He's super fierce and super cute [Quick Transmigration]

Beyond Cangzhou.

Suzhou, one hundred and eight thousand miles away from Cangzhou, is a place where monks and mortals live together. Of course, the monks here are generally low-level, and there is not even a serious sect nearby.

In Qingshui Town, Suzhou, a young man came recently.

The young man was very embarrassed when he first arrived, his body was covered in blood, he wore a bamboo hat on his head, covering his face, and he held a small cat in his arms. He looked like a baby. Not even a glance.

A simple local person immediately stepped forward and asked, "Little brother, what do you need for help?"

The young man covered the cat in his arms full of hostility, and said coldly, "No need."

Later the young man bought the largest house in the town.

The house had been vacant because of a bloody case before and it was rumored to be haunted. The boss heard that the young man wanted to buy it, so he sold it at a low price without further ado.

"Young man, do you really want to buy this house? This house is haunted!" Seeing this, a well-meaning person couldn't help reminding him.

The owner of the house immediately drove the person away, fearing that the young man would repent, so he hastily put the money back into the purse.

This young man is Qing Xuan.

Qingxuan didn't say much, hugged the cat silently, and stepped into a home that he hadn't set foot in for decades.

The breath of the cat in his arms was so weak that he could barely detect it.

If he had been slower at that time, Wuji would have died under the thunder calamity.

He tidied up the room, then gently placed Wuji on the couch, his eyes fell deeply on its small body.

He reached out and touched its head, and then slid it to the neck. He could kill Wuji immediately and give an explanation to the case of Xu's extermination of the family 50 years ago.

But he didn't do that.

He lightly touched its soft ear tips with his fingertips.

In his sleep, the tips of Wuji's ears trembled slightly, very cute.

Unknowingly, this person has walked into his heart.

No matter how much he hated and loathed him, he couldn't just watch this person die in front of him.

In a flash, March has passed.

Qingxuan has lived here for three months, but Wuji hasn't woken up yet, perhaps because the damage caused by the previous thunder disaster was so great that he fell into a long-term coma.

Qingxuan went out with a bamboo hat. He would go out at the same time every day, and the neighbors around him had already seen it. No one knew what he was doing.

Qingxuan searched for the elixir on the mountain for a day, and when he came back at night, it was already dark.

Finding medicine and refining medicine has become his daily routine, in order to make Wuji wake up earlier.

Qingxuan couldn't tell what kind of feeling he had in his heart, did he hate Wuji?Hate, hated him for 40 years.Do you love Promise?It seems to be love... Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken such a big risk to take him away from so many righteous people.

If Wuji didn't wake up, he would be in a state of anxiety all day long.

But when he woke up, what would Qingxuan do?Against all odds, stay with Wuji?He didn't seem to be able to do it calmly.Killed Wuji?It is even more impossible.

Qingxuan didn't think about the future, the boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge, and one day is one day.

Qingxuan pushed open the door and threw the basket on his back on the ground, where a lot of herbs had been collected.

The reason why Qingxuan goes to collect herbs every day is to refine elixir for Wuji.

He stepped forward, gently hugged the cat into his arms as usual, picked up the towel and wiped the dirt on its fur carefully.

This is what Qingxuan does every day.

And Wuji in a coma was also unusually well-behaved, lying softly in its embrace, motionless, allowing him to fiddle with it.

Just when Qingxuan finished cleaning Wuji's body and wanted to put it back.

The cat in his arms twitched unexpectedly, and then slowly opened his eyes.

The dark eyes showed a little confusion, and the gaze when looking at Qingxuan was strange.

Qingxuan's heart sank heavily.

"Meow." The cat called out to him.

Qingxuan reached out and tried to touch its face.

His fingertips trembled abnormally, obviously he would touch it every day, but today, for some reason, he didn't dare.

"You..." Qingxuan said in astonishment, his voice was extremely hoarse.

Since coming to Suzhou, Qingxuan hasn't spoken to anyone for a long time, and walks alone every day, taking care of cats is his only pleasure.

The cat tilted its head in confusion, and yelled at him again. Its eyes were simple and pure, as if it didn't recognize Qingxuan in front of it.

In fact, the cat really didn't know each other.

It didn't wait for Qingxuan's fingertips to fall on its head, and then jumped off Qingxuan's body.

Qingxuan was startled, "Wuji!"

The cat doesn't understand, Wuji?Who is Wuji?

Qingxuan stepped forward, trying to grab it back into his arms, but the little guy avoided it all of a sudden.

It walked up to the basket, stretched out its little feet and touched the basket with a puzzled face.

The wobbly basket seemed to make it feel interesting, and the little paw poked the basket again and again.

Until finally the basket fell down with a crash, and the herbs were scattered all over the ground.

The cat stepped forward and smelled the herbs, then immediately looked away in disgust, and took a few steps back.

Qingxuan's heart tightened with cat's cute and naive appearance.

"Wuji, don't you remember me?" Qing Xuan's voice trembled slightly.

The cat ignored his words, and walked outside over the herbs in that field.

Under the silvery moonlight, the empty mansion looked a little gloomy, with no grass growing in the yard, and a faint smell of blood could be smelled.

Qingxuan stepped forward, with Wuji's appearance, he clearly didn't remember anything.

Qingxuan's expression was complicated, maybe it was a good thing for him and Wuji.

The cat looked at the moon, but Qingxuan looked at the cat, a very beautiful and peaceful scene.

Until the little guy in front of him yelled crisply at him, "Meow."

"Are you hungry?" Qing Xuan asked.

Wuji really wanted to nod, but he held back, he was pretending to have amnesia, but he didn't actually have amnesia.

He knew that Qingxuan was at a loss and didn't want to embarrass him, so he could give him time to think about it all.

Compared with Wuji, Qingxuan and Dahei get along more naturally.

So he showed a look of amnesia and ignorance, trying to break down Qingxuan's defense little by little. One day, Qingxuan will forget the past and be with him.

"Meow." Yes, I'm hungry.It raised its head, and its golden eyes looked at the person in front of it without blinking.

This is the first time Wuji looked at him like this after waking up.

Qingxuan has really changed a lot. The moon-white monk robe he used to wear has been replaced by a plain white gown. A short layer of black hair has grown on his head. The beard on his chin may not have been cleaned for a long time, and his face is haggard. It's amazing.

This is not the master Qingxuan in his impression, the master Qingxuan in his heart has always been proud and glamorous, why has he ever been like this... downcast?

Wuji's heart throbbed in pain, and he was very uncomfortable. If he could, he would love this man with all he had.

Qingxuan has already gone to cook for it.

As for Wuji, he took advantage of this to walk around the house, the house was really lonely, there was no third living creature except him and Qingxuan.

When he noticed the tablet on the top of the ancestral hall, Wuji was stunned.

Xu Congzhou, this is the Xu family, the Xu family that was rumored to be exterminated by the Demon Sect, Qingxuan actually brought it back to the Xu family.

Wuji's heart is very complicated. All the grievances between him and Qingxuan originated from this Xu family.

He suddenly missed Qingxuan a little bit.

I want to ask him why he brought me here, and I want to know what he thinks.

He turned around and returned to his residence step by step.

The man had already prepared a meal for him, and there were four dishes and one soup on the table, which was still very light.

Qingxuan waved at him, "Wu... Dahei, come here."

Dahei walked over, the food was delicious, but it only took two mouthfuls and didn't move anymore, one was not in the mood, and the other was afraid that Qingxuan would see the clue.

He jumped off the table, walked to the corner, rolled himself into a small ball, and fell asleep like that.

Qingxuan was stunned, and the small figure of the cat curled up in the corner, looking pitiful.

He stared at the food on the table in a daze, and for some reason, an unspeakable sense of loss surged up in his heart.

He should be relieved that Wuji no longer had any memories of the past, but he felt inexplicably irritated, as Wuji didn't even seem to remember him.

He stepped forward, trying to carry the cat back to the bed.

The cat opened its eyes and looked at him warily and distantly.

Qingxuan's movements stopped immediately.

He smiled wryly, "Forget it." Then he took the blanket on the bed and gently covered the cat.

Suzhou is near the water, and the dew is deeper.

After Wuji rested, he always dreamed of the day of crossing the catastrophe in his sleep.

He dreamed that Qingxuan didn't come that day, but he died directly under the thunder disaster, with no bones left.

I dreamed that the whole sect was mourning, and that day Qingxuan led people to wash the demon sect with blood.

Wuji in his sleep uttered a low cry of pain, his little furry face wrinkled uneasily.

Qingxuan was awakened by the movement, noticed this scene, stepped forward, and gently stroked the cat's back.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Mao'er's trembling body slowly relaxed, and the heart hanging in his heart also slowly relaxed.

The cat must have had a dream. What did it dream about?To make it so painful, it should be him, Qingxuan thought with self-knowledge.

The next morning, when Wuji woke up, he found himself lying on the bed.

Last night Qingxuan hugged him to the bed, but he didn't notice it at all. He recovered too slowly. In the past, he should have noticed the moment Qingxuan woke up.

The physical wear and tear is too heavy, and Lei Jie is too powerful. It will take a long time to fully recover.

"Are you awake? Come over for breakfast." Wuji's hoarse voice came from the side, very pleasant.

Wuji turned his head subconsciously, Qingxuan had already cleaned up, and the stubble that had grown out had also been cleaned up, but his face was still very pale. The thunder disaster should have done him a lot of damage.

Qingxuan didn't dare to hug Wuji, the cat in front of him seemed too alienated and indifferent.

He put the breakfast on the table in front of Wuji one by one, and then went out with a basket on his back.

Wuji ate the breakfast in front of him bit by bit, he couldn't help it, he wanted to kiss Qingxuan crazily, wanted to hug him and make love with him.

On this day, when Qingxuan came back at night, he didn't see the cat at home.

A huge panic rose in Qingxuan's heart. He dropped the bamboo basket and searched almost the entire house. No, there was no trace of the cat.

He went out, but he searched almost the whole of Qingshui Town, but he didn't see his cat. He didn't know how he got home.

"Young man, seeing that you are in such a hurry, did you lose something?" the kind neighbor asked.

"Have you seen my cat?" Qingxuan asked in a daze.

"Cat? Is it black? I saw a black cat running out of your house during the day. A monk came to the town today, and the cat seemed to have followed the monk."

The author has something to say:

Wuji: I like monks the most!

Qingxuan, who has already returned to vulgarity: ... heartbroken

Thank you [Qinyuan Chunyang] Landmine X1