Xianzun and his cat

It is reasonable to say that Yin Ning is a natural civet, and he grew up in the snow-capped mountains. He eats spiritual energy or spiritual plants. The spiritual power in his body should be very strong, but Yin Ning doesn't even have a little spiritual power stored. Every once in a while, I would go to Han Dishu's fingers to absorb spiritual power from him, it was like a bottomless pit, and I couldn't get enough to feed.

So there's nothing he can do about the tiny lid now.

After the fifth failed attempt, Yin Ning gave up completely.

"Trouble—" He fell down on the snow, his butt pressed against the thick snow, stretched out his claws and kicked the soup cup to the ground, the round soup cup rolled twice on the ground and stopped.

After rolling, Yin Ning suddenly looked at the soup cup and came up with an idea - he can roll the soup cup back to the bamboo house!

Di Shu thought that Yin Ning's little idiot would either stay on the ground and not leave, or ask him to help, but he didn't expect to see that he was smart for a while.

Yin Ning came back rolling the soup cup, looked up at Di Shu, and said angrily, "It's just a small soup cup, I can bring it back by myself."

Di Shu looked at him indifferently, without speaking, his eyes gradually deviated and fell on the soup cup beside him.

Yin Ning remembered that he couldn't open the lid by himself.

So he met Di Shu's eyes and lowered his head in frustration. Soon, there was a weak begging voice: "Help me, okay?"

Di Shu reached out to him, and Yin Ning jumped onto his hand in small steps, rubbing his head against him.

"I've never met such a delicate cat like you, and I never let me pet it so actively." Di Shu rubbed his head and pushed it lightly.

Yin Ning's butt fell onto Di Shu's knee in an instant, and he was about to fall, but Di Shu hurriedly retrieved him. If he really fell, he might have to cry for a while before he stopped.

Yin Ning blinked at him, then turned his head to look at the soup cup on the ground beside him, licked it with his bright red tongue, and let out a meow.

"Okay, okay, open it for you, don't be coquettish." After Di Shu said, he opened the lid lightly with a lot of spiritual power, and the aroma of the spiritual bone soup became stronger in an instant, making people drool.

Yin Ning wanted to go there, but saw Di Shu move his fingers, and the soup cup fell from the ground to the table, and then, a small bowl appeared out of thin air on the table, a small porcelain bowl with a hint of faint blue, it looked very strange pretty.

Di Shu asked him to jump onto the small table, filled a bowl of soup, and said slowly, "The soup bowl is bigger than your face, maybe you want to get in and take a bath."

Yin Ning was stunned for a moment, looked at the small bowl of soup, didn't pay much attention to Di Shu's words, wagging his tail, Shi Shiran walked to his hand, looked at him, and then lowered his head to drink the soup.

Yin Ning has never had such a delicious soup in his life, and his stomach feels warm after taking a sip.

Di Shu clearly saw that Yin Ning's eyes were brighter, he let go of the hand holding the small porcelain bowl, put the bowl on the table, and did not forget to tell Yin Ning: "No matter how good the food is, don't eat too much, don't eat too much. If you get too drunk, you will be thrown down the mountain."

Yin Ning didn't believe it. After being together for a month, he knew that Di Shu was just joking, so this scare him.But he really couldn't finish this cup of soup, so he obediently nodded to Di Shu, which was his agreement.

"Be good, I'll go to meditate, and remember to practice when the moon rises above your head." Di Shu touched his ear again, and the little ear patted itself. Before Yin Ning came back to his senses, Di Shu Received.

As early as the second day of their bond, Dishu asked him to meditate every day when the moon was hanging high in the sky. At first, he was quite happy, isn't it just to bask in the moon?He would, but Dishu let him have no distracting thoughts, and he had to sit cross-legged. He was not happy anymore. After sitting cross-legged for so long, his buttocks and legs hurt from sitting.

But Di Shu insisted on letting him meditate for no less than an hour a day. Yin Ning couldn't hold on for that long, and once he was so sleepy that he fell face to face on the ground, which woke him up in pain, and then he burst into tears, so an hour Turned into half an hour.

Now Yin Ning was a little frustrated hearing Di Shu's words, but still hummed and said he knew.

Seeing that Yin Ning had promised well, Di Shu touched his chin, turned around and left.

He thought, although Yin Ning is delicate, he is obedient, and he will not be obedient, but unexpectedly, when he came back to the small courtyard, he saw a drunk cat sleeping on the table, with a slightly distended belly, and the cat on the side There is only a little soup left in the soup pot.

It was rare for Dishu to feel a headache, so he sighed lowly, grabbed the back of Yin Ning's neck, and went straight to the cold spring behind the bamboo house, attracted some spring water, and scattered it on Yin Ning's sleeping face.

Yin Ning felt as if ice scum had suddenly fallen from his face, he shivered and woke up.

He was being held and suspended in mid-air, with drops of water on a few cat hairs.

"Ah-choo—" Yin Ning raised his head slightly, and looked at Di Shu aggrievedly, he was cold.