The cat master of this seat

The darkness enveloped the earth, and Song Shiyue's heart was in a mess, as if he had been summoned, he came to the gate of Cihuang Hall without knowing it.

"who?"

There was a black shadow hovering outside the gate of Cihuang Temple, which seemed to be blocked by the barrier, and immediately attacked Song Shiyue when he heard Song Shiyue's voice.

Black mist radiated from Song Shiyue's body. He slapped him, and the man turned around and ran out when he saw that the situation was not good.

Song Shiyue did not catch up.

He could feel Huang Yu getting more and more restless.

After passing through the barrier, he felt that today's barrier seemed a little unstable, so he reinforced it again.

"Knock, knock, knock..." Song Shiyue raised his hand and knocked on the door.

There was silence in the dormitory.

Feeling uneasy, he rang again, "Master... Yunchi, are you inside?"

No echo.

He was impatient, "I'm going in."

Song Shiyue pushed open the door and walked in, only to see the gauze curtain fluttering, and the bedding on the inner bed bulging, Yun Chi should be on the bed.

"How are you?" Song Shiyue said, and explained with some awkwardness: "I feel that Huang Yu is very disturbed, so I came to see."

Yun Chi didn't speak, but Song Shiyue heard a faint panting/breathing.

He walked in suspiciously, "Why didn't you speak? I..."

Lifting the gauze curtain, Song Shiyue was completely stunned.

Yun Chi half leaned against the bed, and the moonlight by the window shone on him.

The beauty on the couch closed her eyes tightly, her black hair half hanging on the ground, her face under the moonlight was as pure as the white robe on her body, but the corner of her mouth was stained with blood.

He was gasping for breath with his mouth slightly open, and the end of his red eyes stretched out. Song Shiyue saw a small spiky thing protruding from his head.

It's a pair of ears.Fluffy.

Song Shiyue suddenly opened his eyes wide, and murmured, "Your ears..."

Yun Chi raised his eyes, as if he had just realized that someone had entered the room, he raised his hand hanging from the side of the bed with difficulty, and covered his ears.

He looked at Song Shiyue with red eyes, and said in a weak voice, "Go out..."

Song Shiyue stood still.

"Get out!" As if exhausting all his strength, his body hit the bed board and made a "bang".

Song Shiyue suddenly came back to his senses, stepped forward and squatted beside the bed: "Are you injured?"

Yun Chi kept covering his ears, felt his approach, and curled up in a corner, crying weakly: "Let's go..."

A fluffy tail was exposed where the quilt couldn't cover it, and it shrank into the quilt the moment Song Shiyue's eyes touched it.

Looking at the slightly trembling person on the bed, Song Shiyue's eyes became sour, and he held his hands covering his ears, speaking in a tense voice: "You are injured, let me heal your injury first, okay?"

Hearing what he said, Yun Chi pressed his hand even tighter and refused to let go.

Song Shiyue leaned over, brushing away his hair hanging behind his back with trembling hands, and looked at the back of his neck.

Yun Chi shrank his neck, and felt warm fingers gently stroking the scar on the back of his neck, and he was pulled into his arms.

Song Shiyue gently stroked his soft hair: "It's actually...it's really you."

In the past few days, he actually had this ridiculous idea at a certain moment.

"Why didn't I find out earlier, it's so... so similar."

His master is as pure and white as snow, as cold and dignified as a cat, and he didn't realize until so late...

Yun Chi was tense all the time, maybe because he knew Song Shiyue would not hurt him,

Finally relieved, his fingers slipped, and his head rested on Song Shiyue's shoulder.

Breathing heavily on his neck, Song Shiyue tensed his body, and looked down at the fluffy, familiar cat ears that were close at hand.

Song Shiyue wanted to ask him many, many questions.Why did he turn into a cat?Is he also the little white cat back then?Why didn't you say it all the time?Why did it take so many years to come back to him?Why do you get hurt? ...

But in the end, he couldn't speak, and he didn't know where to ask.

Yun Chi snorted, a little uncomfortable.

Song Shiyue immediately lost some spiritual power to him, and was surprised that the spiritual power on Master's body was very unstable and became weaker, which did not meet his cultivation level at all.

"Your spiritual power?"

"Something happened earlier, and my spiritual power was damaged."

Yun Chi just stopped, and Song Shiyue was not given a chance to ask more questions.

He still had no strength in his body. He tried a few times, but he still couldn't sit up straight. In the end, he felt a little annoyed with himself. He was still a little annoyed when Song Shiyue supported him to lean on him.

The tail is gone, but the ears haven't changed back yet.

"I'll take you away."

"No need." Yun Chi's voice was still weak, "I'll just rest for one night..."

"No." Song Shiyue held his shoulders, stretched his arms into the bedding, trying to hug him up: "You can't stay here."

"I'm not leaving..." Yun Chi began to struggle and pushed him with some strength.

Song Shiyue didn't dare to use force, just accepted it, but hugged Master even tighter.

"I can't leave, the Qingxu Northern Territory still needs me..."

Song Shiyue let go of his hand slightly, afraid of hurting Master, he just clenched his palm tightly, and after a long silence, he asked him in a hoarse voice: "...What about me?"

"Qingxu North needs you, do you think I don't need you?"

Yun Chi's breath stopped, and he felt Song Shiyue's chin rest on his head.

"It's like this again, you left without saying a word. If I hadn't come over, how long would you want to hide it? Someone was staring at you outside just now, do you think I will let you stay here alone?"

"Do you want to leave me again this time?" He whispered, his voice seemed to be wronged.

Yun Chi's ears twitched, but he just pursed his lips and didn't speak.

Song Shiyue lowered his head, looking at the docile man with downcast eyes, feeling a little helpless, "I'll take you back to recuperate, and come back if you want to come back after the injury is healed."

He lowered his head and rubbed his chin against the cat's ears, "Master...be obedient, okay?"

His ears were soft, and Yun Chi was struggling, but he also knew that staying in Cihuang Hall would be dangerous, so he was finally taken away by his apprentice.

The maidservants outside the demon palace all saw the demon master come back with a man in his arms, but the man was covered so tightly that he couldn't even tell whether he was a man or a woman.

Everyone speculated that Mozun was finally going to establish Mofei.

At this moment, the "Magic Concubine" shrank back on the big bed where she used to sleep with the Demon Venerable, with a serious face. The reason was that Song Shiyue still wanted to sleep with him as usual.

It seemed that he didn't expect him to resist so much. At this time, Song Shiyue's expression was a little innocent: "But we used to..."

"The past was the past!" Yun Chi's face was a little dark, he really should remind his apprentice, let him recall memories, in fact, they are not that close, "I am not a cat now."

"You are obviously...my cat."

Hearing his murmur clearly, Yun Chi was in a complicated mood, but in the end he didn't break the rare gentleness: "I'm a human now!"

"So what?" Song Shiyue didn't change his expression, he lowered his eyes and thought for a while, "I can take care of you by your side."

"I just sleep and don't need anyone to take care of me."

Song Shiyue stared at him for a while, his eyes lingering on his face that had turned rosy from anxiety, and finally fixed on his lips that were not so pale at last, a little frustrated: "Okay. Then Master, let's go to sleep, and the apprentice will sleep again under the bed." Make a quilt."

Seeing that Song Shiyue really made up the bed obediently, Yun Chi heaved a sigh of relief and lay down with his back to him.

Song Shiyue tilted his head to look at the master's back and the still moving ears, with an unpredictable expression.