sinovels Chapter 108
Chapter 108
Song Xianzhi took the cub over and put it in his arms and rubbed it. After a while, he saw the breath around it settle down, nestling quietly in the crescent of his neck.
One person and one cub soaked until it was dark.
Xiao Hao is already busy in the kitchen. In the past few months, he has studied under Song Xianzhi, and his cooking skills have improved greatly, and he has almost replaced Song Xianzhi.
Orange lights were lit in the yard, and they were placed from under the eaves to the gate of the yard. There was a mess of snow sculptures on the ground, all of which were stained with a temperature that did not belong to winter.
On the ground where the blood was exhausted, a large carved copper plate was placed, and a bright red charcoal fire was burning inside.
On top of the charcoal fire, there was a round table with steaming meals, surrounded by noisy people.
When Guan Er saw Song Xianzhi coming, he raised his hands and called cheerfully, "Song Song, sit next to me!"
Song Xianzhi smiled and carried Zai Zai in the past, fiery red fell into his eyes, and asked Xiao Hao beside him: "Duo Duo, why didn't you come back with you?"
Xiao Hao stood up and served soup for everyone: "He said something, come back later."
Song Xianzhi was thoughtful, and at the same time sighed, the child is really grown up, and now he still has his own little secret.
After the meal, he told everyone that he would be away for a while, but he didn't say that he was going out to do missions to earn spirit stones, only that it was a mission sent by Danfeng and he had to go.
The others didn't have any objections, except that Guan Er had been pestering him for a long time, insisting that Song Xianzhi take him with him, saying that he would be bored to death if he stayed on the mountain alone, and for this reason he lost a lot of golden beans.
Song Xianzhi had no choice but to tell him that Zhou Xian would also go with him and it would be inconvenient for him to bring other people, so Guan Er gave up.
Anyway, the people of Danfeng don't come to the top of the mountain once every 100 years, so it's perfect to use them as a shield.
On this day, there was no snow falling in the Qinghe Sect. The sun was very strong during the day, the snow had melted a little, and it was a little cold at night.
A young disciple wearing a dark blue student uniform came out of the dining hall and walked back slowly.
Humming a brisk tune, he quickly twirled a yellow token with his fingertips, and stepped on the snow color all the way into the dark corner.
However, what he didn't know was that someone was already watching him at this very moment.
The farther away from the dining hall, the fewer people there are. In the end, the surroundings became surprisingly quiet.
Seeing that the disciple finally realized something was wrong, his pace also quickened a lot.
The snow was creaked by his boots, and before he knew it, there was another sound of footsteps stepping on the snow. The disciple finally felt scared, and looked back while running, but there was nothing behind him.
Looking again, there was indeed no one, he suddenly felt that he should be making a fuss over a molehill and being suspicious, he was relieved, but when he turned his head again, a dim figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
The disciple screamed in fright, and fell to the ground, but when he took a closer look, the person standing in front of him turned out to be a kid in his early ten years.
The child ignored his abuse, stood with his backlit, with a weird smile that didn't fit his age, and said coldly: "Hand over the token, and I won't kill you."
The disciple was taken aback when he heard the words, and quickly hugged the token tightly in his arms, and stuck his neck: "Where did you come from, you little brat, will you give it to me if you say it!"
Shen Duo's smile was even stronger, but there was no warmth, and he pulled out a sharp hand halberd from his waist: "I'll say it again, give it to me."
The disciple was a little flustered, but felt that he really shouldn't be afraid of a child, so he opened his mouth to refute.
But before he could open his mouth, the halberd that was glowing with cold light mercilessly swiped over, piercing the hand holding the token a finger deep, and breaking the tendons in his hand.The warm blood, together with the token, was sprinkled on the snow, scalding the snow into reddish ice crystals.
The disciple immediately folded his hands, tears poured out of pain, and he was about to run, but Shen Duo stepped on his head.
The child's exhaled breath seemed to be icy cold, and it was not inferior in this scorching winter sun.
Grinding it vigorously under his feet, he warned coldly: "Next time if you dare to covet senior brother again, I will chop you up and feed it to the dogs."
Gritting his teeth in this sentence, the disciple had no choice but to believe it, and nodded repeatedly, rubbing his face on the ground.
Shen Duo stomped a few more times in frustration, and then let him go.
He dared to get his senior brother's idea and let him live by himself, but it was because of the strict law enforcement of the sect. If he was found out, it would damage his image in the senior brother's heart.
Those senior brothers who bullied and humiliated them before have all died, and it will be the same in the future.
Shen Duo clenched the token in his hand, stuffed it into his bosom, picked up his schoolbag from the base of the wall, put it on his back, obediently pulled the shoulder strap with both hands, and walked back unhurriedly.
On the second day, Song Xianzhi went down the mountain without much delay.
Before leaving, Duoduo, who had always been clinging to him, let him go obediently, and even packed his bags very sensiblely.
Although Song Xianzhi thought it was strange, he didn't think too much about it. After all, it was pretty good, and it was better than the picture of Guan Er, an old man, crying there.
When he arrived at Wangshan Town at the foot of the mountain, the first thing Song Xianzhi did was to find someone to rent a small spirit boat.
Yunguo is far away from the three major realms, and it takes about three days to travel day and night. If it is Yujian, even an iron-clad monk will not be able to bear it.
The flying boat is only the size of an ordinary carriage, it is self-driving, and it also has a small kitchen, which is very convenient.
Song Xianzhi managed to get himself some food and wine, satiated himself on the deck while watching the scenery while basking in the sun, and fell asleep unconsciously.
At noon, a thin burst of crying suddenly came, faint, veiled, very strange.
Song Xianzhi was a light sleeper at first, but was awakened by the crying.
He sat up abruptly, vigilantly checked all the corners of the spirit boat, big and small, and finally found Shen Duo secretly wiping tears behind the water tank in the small kitchen.
Song Xianzhi, who had already drawn his sword and was about to fight: "..."
This is really, pepper in the neighbor's house, numb the next door...
This little brat, when did he catch up!She was so obedient when she couldn't manage to leave, so she was thinking about it behind her back!
Moreover, why does this picture seem familiar...
Shen Duo's eyes were red, and he was rubbing them with his fists. When he saw Song Lianzhi, the crying that was originally contained in his throat burst out like a gate, and he plunged into his arms, feeling wronged. Qu pressed his tears on the lapel of his clothes, avoiding the serious and light: "Brother...you are so hungry..."
Song Xianzhi tore him off, and the tiger's mouth stuck his armpit:
"_,"
Shen Duo: ('?︿?');
"Brother-"
hungry...
Song Xianzhi couldn't bear to hold his forehead, but in the end his heart softened, and he cooked food for others first, but his expression was still cold.
"After eating, I'll take you back."
When Shen Duo, who was drinking soup, heard this, he immediately made the best use of everything, and expelled all the water vapor he had just absorbed from his eye sockets: "Senior brother..."