What bad thoughts can kittens have

The demon market has to stay open until dawn.

Yu Mang stuffed his storage bag to the brim with the things he bought, and he finally sat down to have supper with Zhou Jing.

What I ate was the noodle shop that Zhou Jing mentioned just now.

The boss is a crane demon, with long white hair, as cold as the snow in Tianshan Mountain, and looks like a non-human being, but he is busy cooking and eating in the small shop. His subordinates are not plum blossom chess books, but oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar.

Zhou Jing whispered to Yu Mang secretly.

"The old Qinglong chased after this crane monster, but she has always been a scumbag. When she found out that the crane monster was a serious monster, she ran away quickly. In the end, the crane monster chased the Chaoyu monster. City, the two have been arguing for hundreds of years."

Huh?

Yu Mang pricked up his ears, because his gossip eyes were shining brightly, but he still kept his eyes on his face, with a calm expression.

"Does Qinglong like him?" He covered his face with the menu and secretly asked Zhou Jing.

"Who knows." Zhou Jing was indifferent, and it wasn't his wife.

But looking at Yu Mang's thirsty look, he thought for a while, "I should also care about it. Qinglong also planted a batch of fairy tree seeds from me before, saying that it was to be used as snack materials for the crane monster."

After all, this crane demon has no other hobbies. He is a proper family cook and likes to study recipes the most.

"His craftsmanship is very good, you can try it." Zhou Jing ordered the clean and beautiful menu, "These taste good."

Yu Mang lowered his head to study seriously.

But the names on the menu are all weird, such as "spring", "Luoyu", "Meiziqing".

It looks like people don't even know what material it is.

But he still chose, "I want this spring."

Zhou Jing asked for a copy of "Xia He".

Mr. Crane Yao nodded, even if he received it, he was silent when he saw it, and stood in front of the stove wearing an apron, but even his apron was snow-white, and there were beautiful little flowers tied in his long hair.

Yu Mang took a look and felt that this was a fellow.

After all, he also secretly tied a bow to his tail.

"Have you come to this store before?" He asked Zhou Jing.

"Ah."

Zhou Jing bought another cup of plum-flavored soda for Yu Mang, "Besides Chaoyu Yaoshi, he also set up a stall near the forest where I live, so I often come here."

In fact, he was also watching the fun at that time.

Because Qinglong is unwilling to take responsibility, he is always kicked out of the bed by the crane demon, but he is so shameless that he wants to pester others, he always gloats beside him every time.

Yu Mang sipped on the soda, feeling a little envious for no reason.

very nice.

They all know the previous surroundings.

In fact, being too young is not a good thing, he is only in his early twenties, and he knows nothing about Zhou Jing's past.

It didn't take long for the crane demon to prepare two portions of noodles and serve them up.

The ingredients are all from the demon world, the noodles are snow-white, the soup base is clear, and there are many flowers carved with ingredients in Yumang's portion, floating slowly in the bowl, with green thin leaves, it really looks like spring.

Yu Mang took a sip of the soup, and there was a refreshing taste from the soup, like spring rain and dew, with a little tender tip on the leaves.

But I don't know why, it's his first time to come to Chao Yu Yao City, but he feels familiar with the taste of this bowl of noodles.

He didn't take it seriously, and went to look at Zhou Jingwanli again.

A lot of peppers were sprinkled in the Zhoujing bowl, and it was packed in a simple black wooden bowl, which has a kind of boldness.

"Are you spicy?" Yu Mang asked.

Before Zhou Jing moved his chopsticks, he took a spoonful with a wooden spoon and brought it to Yu Mang's lips.

"Try it yourself."

Yu Mang struggled for a while, before taking a small sip like a kitten drinking water.

It was indeed spicy, so hot that he stuck out his tongue, but after the spicy taste passed, another umami taste slowly came up.

"Is it delicious?" Zhou Jing asked him with a smile, "Do you want some more?"

Yu Mang took a sip of the soda and shook his head, "No, I'll just eat my own."

The crane demon named Tu Xin is about to close the stall and no longer accepts guests. Now there are only two people left in this small noodle shop, Yu Mang and Zhou Jing.

Tu Xin wiped his seasoning bottle with a fine cloth, watched the interaction between Yu Mang and Zhou Jing coldly, and suddenly asked, "Zhou Jing, what does the person next to you have to do with you?"

He tilted his head to look at the two of them, as if observing, but he spoke surprisingly, and asked Zhou Jing, "Is that your partner?"

Yu Mang was holding a flower in a bowl for Zhou Jing, when he heard that the chopsticks froze, the pink flower fell down and smashed into Zhou Jing's bowl.

He raised his head in a panic, and met the eyes of the crane demon.

The whole body of this crane demon is white, as pale as a shadow coming down from the snow mountain, but a pair of black eyes are so bright that it seems to be able to see through people's hearts at a glance.

Yu Mang's heart beat a few times.

But this was Zhou Jing's old friend, not his, and he didn't know how to deal with it, so he could only turn his head to look at Zhou Jing.

Zhou Jing's expression was calm, and he didn't even frown.

"It's none of your business." He said bluntly, "You run a noodle shop, not a Yuelao Temple, so why not inquire."

The crane demon was not angry at all, and was still packing up his things.

"You haven't come here for so long, and you just hugged a little beauty when you came here, and you're still so used to it, can I even ask?" He said in a cold voice, and glanced at Yu Mang, "I saw you treat people like this last time." Take care, or treat that little fox."

Little Fox?

Yu Mang bit the tip of the chopsticks, feeling strange in his heart.

He couldn't hold back and asked, "What little fox?"

Tu Xin glanced at Yu Mang.

He was born with a lack of strings, and he was not as exquisite as his appearance, otherwise he would not have spent so many years with Qinglong.

He also didn't see Zhou Jing's face suddenly sinking, Yu Mang asked, and he answered sternly.

"The child picked up by Zhou Jing is a little fox. He was raised by Zhou Jing and he is very doted on," he compared with his hands. "It's only about this tall, and he looks very cute. Zhou Jing brought him here to eat the noodles I made. .”

In just a few words, Yu Mang came to his senses.

This is not about anyone else.

It should be Tan Xiaobai who mentioned it, the child bride.

Zhou Jing has been raised in the palm of his hand, so why not bring him to his friends.

He was stabbed in the heart again, although he didn't understand how the child bride turned from a human into a fox again, but it didn't matter.

He glanced at Zhou Jing next to him.

Sure enough, Zhou Jing's expression was very complicated, and he stared at Tu Xin rather unkindly.

But Tuxin didn't notice.

He stared at Yu Mang for a while, then suddenly moved closer.

He looked at Yu Mang and murmured, "You also have blue eyes."

Yu Mang was taken aback and stepped back.

"I am," he was a little dazed, "what's the problem?"

"No," Tu Xin straightened up, with a light tone, "I just think of that little fox, who also has blue eyes. She is as beautiful as you."

After he finished speaking, he bowed his head and went to tidy up.

Only Yu Mang was left in a daze.

And Zhou Jing raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, he didn't know what to say.

This guy, Tu Xin, is really blind, and those eyes are just a decoration.

Although Yu Mang has grown up a lot, she hasn't changed that much.

Even though he was sitting in front of him, Tu Xin actually thought it was just the eyes, and firmly believed that Yu Mang was a little fox.

"Don't pay attention to him," Zhou Jing said to Yu Mang, "Hurry up and eat the noodles, and I'll take you to see something fun after eating."

Yu Mang responded.

But his speed of eating noodles slowed down. He lowered his head, couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, and asked casually, "When did you pick up a child, and you are still a little fox?"

His voice showed no flaws at all.

Even with a little smile.

If the teacher of the acting class was here, I'm afraid he would praise his talent.

But the hand he hid under the table was trembling slightly.

Zhou Jing didn't answer.

He stared at the pattern on the table, and his memory drifted a little far away for a moment.

More than ten years ago, he brought Yu Mang, who was still sitting on his arm, to eat noodles here, and what Yu Mang ordered was also a "spring".

At that time, Yu Mang was so attached to him that he would sit in his arms when eating noodles, and the crane demon would not give him a hug.

Originally, he wanted to show Yu Mang to Qinglong as well.

But before he went to show off to Qinglong, Yu Mang went back with his parents and never came back.

So Qinglong couldn't recognize who Yu Mang was.

But now, Yu Mang was sitting next to him, but asked him in a low voice, who was it that he picked up.

"A little monster I picked up by accident fell into my forest," Zhou Jing put away all the complicated emotions in his eyes, and whispered, "I raised him for several years, but he ran away with others and never came back."

Yu Mang clenched his chopsticks tightly.

He could hear that although Zhou Jing said it was taunting, the voice was clearly full of tenderness.

He glanced sideways at Zhou Jing, who happened to be looking at him too.

Jin Tong meets Lan Tong.

Like a full moon against the tide.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but for a moment, Yu Mang felt that he saw a trace of sadness in Zhou Jing's eyes.

But it was only a few seconds. Soon, Zhou Jing looked away again and chatted with Tu Xin about something else.

Yu Mang ate the bowl of noodles slowly.

In fact, he couldn't eat anymore, but he was embarrassed to let down Tu Xin's hard work, so he forced himself to eat it.

While eating, he listened to Zhou Jing chatting with Tu Xin, but his mind was not on it.

He remembered what Tan Xiaobai had told him, that Zhou Jing's "child bride" seemed to have been snatched away, and it took him a long time to find it.

But listen to what Zhou Jing said just now.

Even if he managed to find his "child bride-in-law", she no longer recognizes him.

This was good news for Yu Mang.

But when he thought of Zhou Jing's expression just now, he felt sad for a while.

He thought, how sad should Zhou Jing be at that time?

Because of this incident, he was still depressed until he left Tuxin's stall with Zhou Jing.

By the lake, there are many wooden houses scattered, where the last feathered people live.

Yuren is not a bird demon, but a monster that is no different from a human being, but has snow-white wings behind it.Yuren was weak and beautiful, but fortunately he was protected by Qinglong, so he settled down in Chaoyuyao City and made a living by selling the fabrics he spun.

Yu Mang originally just bought a few more bolts of cloth, planning to go back and make clothes for Ming Ming and his parents.

But when he was paying the bill, the beautiful Yuren looked at him again and again, and handed him a short piece of blue silk thread.

This Yuman was born dumb and couldn't speak, he only compared Yu Mang with his fingers, because he was so beautiful, even making gestures was like dancing with fingers.

Seeing Yu Mang's confused face, Zhou Jing helped him connect the thread.

"This feathered man wants to give you silk thread, which is hand-woven by them," Zhou Jing Dandan helped translate, "the feathered man has a custom of holding the silk thread in the hand of whoever he likes. He said he likes you , but he knows that he has no destiny with you, so he will send you a paragraph as a souvenir."

Following Zhou Jing's words, the feather man nodded desperately.

He was a very gentle young man with long, smooth black hair braided into a small braid.

Seeing Yu Mang looking at him in surprise, he even made a gesture of love on his heart with his hands.

Yu Mang was amused.

Instead of refusing, he accepted the thread, "Thank you."

When he was far away, Yu Mang looked back, and he saw that beautiful Yuren was still guarding his stall, watching him from a distance.

Yu Mang stroked the silk thread in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

Although Zhou Jing didn't regard such a weak Yuren as a rival in love, he still minded that Yu Mang was interested in others.

He calmly poured dirty water on the Yuren, "Don't think that this Yuren has deep affection for you, they sell silk thread wholesale, and give it to anyone who looks good."

But Yu Mang was not in the mood to listen to what Zhou Jing had to say.

He looked at this short piece of blue silk thread, which shone brightly under the moonlight, wrapped around his slender hand, like a small, silver-blue ring.

The man said that he had no destiny with him.

What about him and Zhou Jing?

Is it fate?

He looked up at Zhou Jing beside him.

They are both of mixed race, they were in a band by chance, and by accident, he received many favors from Zhou Jing, and the two became closer day by day.

What about "child brides-in-law"?

Not to mention true or false.

That little fox has already left, he chose not to have Zhou Jing himself, so why can't he try it.

Zhou Jing was still brooding and didn't respond, his face was stinky.

He thought suspiciously, although the feathered man is weak, he is good-looking and can act like a baby.

Yu Mang has never been in a relationship before, so she must be tempted by it.

But before he finished thinking, he felt a tightening on his fingers, as if something was being buckled.

He looked down and saw a thin silk thread fastened around his ring finger.

And the other part of the silk thread was held in Yu Mang's hands.

The moonlight is beautiful.

This silk thread is blue dyed with silver frost.

And Yu Mang's eyes are also this blue, like a sea under the moonlight that is hesitant to speak.

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Yuren: (Speaking in sign language) Heartbroken, I just gave you silk thread and you used it to set your husband

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By the way, these two days have been scorchingly hot in summer, but I’m as sleepy as if I’m going to hibernate. Recently, I’ve struggled with drowsiness while writing, and I have to wash my face with cold water, which is so painful.

It seems that I have returned to my childhood to make up my homework QAQ