sweeping the empire every day

An Qingjue's eyes were unwavering, and she didn't seem to care at all. She simply held the moon-white bird that had hit her and fell down in the palm of her hand, frowning slightly, her lips were slightly rosy from the impact, and she looked at it with a smile. Zhang Yihe was extremely attractive, "Be good."

The voice was cold and indifferent, and a little hoarse. The moon-white bird huddled into a ball and hid quietly in An Qingjue's warm palm, feeling his body getting hotter and hotter.

——That was his first kiss!

The moon-white bird whimpered, and only heard his own soft and waxy voice, and couldn't help but get more deeply entangled, thinking of him as a dignified seven-star general of the empire, born without anger and majestic, serious and unusual, and it is said that he can stop Xiaoer from crying, He is really a person with a cold face and a majestic face;

Now, she can only make tender and soft "chirp" sounds every day, and hide in a man's palm in a ball!

The moon-white bird struggled to get out of An Qingjue's palm, but it was a cub and hadn't eaten. Going down, An Qingjue quickly fished it back, and warned, "There will be no next time."

"Chirp—!"

The moon-white bird let out a cry of grief and anger, and then curled itself up into a ball. The moon-white fluff on its body was light pink, which complemented the crescent white. It looked extremely cute. It put its head on An Qingjue's cool palm For a while, the whole bird huddled in An Qingjue's palm, obediently motionless, only poking An Qingjue's palm with its beak occasionally to express the resentment in his heart.

But it is a cub, not to mention squeamish, and the gravity of falling down just now did not bring much pain to An Qingjue, and now it is even softer, and it feels itchy to An Qingjue, An Qing Jue looked down, and saw the moon-white bird curled up into a ball, the moon-white fluff slightly glowing with pink luster, the body trembled slightly, and the soft beak poked his palm one after another, as if coquettishly admitting his mistake;

An Qingjue paused, thinking for a while, this moon warbler who was born alone in the woods a few days ago, is she still scared?

That's right, it's still a baby.

An Qingjue showed a somewhat disgusted expression on his face, but his fingers were gently stroking the cub's moon-white fur. His slender, white fingers stood out against the pink luster of the moon-white fur.

The moon-white bird moved its body slightly, called "Jiujiu" twice, and then seemed to have nothing to love, its limbs limp in An Qingjue's palm, and An Qingjue's cool fingers brushed from its neck. All the way down, the soft and comfortable warm touch caused the moon-white bird to make a vague sound from its throat. It seemed to realize it immediately, and stuck itself in An Qingjue's palm, refusing to raise its head no matter what.

Only occasionally, she would gently touch An Qingjue's palm with her soft beak, with wordless warmth and trust;

The white wolf cub and the black wolf cub lying in the backpack looked at each other, showing expressions of envy and hatred. They stared at the much-loved moon-white bird from left to right, and ground their white teeth carefully. ;

——This little bird is so annoying!

An Qingjue turned around and put the moon-white bird on the bed. The bird staggered two steps and hit the white soft bedding directly, then lay on it completely motionless, with its small butt pouted, just not intending to give An Qing Qing Jue has a straight face;

An Qingjue didn't care either. She turned around and wiped the paws of the two little wolf cubs with a towel. How could the two little wolf cubs expect such high treatment? So soft and peaceful, and the sky so vast, and the house so warm and sweet, and even that nasty bird so cute!

Therefore, when An Qingjue put a small plate of snacks on the bedside and said, "Get along well", the two little wolf cubs nodded desperately, raised a small paw and tried hard to pat their own small chests, Use actions to show that you will definitely take care of that little bird;

Only then did An Qingjue feel relieved to leave;

Tomorrow's class is Class A, An Qingjue is a little worried, because Class A is too special;

Whether it is Class B, Class E, or other classes, they are still within the scope of textbooks. An Qingjue just needs to see where they are talking and then go get a real thing, but Class A...

They have finished the course of "Basics of Pharmacy" this year;

Just half a month ago, their class had been changed to self-study, and they could do whatever they wanted;

But An Qingjue, how could he allow students to do some irrelevant things in his classroom?

After contemplating for a long time, An Qingjue made a final decision. Let's take them to the forest tomorrow, just to see the level of this class that is said to be the best in Cassieve Academy. Let's take a mid-term exam by the way;

An Qingjue nodded in satisfaction, then went to pack her space ring, planning to find a batch of seeds to plant.

The moon-white bird lay there motionless, the little black wolf cub looked at the small plate of biscuits, and thought about the instructions of the male god before he left. The little black wolf cub thoughtfully took a small piece of biscuit and jumped quickly. Going to the side of the moon-white bird, I arched the body of the moon-white bird with my head, but the little bird ignored it;

The little black wolf cub tilted his head in doubt, put the biscuit on a flat place, and barked twice at the little white wolf cub, who also hurriedly jumped over, looked at the motionless bird, stretched out I patted it lightly with my paw, but there was still no response;

"Aww... ow?" Maybe it fell asleep?

The little white wolf cub tilted his head and looked at the little black wolf cub. The little black wolf cub nodded, as if approving the idea, then picked up the biscuit and ate it in two or three bites. "He pounced on him with a sound, and even ate alone. What about taking care of her as promised? !

Song Changxiu didn't know what was going on with him either.

Just now he felt dizzy for a while, his body was weak, he didn't even have the strength to raise his head, and he couldn't open his eyelids. With such a flash of divine effort, he found that he was no longer in the body of the moon-white bird. nor in that soft bed;

He seemed to be a man again, but surrounded by a thick fog;

He was in a white mist, and he could only move forward according to his feeling;

I don't know how long I walked, I don't know how much time passed, Song Changxiu seemed to be tireless, until he passed through the ghostly mist,

The dazzling sunlight dazzled the eyes, and it took Song Changxiu a while to get used to it. The first thing he saw was the face he had seen for more than thirty years!

——That's Song Changxiu.

Lying on the hospital bed, Song Changxiu was unconscious and pale.