The White Rabbit Immortal raised a cub and overturned

After the Qingsong faction finished, all the little demons came back to recuperate, Hu San slaughtered two fat chickens, chopped them into pieces and threw them into the pot, and added a lot of rare spirit herbs.

Ye Juesi knew that the number of chicken legs was limited, so he was going to ask A Feng to come down and eat one first, but when he came to the door of the bedroom, he pushed it, but it couldn't be pushed, and the door was locked.

He knocked on the door: "Afeng? Eat chicken legs!"

Knocked a few times, but no one answered at the door. Ye Jue thought that Afeng was asleep and didn't hear, so he stopped bothering and turned back to the kitchen.

Hu Sanha let out a chicken leg that was three feet long. Ye Jue was leaning on the table and watching quietly, and suddenly asked, "Are you sleeping and locking the door?"

"What?"

"Lock the door!"

Hu San put away his halazi, his chest slapped loudly, "Boss, we don't lock the door of our inn, don't worry, whoever dares to enter this room will make him unable to eat and walk around!"

Ye Jue let out a nonchalant sigh, and leaned back to the corner of the table.

Today, Afeng suddenly locked the door, which made him very uncomfortable, but after careful consideration, it seems to be no problem. This area is like a newborn baby animal. After growing up, it has a sense of territory. Its own house cannot be disturbed by others.

Therefore, it is not a big deal for Afeng to lock the door suddenly.

"Boss, I don't think this is the reason." Hu San shook his head, denying again and again: "The cubs develop their sense of territory slowly, and won't suddenly enclose a place, Afeng, is he... frightened? "

Ye Jue suddenly stood up, and his heart was right. The room was full of minced meat and blood. Afeng might have been frightened when he saw it for the first time. If he could go there a little earlier, Afeng would not have to suffer in vain. .

The more he thought about it, the more he felt guilty, and quickly walked to Afeng's door again, and knocked on the door: "Afeng, are you sleeping, Afeng?"

A rustling sound came from the room, A Feng was awake, but he never responded, and the door was tightly closed.

Ye Jue was afraid that something would happen to A Feng, so he directed a flash of light, and the door lock broke immediately. He rushed in, but there was no light in the room, and there was a small figure curled up under the couch, trembling slightly like a kitten.

Ye Jue waved his hand, lit the candle, walked quickly to the bed and squatted down, the moment the young man was illuminated by the candle, he tried his best to hide behind, very afraid of the light.

He felt sore, and attached the young man's little hand to his knuckle-boned palm, and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, I am a little late this time, and I assure you that I will never be late next time."

And A Feng hugged his shoulders, his eyes were reddish, he couldn't help shaking when he heard this, is it too late?Fortunately, I was late, if it was so early in the morning, wouldn't I...

There was a sudden sharp pain in his head, as if it was about to explode, he waved his hands repeatedly to the non-existent person in the void: "It's not me, I really don't know."

Ye Jue grabbed the young man's hand and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Do you have a headache?"

"It's not me, it's really not me!" A Feng's eyes were blank, as if he couldn't hear the call of the people around him at all, and his hands were blankly grasping the void.

Suddenly, his eyes focused on Ye Jue, and tears fell uncontrollably.

"I didn't kill anyone." The young man murmured softly, as if repenting.

Ye Jue was silent, he pulled the young man up, put him on the couch, turned around and poured a cup of hot tea into the young man's hand.

"The Qingsong faction is so hateful, killing him should be revenge." Ye Jue reassured.

"No!" Afeng interrupted him abruptly, the hostility in his eyes was almost solidified: "I didn't kill him, let alone...... I didn't cut that person to pieces!"

Cut to pieces.

Ye Jue's heart trembled violently, and the tea in his hand trembled. Sure enough, the disciples of the Shishi were hacked to death, and the torturer was probably Afeng.

He calmly wiped away the water stains on his fingertips, and asked lightly, "Oh? It wasn't you, who was the torturer?"

Afeng was dumbfounded by this rhetorical question, and a figure appeared in his mind, thin, weak, dressed in green clothes, slowly squatting beside the bloody formation, the sun reflected on his side face, he was a contented figure. smile.

It's his face.

But it wasn't him.

"It can't be me, how could it be me? How could I do such a cruel thing as Ling Chi." Afeng's voice trembled, tears couldn't stop falling, he curled up his body like a frightened kitten, and hid at the far end of the bed in the corner.

"The torturer is definitely not me." The young man was extremely wronged.

Ye Jue sighed, walked to the bed, and rubbed Afeng's head: "I didn't say you were the torturer."

Afeng's eyes widened in disbelief.

Ye Jue stared at the young man's bewildered eyes, and said every word sincerely: "You say you are not a torturer, it must be the truth, I will naturally believe you."

Looking at this trusting look, Afeng became confused for a moment, blinked his eyes, and broke away from Ye Jue's palm on his head, "If what I said is false..."

"You didn't tell a lie." Ye Jue immediately rejected it.

He looked at the young man who was tormented by his spiritual consciousness and became terrified, his eyes were red, and there was a pain in his heart. After finally curing his physical illness, he didn't know that he had a heart disease.

Ye Jue disregarded that he was a majestic monster, but when someone brushed his face away, he grabbed the young man's cool little hand, and used the warmth of his own palm to warm it up.

"Afeng, do everything according to your heart." He stared at the young man's eyes: "Don't worry about it, don't overthink it."

As soon as Ye Jue walked out of the bedroom, he turned around and saw the little fox.

"Why did the boss stay in Afeng's room for so long?" Hu San asked.

The corners of Ye Jue's lips were tightly pursed, and he shook his head, with a lot on his mind but he didn't want to talk about it.

Hu San thought that all the chicken legs in the kitchen belonged to him, he turned around and went downstairs with a smile, thinking to eat up as soon as possible, but Ye Jue coughed and stopped him.

"Hu San, tell Xiao Yao not to mention the Qingsong faction, especially in front of A Feng." Ye Jue said.

The little fox turned around with question marks all over his face.

Ye Jue frowned calmly, pointed at a clump of elegant bamboo branches in the corridor, and said calmly: "A Feng chopped up the disciples of the Qingsong Sect."

"Who?"

"A Feng."

"What's up with him?"

"Cut the disciples of the Qingsong Sect to pieces."

"Who killed the disciples of the Qingsong Sect?"

Ye Jue: "..."

Ye Jue almost laughed angrily: "Fox San, what I said is not clear enough? If the stone room is not a disciple of the Qingsong Sect, if it were you, a little fox, you would have been chopped into a pile of meat paste now."

Such a terrifying description made Hu San tremble, his red hair stood up in fright, and he gestured with his paws, "Afeng, he... has an arm the size of a bamboo pole. If you ask him to carry something, he will take three breaths. I will kill him!" Didn't dare to lift his head, he was cut alive?"

The little fox looked at his lord in disbelief, and opened his mouth after a while: "Boss, you, you don't know..."

Ye Jue:? ? ?

"You don't want to pass on your century-old cultivation to Afeng, do you? Boss, why bother!" Hu San's tears were about to burst into tears.

Ye Jue has a black face, Lei Jie chopped off half of his cultivation, where can he pass on his cultivation to others?

"Afeng did everything by himself." Ye Jue said seriously: "But he is emotionally unstable, so I told everyone not to talk too much about the Qingsong Sect, don't mention it."

Hu San regained his composure and accepted Ye Jue's words, but he still couldn't believe that a little Afeng, who couldn't even eat a few mouthfuls, could actually cut someone alive, it was a bit... cruel.

Anyway, he has been bloody for half his life, and he still can't help but get goosebumps when he hears that he was killed.

"Afeng's origin is unusual." Ye Jue pointed out the key point.

Hu San is clever, and he understands it with a single sentence. Afeng's origin is unknown, but now he has lost his memory and is very obedient. Perhaps in a crisis, he temporarily regained his memory and revealed his true nature.

In contact with a crisis, the nature is hidden again, but there is a vague impression of this matter, so the mood is unstable.

Even so, he still couldn't help rubbing his arms. There was a chill behind him, and he couldn't combine the word "Afeng" with "Sheng Shou".

"Boss is... happy?"

When Ye Jue was asked about his heart, he lifted his eyes, tilted his head slightly and asked Hu San: "Do you remember what I said to you when I went to Guhefeng to attack at night?"

Hu San recalled what happened last night. The boss and A Feng should have been happy when they came back from the night market, but when they didn't want to leave the bedroom, their expressions changed, and they couldn't stop sighing along the way.

"The boss seems to be sighing, saying that Afeng is not easy to raise?" Hu San said.

"It's not difficult to raise." Ye Jue frowned slightly: "I thought at the time that he didn't even dare to approach strangers, so I had to untie his knot first, and then help him untie the zombie grass. How many years will it take to master the poison and teach him self-defense? When will I stop worrying and let him walk freely in the realm of cultivation?"

"Now I'm relieved."

"Even in the face of the difficult and dangerous situation of the Qingsong faction, he can respond. Although I don't know what happened, at least Afeng didn't suffer."

Ye Jue held on to the railing, heaved a long sigh of relief, feeling relieved that the cubs have finally grown up after going through all kinds of hardships, and couldn't help boasting: "As expected, they are my cubs, none of them are vulgar things."

These words seemed to put gold on his face, but Ye Jue really put down the boulder in front of his chest, took a long breath, and felt relieved and happy from the bottom of his heart.

Excited, he couldn't help rubbing the fur of the fox with his hand: "Look at my little brothers, any one of them can be knocked down."

Hu San was suddenly praised and scratched his head in embarrassment: "It's all taught well by the boss."

The fox fur felt rough to the touch, but it was interesting. Ye Jue couldn't help rubbing it a few more times. There was chicken stewing in the kitchen, and he wasn't going to eat it. He turned around and wanted to go to sleep.

As a great power of cultivation, his footsteps landed silently, and after a few steps, he moved to the corner, and a soft object fell into his arms.

Ye Jue supported this person and took a closer look, it was actually Afeng.

"Why are you here?" He asked, just now that Afeng had clearly said that he was going to sleep.

A Feng lowered his head, pouted his face, his slender eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly's wings, and he choked out a sentence after a while: "I can't sleep."

"Why can't I sleep? Are you hungry?"

"Well... a little scared." A Feng said hurriedly again: "Now I'm not afraid anymore, I'll go back now."

Ye Jue frowned, A Feng was so frightened by today's events that he couldn't sleep, it can be seen that the matter is serious, the memory of the past resurfaced in his mind, and it would always damage some consciousness.

As for the knot in his heart, he has no choice but to rely on Afeng to digest it little by little.

"Afraid? I will sleep with you tonight." Ye Jue said, holding the boy's hand and pulling him into the room.

The bed was wide enough for two people to sleep on. Ye Jue fetched a pair of quilts behind him, closed the bedroom door, lay down on the other side of the bed, and fell asleep on his own.

He noticed the discomfort of the little thing beside him, closed his eyes and waved his hands: "Good boy, sleep."

But Afeng kept making small movements awkwardly, stretching out his arms for a while, twisting his neck for a while, and he could feel the tiny friction even through two layers of quilts.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice suddenly sounded in the darkness: "My lord, do you believe that pies will fall from the sky?"

The night was dark, Ye Jue was very sleepy, and he didn't know why the young man would ask strange questions, so he responded casually: "Maybe, there are all kinds of wonders in the world."

"……Um."