, without words for a long time.

After a long silence, he squatted down.

Open your arms and hug it.

Rubbing lightly, just like before.

"Little raccoon..."

"Is that you, little raccoon..."

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

His arms tightened and he hugged it completely into his arms.

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

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night.

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

After an autumn rain, winter seems to be coming.

After midnight.

Inside the dilapidated thatched hut, the fox that had been lying on its stomach and feigning sleep raised its head.

He looked at the boy who was asleep.

He was probably cold, and he was only covered with a thin quilt.

The outside wind blows in and blows a corner of the quilt away.

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

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

Bai Yingying, without any blood color.

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 a spell.

Conjured a thick new quilt.

The quilt fell lightly and covered the thin quilt.

Soon, the bed became warm.

It blocks the cold wind blowing outside, and also wraps the warmth under the quilt, which is warm and comfortable.

It bowed its head and licked him.

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

But he was in a deep sleep and didn't wake up.

I just still hugged it tightly, dreaming from time to time.

"Little raccoon..."

It seems to be dreaming, all dreaming about it.

The fox slightly rolled its eyes, and quietly rubbed against him.

I didn't choose to disturb, but chose to leave quietly.

Leaving the hut, the figure disappeared instantly.

The boy's arms were empty.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

"Little raccoon—"

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The old man squatted in front of the dilapidated gate, with his cane beside him, and the leaves above his head were shaken by the wind.

Even the slender branches couldn't withstand the cruel wind, and fell to the top of their heads.

Trembling, it looked as if it was about to be broken.

When the beautiful goblin in a red cloak appeared in front of the door, she paused when she saw the bald top of his head.

Then, she sat quietly beside him.

The location that is neither far nor near will not appear to be close, and you can also hear and hear.

She sat on the stone slab, pulled up her cloak, and rested her chin.

Looking into the distance.

"Why are you here? At this moment, shouldn't you be trying to save that little brat?"

"Or, his legs are connected?"

"..." The old man didn't want to speak.

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

"Tell me about you, why do you have to meddle in the affairs of the sixth prince?"

"Didn't I tell you before that he has a special status, so you have to avoid him when you meet him, and you must not confront him head-on, you are courting death if you confront him head-on-"

"But he bullied the person I like, do you want me to watch and just sit back and watch?"

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

Make no secret of it.

The old man in the land was stunned.

"Who do you like? Do you like the one in this room? Just... just that weird kid?"

(End of this chapter)