Sansheng Tea Huaxi Chapter

Chapter 749 Dreaming Back to the Millennium [2]

Hate!Let me go!Ugly!You never dared to be so rude to me before!

"Put him down with the axe!" Jin Feng still had the foresight to find that Hua Xi just let out a scream and then calmed down.

He is healing her with his own spiritual power, and Jinfeng knows about her recovery.

Ever since that little furball gave her something to drink, her body has miraculously recovered.

It's fast!
Fu Zhan reluctantly threw Xiao Guizi on the ground.

Xiao Guizi rolled over and stood up, shaking the dust off her body, and with a 'crack' sound, she hung the jade gourd on Hua Xi's wrist again.

"How is little Xixi?" Fu Zhan put his head together, looking at Hua Xi who had fallen into a coma again, very worried.

Jinfeng also watched worriedly, "It seems to be recovering."

Xiao Guizi gave a 'chirp', and looked at the two ugly monsters with disdain.

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

Two idiots!

"Mao Qiu, what did you drink for her?" Jin Feng turned to look at him curiously.

Hairball?What a hairball!You are the furball!
Xiao Guizi grinned at him and waved her little paws, giving a 'chirp' sound.

He cannot speak, express, and they will not understand.

However, that is a good thing left by the master.

Jinfeng didn't understand the language of the fur ball at all, so forget it, don't ask, anyway, he can't ask anything.

Just wait for Xiao Xixi to wake up and ask her, won't it be all right?

*****
A gurgling brook flows down from the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

The ice and snow had just melted, and the stream was bitingly cold, with large and small black stones scattered beside it.

On one of the big rocks in the stream, there was a boy in a dark purple dress sitting on it. His elegant black straight train was pulled aside, exposing two beautiful little feet with white skin.

The cold and clear stream flowed past his feet. He was not afraid of the cold, and looked down boredly.

A tree next to him was full of snow-white almond blossoms, and the petals were falling in the water. Some of them approached his feet mischievously, as if they were kissing and worshiping devoutly.

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

"Hey, aren't you cold?" A girlish voice with a little pride and coldness sounded from behind the boy.

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

The face is so beautiful that people can hardly find any adjectives. They can only be shocked by the beauty that deeply hits their hearts.

A little girl who was younger than him walked slowly towards him, wearing a red short jacket and long skirt, and combing two buns with expensive red pearls around them.

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 hint 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 a finger, and immediately retracted.

"It's obviously cold!" She said domineeringly.

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

His feet swayed leisurely in the stream, seemingly very happy.

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

(End of this chapter)