The little rabbit stood up, shook his body, and said, "Xingye, I'm going out. Please take good care of the master."

"Okay." Xingye replied.

The little rabbit left the cave.

Xie Zhiqiu had been immersed in how to repair his meridians, and naturally did not notice that one of his contracted beasts was missing.

Xingye waited at the entrance of the cave for the little rabbit to come back.

As night fell, the little rabbit had not returned yet. The storm was getting stronger and stronger, and Xingye became more worried.

But he couldn't leave to look for her, so he could only stay here and wait for her to come back.

After a night of wind and snow, something seemed to be moving in the snow. Xingye immediately became alert. He used his spiritual sense to probe and found that it was the little rabbit, then he felt relieved.

When he got there, Xingye asked with a stern face, "Why did you take so long?"

But he honestly held the little rabbit's body in his hands, turned her back to block the wind and snow outside the cave, and used his palms to warm her almost frozen body.

The little rabbit curled up in Xingye's palm and replied slowly, "It was very snowy last night, so I found a cave to take shelter from the wind and snow."

Logically, he should be satisfied with this answer, but he still asked worriedly: "Is there anything else?"

The little rabbit's body stiffened for a moment, but luckily her body was stiff to begin with, and Xingye didn't notice anything unusual.

"Don't worry, what's the problem? It was just the heavy snow and wind that delayed us."

"That's good."

The two animals maintained this posture until the little rabbit fell asleep.

But she didn't sleep well. She twitched several times and curled up even tighter.

After several attempts, Xingye couldn't help but wake up the little rabbit.

"Rabbit, rabbit, wake up, wake up..."

The little rabbit did not wake up after being shaken. Instead, its body reacted subconsciously, twitching violently and biting Xingye's hand hard.

Xingye hissed, but the little rabbit bit even harder.

Even bit off the piece of meat.

Xingye didn't dare to hit the little rabbit anymore. He put her on the hay and didn't dare to touch her again.

When the little rabbit woke up, he found himself on the hay, not in Xingye's arms, and Xingye was staring at him with a sad face.

He asked stupidly, "What's wrong? Is there something written on my face?"

“Rabbit, tell me honestly, what happened when you went out the day before yesterday?” Xingye’s eyes seemed to see through the little rabbit.

The little rabbit's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Xingye had discovered something?

Impossible, he is so thick-skinned, there is no way he could have discovered it.

As long as I don't admit it, he can't do anything to me.

"Didn't I tell you that I was just looking for a cave to avoid the snowstorm? You can't be so petty as to argue with me about such a small matter."

"Then explain it to me. When you were sleeping yesterday, I saw that you seemed to be in a nightmare. I wanted to wake you up, but you bit off a piece of my flesh."

Xingye stretched out his hand to show the little rabbit.

The little rabbit took a look at the wound and found that it was indeed bitten by itself, and a piece of flesh was missing.

He scratched his head in embarrassment and explained, "I dreamed yesterday that a big demon was chasing after me and wanted to eat me. I don't know how I got caught, and then I bit the big demon and escaped."

Xingye snorted coldly and did not refute, which meant he accepted her words.

Seeing that Xingye did not ask any further questions, the little rabbit breathed a sigh of relief. In order to make it more realistic and prevent Xingye from asking any more questions, she chose to blame Xingye.

"Don't disturb me when I'm resting in the future, or I'll scratch you or bite you to death."

As the little rabbit spoke, he stretched out his claws, bared his teeth, and pretended to let Xingye see how powerful he was.

Xingye acted along with her, "Okay, we rabbits, whatever you say is what it is."

But the little rabbit refused to take the role.

He put on a mature look and said, "Okay, stop messing around. I'm going to go heal my master."

He took out the freshly picked petals of Artemisia selengensis from his storage bag and started processing them.

Xingye also knew the seriousness of the matter, so he didn't disturb the little rabbit anymore and returned to the entrance of the cave to continue guarding it.

When the little rabbit thought about how he had accidentally bitten Xingye, he glanced at him, took out a spiritual plant from his storage pocket and threw it at Xingye.

Xingye saw that what hit him was a spiritual plant, picked it up, and replied: "Thank you."

The little rabbit muttered "fool" aside.

After all, it was me who hurt him.

The little rabbit squeezed out all the juice from the few broken angelica leaves, added a little bit of spiritual spring water, and smeared the juice on its owner little by little.

Neither she nor Xingye knew how to make pills, so they could only use this most clumsy method to give Duanxuzhi to their master.

After applying the herb all over Xie Zhiqiu's body, the little rabbit started to deal with the leaf residue of the herb.

So-called processing is just a simple matter of pouring spiritual spring water into the bowl containing the leaf residue. It only wants the juice of the Glehnia littoralis.

Looking at the bowl of medicine residue, the little rabbit was worried.

This time she only brought back two leaves, which could barely be used twice and last for three to five days.

But except for the stamens, all the leaves of the plant had been plucked out.

The Duanxuzhi was targeted by the treasure-devouring beast, and she had obtained these two leaves with great difficulty.

If we cannot find other Duanxuzhi to make medicine or obtain Duanxuzhi from the treasure-devouring beast in these three to five days, all our efforts will be wasted.

She searched for several months and gave away so many things before she found a way to repair the broken meridians.

But this method is a bit tricky. Once you use Duanxuzhi, you have to use it continuously until you recover.

If it is interrupted midway, the consequences will be disastrous.

There was no other way, so Xingye and I discussed it and decided that it was better to live a miserable life than to die. We absolutely could not let our master die like this.

After a long time, the little rabbit found the only plant of Artemisia annua.

After some experiments, I found no problems and soon gave it to the owner for use.

Now, after half a year, she has maintained a rhythm that can be continued by Duanxuzhi, and the master's meridians have also been repaired a little bit.

Unexpectedly, an accident happened.

The treasure-devouring beast swallowed up all the petals of the Duanxuzhi. Now Duanxuzhi is left alone, and the treasure-devouring beast has been waiting there, giving it almost no chance to take action.

Before, he just asked her to hand over the treasure in exchange for the treasure-devouring beast, but he didn't expect that this time he wanted her to follow him.

Of course she refused, and that's when the trouble started.

She had thrown so many things in before, but she only managed to get a few leaves.

Now, by asking her to follow the treasure-devouring beast, doesn’t he want her to be fucked to death by him?

To put it nicely, it means marrying her; to put it bluntly, it means making her a laborer.

When she was a three-year-old child, didn't she ask what kind of person he was?

The little rabbit was worried.

Xie Zhiqiu felt that his meridians seemed to become more active, and he scanned them with his spiritual sense to make sure it was not an illusion.

She never imagined that it was the little rabbit that connected her meridians.

But she seemed to be worried.

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