Chapter 2348 The Little Fox of the High Cold Master (29)

The little fox really wandered around the fruit tree.

The white fox tail swayed like a cloud.

Wen Jinqian held his hand and stood up. He looked at her with a cold and calm look, but couldn't help but gently rise.

Bai Weiwei changed back to the girl form and reached out to pick up the sweet fruit. "Does this give me food?"

Wen Jinqian nodded indifferently. "Eat, you can be hungry."

Bai Weiwei quickly picked up a dozen or so, then held the fruit in the corner and bowed his head.

The old monsters should not eat.

In the stupid state, Bai Weiwei squinted, holding the fruit, biting sweetly.

Suddenly she remembered that the old monster didn’t know she knew who he was.

So he should be an ordinary child.

She needs to divide the fruit for him to eat.

Bai Weiwei hesitated a bit, but also deliberately counted the fruits of the trees, um, enough to eat.

So she reached out, the white fingers of the five fingers spread out, and two sweet fruits appeared in the palm.

"You eat too."

Wen Jinqian had to shake his head.

He is the core of the dream back, does not need food, and the monsters outside... in fact, no different.

He carelessly moved his eyes away from a dilapidated ancient mirror on the wall.

Inside, he saw himself, a messy, messy long hair tangled into a block full of dirt, stuck to the back of the neck, and some half covered the red lines of the left face.

In the dirty hairline gap, the strangely distorted red lines are as **** as a blood vessel.

This is him, the same monster as him.

He is destined to be abandoned by anyone.

Wen Jinqian hangs round and cold eyes, and his mouth slowly reveals a dark and cold smile.

Sure enough, he could never like it, his childhood.

Shame and cold, crazy and painful...

The gentle, indifferent heart is slowly frozen, and even the eyes are changing.

That warmth was once again cruelly crushed.

Seeing that he wants to change back to the cold and uninhabited immortal.

A half-baked fruit gently pressed against his lips, moistened with sweet fruit and rushed into his nose.

The dry, white lips are also hydrated by the juice.

Wen Jinqian frowns, just want to say something, the lips just opened, but the fruit is overbearing regardless of stuffing into his lips.

Sweetness rushes into the mouth.

Sweet water-like fruit, he does not like this taste very much.

Have to eat in order to survive.

After leaving this place, he became less and less interested in sweet things.

But when the fruit melted in the mouth.

The little fox in front of him looked at him with pride, and the flower-like red lips were bent upwards. The light-colored eyes were as warm and sweet as the fruit in his hand.

Wen Jinqian stunned for a while, then he said nothing, then he turned his face.

The calm state of mind, opened a gap by the sweetness of this silk.

It seems that... not so bad.

Bai Weiwei has already reached half full and has counted a lot of fruit.

Therefore, generously distributed to Wen Laowei several fruits.

She had thought that he would refuse. After all, this old guy didn't eat anything. He listened to the Tianmen faction and said that he didn't like sweet things long ago.

Such a sweet fruit, even if I give him a few.

In the end, it should still be thrown back.

Therefore, Bai Weiwei is very generous.

Wen Jinqian holds three fruits in his hand, and the orange-yellow fruit is unusually beautiful.

The dirty child, only the right face is as white as the powder group, and the thin lips are still bloodless and weak.

(End of this chapter)