Chapter 1948 robbery (22)

Just looking at him like this, tilting his head.

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

It's always like this, unconsciously being good.

It's heart-breaking, it makes him want to

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..."

"Little raccoon is that you..."

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

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

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

Night.

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

After an autumn rain, winter seems to be coming.

After midnight.

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

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

Bai Yingying, no 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 up 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 young man seemed to feel that it was no longer cold, and his closed eyes moved.

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

Just still hugging it tightly, dreaming from time to time.

"Little raccoon..."

It seems to be a dream, everyone has dreamed about it.

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

Did not choose to disturb, but chose to leave quietly.

Leaving the hut, the figure disappeared instantly.

The boy's arms were empty.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

"Little raccoon"

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.

The slender branches couldn't withstand the cruel ravages of the strong wind, and they fell crookedly on top of their heads.

Tremblingly, it seemed as if it was about to be broken.

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

Then, quietly sat beside him.

The location is neither far nor near, so you won't appear to be close, and you can still hear the words.

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, connected?"

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

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, he has a special identity, you have to avoid him when you meet him, 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 colder than the wind blowing from the mountain.

No secrets.

The old man in the land was stunned.

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

(end of this chapter)