Chapter 844 Meow Meow Meow!

  Su Nanzhi woke up from the bed, sweating profusely.

  The surrounding bed curtains were quiet, and three long and even breaths came.

  Su Nanzhi closed her eyes slightly, tapped her fingertips between her eyebrows, and a faint white light flashed. The next second, the air flow in the bedroom stagnates slightly, but a person disappears out of thin air.

   Heaven and earth are in harmony with yin and yang, and the same is true for the human body. If yang is out of control, yin will decline.

  In an ice spring in a mountain village far away from Beijing, a girl with long hair suddenly soaked in her nightdress. The nightdress was white, slightly translucent when soaked in the water, and the girl's curves were looming in the water.

She was already in a coma, and she didn't have anything on her body. After soaking in such ice water, the heat on her face seemed to have faded a little, but it wasn't enough. The ice is slowly getting smaller at this time.

   The heat in her body was finally calmed down, but her spiritual energy was exhausted. At this time, it was more like she fell into a deep sleep of the body mechanism rather than a coma.

   And just like that, the remaining hours of the night passed.

  In the early morning, when the fog swirling around the mountains became more hazy in the white sky, there was a meowing sound next to the ice spring.

   The vigorous Lan Baiying suddenly found the person soaking in the spring, and his hair stood up in fright, and the sound of "meow" changed its tone.

   But the kitten is a very curious creature. It stayed for a while, and then seemed to smell a familiar smell, and the white jiojio took the first step.

"Meow?"

   The temperature here is really too low. Generally, serious cats don’t like to run here. Only this one, it is suspected that the hair is too thick to stay at home, so I went up the mountain to find a natural air conditioner.

   "Meow." After all, the white gloves were pressed on the face of the suspected dead man, and the pink pads were scalded.

   "Meow meow meow!" I don't know if the cat is cursing.

   But the British Shorthair didn't know what it was thinking, so it squatted on the spot, squatting next to the suspected dead man, holding his hands, and didn't leave.

  The big round eyes stared at the motionless person, did he lean his head over to smell it, and wanted to lick her, but he quickly retreated cowardly.

   Until, I don't know how long, the footsteps approached, and finally stopped beside the ice spring. The young man sighed, squatted down, licked the cat's head, and looked at the person soaking in the ice spring.

   He muttered to himself: "Is the spiritual power exhausted? No wonder, I rushed back so far."

   The sound was like a Sanskrit descending, adding a bit of mystery to the empty valley. He reached out and touched her forehead, then retracted it.

   "Sure enough, this body is almost unable to suppress the spiritual power of this muscle and veins. Fortunately, the spiritual power is exhausted now, otherwise it would be useless to soak in the North Pole."

   When the kitten saw the owner, she lay down with a "mi woo" sound, and this little head was so crooked that it made one's heart soften.

   The man chuckled, his slender fingers tapped its little head, "As soon as they come back, you find them yourself, you little licking cat."

   Kitty can't understand human language.

  Especially if the yin and yang are weird.

  The man said again: "Would you like to go home with me? Don't just guard your wild mother here."

  The kitten watched the owner walk away, motionless, and even purred.

man:"……"

  Hey, shoveling of **** is never as good as the wild flowers outside.

   "Then you remember to call someone home for a meal." After exhorting this sentence, he disappeared into the smoke.

   (end of this chapter)