Immortal Loves Cat Also

"Ah?" Qingwu was stunned. Some didn't react.

The more Wen looked at her, a sense of helplessness came into his heart and explained aloud, "you are also a demon. Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

"Ah?" Qingwu thought carefully, then shook his head: "No."

After shaking her head, she understood what Wen Yue meant. When she was happy, she coughed a little, raised her chin slightly and said, "even if Wen Xiaomiao practices, she won't be a demon."

"What do you mean?" Wen Yue gave a meal with a pen in his hand.

"She is an ordinary cat, but she is a civet. Even if she is really practicing, it is not a demon." Qingwu smiled and finished word by word, looking at Wen Yue's reaction.

But Wen Yue didn't have much reaction. He just thought about it and said softly, "whether she is a demon or an immortal, she is just a cat that Wen Yue keeps. For me, she is greedy, lazy, has a little temper and has a bad habit."

Speaking of the back, Wen Yue's voice already contained a smile, and the smile in his peach blossom eyes seemed to overflow.

Qingwu looked at him in a daze. It seemed that a peach blossom tree had grown in his heart. Now, because of Wen Yue's smiling eyes, flowers and bones appeared one after another.

Before flowering, there was a faint fragrance of flowers, which made her drunk.

"It's so beautiful..." Qingwu didn't know if he was whispering.

With her voice, a Wang smile in Wen Yue's eyes seemed to be suddenly lit by something, rippling quickly, and finally leaving only shallow traces: "what's really beautiful?"

Wen Yue stood straight, slowly walked to Qingwu's body, stared at her eyes and asked in a deep voice.

Qingwu had already returned to his mind when his smile spread in his eyes. Hearing Wen Yue's question, she didn't cover it up and directly said, "I said you look good. Although you're not a demon, your appearance is more exquisite than the demon family."

"What about the fairy?" Wen Yue subconsciously asked a question. After asking, he was stunned. After returning to his senses, he looked at Qingwu and waited for her answer.

Qingwu's face showed distress. After thinking carefully, he shook his head and said, "I don't know. I haven't seen an immortal."

After that, she looked at Wen Yue's face and said seriously, "however, you look good, but you don't have evil spirit. Even if I haven't seen an immortal, I think if the immortal really looks good, it's probably your appearance."

She said very seriously, but Wen Yue was stunned when she looked at her eyes. Something in her heart was ready to break out of her shell. In a trance, such a dialogue seemed to have happened.

Wen Yue's eyes flashed through the blurred picture. Finally, what remained in his mind was a pair of eyes with an extremely shallow smile. In the eyes, what made his heart tremble more than that shallow smile was the snow and frost that was about to melt.

"Why are you stunned?" Seeing that he was suddenly stunned, Qingwu stretched out his hand to push him and asked strangely.

When Wen Yue was pushed by her, the eyes in his mind suddenly broke, and his eyes were opposite Qingwu's clear eyes. He knew that when Qingwu smiled, his eyes were full of laughter.

It was similar to the eyes that suddenly appeared in his mind, but not similar.

"Have we met before?" Wen Yue pursed his lips slightly and suddenly asked.

Qingwu looked at him puzzled: "yes, why haven't you seen it? When we first met, we were in the bamboo forest where the monk lived. "