Quickly cross Su Daji

Chapter 799 Is it a dream?

The darkness before dawn is the deepest.

The little white fox, who is always lazy and energy-saving, didn't even sleep this time, and kept watch over the old man's bed with his big eyes open all night.

The unique night vision ability of beasts allows it to clearly see his old face in the pitch blackness.

Although he is no longer as stunning and handsome as he was when he was a teenager, in its heart, no matter whether he is old or young, handsome or ugly, he is the best and most handsome exile boy in its heart!
The little white fox just stared at it obsessively, as if he wanted to engrave this face deeply into his soul.

It wasn't until the morning sun came in through the window that the old man's eyeballs under the eyelids moved, and then it reluctantly looked away and lay down beside him lightly.

Those wrinkled eyes slowly opened, looking at the roof of the thatched hut, a little dazed for a moment.

Didn't you feel that the time limit has come last night, and your soul is about to leave your body?
why now...

The old man stretched out his hand to pinch himself, to see if it was in a dream. Unexpectedly, he touched a little hairy head curled up in his arms and sleeping.

It's real, it's warm, and I'm not dead!
"No! Don't get up...still sleepy, um, sleepy."

As usual, the disturbed little fox grunted dissatisfiedly and slapped his hand away with its tail.

He didn't mention what happened last night at all, as if nothing had happened.

Its panic, its cries, its tears, seem to have never existed.

Could it be that that terrifying scene was a dream?

The old man touched his forehead suspiciously, everything was normal.

But the feeling of dying and suffocating was too real.

Really... is it a dream?

He got up and took a look. There was not a trace of moisture on the snacks that had been snatched back. The sun was shining outside the window, and the ground was dry. There was no sign of heavy rain at all.

Maybe, it's really because I think about it day by day and dream about it at night?

The old man shook his head with a grin, and after getting up and making breakfast, he stretched out his hand and patted the little fox's buttocks lightly, "Ah, when did my little fox turn into a piglet, get up quickly, it's time to go fishing."

Hearing this affectionate address, the little white fox, who closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, felt as uncomfortable as a needle prick.

One call, one less call.

After that, I will never hear it again.

It cherished it greedily, but on the surface, it wanted to pretend to be reluctant, got up muttering, sat down on the table, and groaned and buried its head in eating.

The old man enjoyed this attentive eating, and happily drank the porridge in front of him.

As he got older, his teeth became bad and he couldn't eat large pieces of meat, so he made two different breakfasts every day, which was called a healthy vegetarian diet.

While he was drinking slowly, he didn't notice the unnatural expression on the little white fox's drooping face.

This old man is so old that his eyesight is so dizzy that he actually treated a pot of ginger as meat for himself for breakfast.

It complained silently in its heart, but it still took a bite of a piece of old ginger, crunching and chewing crisply and cheerfully, and ate up the whole pot.

One person and one fox, accompanied by the rising sun, it is such a peaceful picture.

But why, the tears can't stop falling down?
The little white fox felt that it must be because...

Ginger is too spicy.

(End of this chapter)