In the book, the villain male second was conquered by me and became a loyal dog

"But I still can't give an explanation for what my father did to Ah Ci. I'm sorry."

Song Yingyue lowered her eyes, clenched her knuckles, pursed her lips, and her eyes were full of guilt.

Tong Huanyou paused and said calmly, "Sister Song, I'm not him, so I can't forgive him on his behalf, so you don't have to apologize to me."

"I know." Song Yingyue sighed and moved her eyes back to the cold bed. "Everyone in the world owes him, and I owe him too much."

Later, the two chatted for a while, and then a cultivator came to the cave in a hurry and called Song Yingyue to deal with an urgent matter.

So Song Yingyue had to say goodbye to Tong Huanyou in a hurry and take away the lunch box she had finished eating.

The surroundings returned to their former silence.

But Tong Huanyou didn't think there was anything wrong with such silence.

As long as she could see that figure, she would be satisfied.

Immediately she picked up the hem of her skirt and returned to the white wolf.

Sometimes he touched his tail, sometimes he touched his ears, and he giggled, his eyes full of joy.

"Qingci, let me tell you, it's beautiful to watch the sunrise and sunset here, but it would be nice if we could see shooting stars as well."

"It would be even better if I could watch it with you."

"I still don't know how to comb my hair, so I just learned to tie a ponytail like you. It's much more convenient than combing those buns, but it's not as pretty as yours."

As he spoke, his bright eyes began to mist up again, and his eye sockets turned red.

A line of clear tears called longing slid down the corners of the eyes and down the cheeks.

"Qingci, I miss you so much... I miss you so much..."

In the past three years, Tong Huanyou has lost count of how many times she has cried when no one is around.

The more alone I am, the clearer the memories of my past with Yu Qingci become, as if the scenes happened yesterday.

But every time I woke up from a dream, everything was so lonely, as lonely as death.

He was no longer able to respond to any of her thoughts.

Just two full years of talking to myself and dancing with swords in the snow.

It turns out that when people like someone to the extreme, they will unconsciously imitate the appearance of their loved one.

It seemed that only in this way could he stay by my side.

Gradually, steady breathing was heard, and Tong Huanyou fell into a deep sleep beside the cold bed, tears still hanging from the corners of her eyes, forming small tear pools in her nose.

The setting sun in the distance completely sank into the horizon, night fell quietly, and a few stars suddenly appeared in the east.

As the stars began to increase, the earth fell into a peaceful night.

On the cold bed, a huge tail moved slowly, with imperceptible gentleness, slowly covering Tong Huanyou's small hand.

……

a few days later.

The cave is on the edge of the cliff.

Two figures, one tall and one short, stood facing each other.

"Changsu, hello, Master." The little demon bowed respectfully to Tong Huanyou.

Tong Huanyou looked at the little demon who was half a head shorter than her, and tried hard to suppress the urge to smile, but a hint of joy flashed in her eyes.

I was secretly happy: I can be a teacher now? Why was I so happy?

"Your name is Changsu, right? How old are you?" Tong Huanyou asked softly, with curiosity in her eyes.

“87.”

Tong Huanyou: ...Well, it turns out that we can’t judge a monster’s age by comparing it to a human’s age.

"What kind of demon are you?"

Chang Su replied: "Dog demon."

Tong Huanyou's eyes widened instantly, and he blurted out subconsciously: "What kind?!"

His eyes were wide open, full of anticipation.

Chang Su was startled: "Master, what is a variety?"

Seeing this, Tong Huanyou raised a wicked smile at the corner of his lips, and a cunning flashed in his eyes: "Little Changsu, change into your original form and show me."

Although Changsu didn't understand, he still obediently flipped it with one hand, and an idea flashed in his mind.

A black and white puppy appeared in front of me.

It's a small Border Collie.

The corners of Tong Huanyou's lips twitched slightly.

No, why is it a shepherd dog breed...

There was an inexplicable sense of oppression from the original form in my heart.

However, in her furry form, she couldn't resist the cute puppy look after all, and she squatted down for some unknown reason.

He reached out and touched Changsu's little head twice, his face full of love.

Chang Su tilted his head in confusion, not understanding what his master meant.

However, when Tong Huanyou saw this scene, she was even more overwhelmed with cuteness!

He raised both hands, rubbed his erect little ears, and smiled from ear to ear.

Chang Su was silent. He understood that Tong Huanyou was treating him like a pet and touching him.

Little did they know that this scene was exactly where the cold bed was in the cave.

The white wolf was lying motionless, but its tail suddenly twitched twice.

The calm expression of the past now seemed to reveal an imperceptible irritation.

It seemed as if it wanted to break out of that endless dream.

……

Seeing the excitement in Tong Huanyou's eyes, Chang Su could only helplessly let her touch him.

I thought silently in my heart: Just consider it as a gift for becoming a disciple. I can’t come up with a decent gift for becoming a disciple right now anyway.

After touching enough, Tong Huan suddenly realized that something was wrong.

After all, I am a teacher now and I need to maintain a good image.

Thinking of this, she quickly restrained her hands and stood up quickly.

He clenched his fist to his lips, coughed twice, and acted like a mature person.

"Well, Changsu, change back."

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of inspiration appeared again, and Changsu returned to his human form and stood in front of Tong Huanyou again.

"You're learning basic ice magic, right? Wait a minute."

As he spoke, Tong Huanyou turned around quietly and took out a piece of paper from his arms.

Written on it were several basic ice spell formulas.

After taking a look, he quickly turned around, pretending to be calm, and said seriously: "Then I will teach you the Ice Condensation Technique today."

"Okay, Master." Chang Su obediently stepped aside and waited for Tong Huanyou to perform.

Tong Huanyou took a deep breath and began to form seals with her hands. White spiritual energy began to gather around her body, causing her hair to flutter and her dress to dance.

"The morning is quiet, the ice is condensed..."

When he read this, Tong Huanyou's brain suddenly froze.

He turned stiffly and awkwardly to look at Chang Su: "Um... um... what's behind that?"

Changsu: ...

"Master, you are teaching me..."

Isn't it said that people who live in caves are usually hermits? Why do I feel like Master...

Because the spell was paused, Tong Huanyou's spiritual power suddenly dissipated. She touched her nose awkwardly and stammered:

"Well, this is my first time teaching someone, so I'm a little nervous. Wait for me a moment!"

After saying that, he quickly turned around and took out the cheat sheet to look at it again.

Changsu's expression was a little complicated at this moment.

Can I really learn basic ice-based Taoism by following her?

at this time.

A cold and magnetic voice sounded behind the two of them.

"The morning is quiet, the ice is condensed, the frost falls, and the dew falls."

In an instant, the gently falling snow underwent a dramatic change.

The snowflakes condensed instantly and turned into hard hailstones, falling rapidly from the sky.

Bullets of varying sizes slammed into the ground like a dense rain of bullets.

Before Tong Huanyou could react, one of the smaller hailstones hit her head directly.

Tong Huanyou quickly reached out to cover his smashed head, turned his head and praised Changsu:

"Right, right, right! That's right. Little Changsu, you're quite amazing. I can only condense a small area, but you created a hailstorm!"

Chang Su replied: "Master, it's not me."

Tong Huanyou's expression suddenly froze, and the smile on his face froze.

The next second, a bright red umbrella covered her head, blocking the hail from the sky.

"Youyou doesn't like watching snow anymore, but likes watching hail?"