Ling Xingyue's hearing was so sharp that she could even hear the sound of Lan Keman choking slightly because she was in a hurry to swallow and didn't have time to drink the sweet wine. She couldn't help but feel funny and distressed at the same time.

The people of this dynasty are really strange. Girls cannot swallow their meals in large gulps, but must chew them slowly. This makes it difficult for a growing girl like Lan Keman to develop properly.

Thinking of this, Ling Xingyue decided to use his civet's acumen and speed to sneak in some of Keman's favorite food every day. He was reluctant to let his little girl go hungry every afternoon.

After a while, Lan Keman finally finished eating in a hurry. She came out of the door with her head lowered and a little embarrassed, and nodded to Ling Xingyue, which meant that she had finished eating.

Ling Xingyue suddenly grabbed one of her soft and thin wrists, pulled her forward, and gently wiped away a little sweetness from the corner of her mouth.

Then he let go of her, looked at her shy expression, smiled softly, took the jade porcelain bottle back from Lan Keman's hand, and said softly to her:

"Aren't you afraid of being discovered by academics when you run around with this thing?

Give it to me quickly, I will send it out quietly now without being discovered."

Lan Keman nodded. He was so anxious just now that he almost violated the school's rule not to bring any food, food or drink into the school.

Ling Xingyue motioned to Lan Keman to stop at the door, but she moved elegantly and swiftly to Lan Keman's desk.

Lifting up Lan Keman's book box, she pulled open the top of the book box, and as expected, she found that Lan Keman had placed the neatly folded piece of paper wrapped in flesh into a rough pen holder.

Ling Xingyue quickly took a look outside the window, stretched out her hand to take it out, and then walked out of the door, walking toward the college gate with the two items that were likely to be discovered and cause Keman to be punished.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to remind Lan Keman with a nod, and seemed to say:

"Don't worry about anything, I will take care of everything!"

When Ling Xingyue was completely placed and returned over the wall, he happened to find that all the students had returned talking to each other, especially Si Tu's figure in the distance was particularly clear.

Ling Xingyue felt very uncomfortable whenever she saw this thought, especially when she saw him casually pulling Lan Keman's little hand, she felt even more uncomfortable and even a little angry.

He still wished he could go over and pull that offending hand away, but he finally resisted.

It was just a thought, he didn't want to make Lan Keman angry.

Later, he was also surprised and slightly annoyed to discover:

A majestic Civet King who has been practicing for over a hundred years and possesses the strength of a spiritual bamboo, is actually afraid of this little girl who is more than a head shorter than him.

Alas! What a little shame for the civet world!

But he couldn't control himself. When the girl frowned, he was so frightened that he quickly tried to make her laugh;

As soon as the girl scolded him, he was so frightened that he wanted to apologize quickly;

As soon as the girl refused to hug her after eating, he was so frightened that he quickly tried every possible means to find food for her regardless of his status. He even volunteered to be a follower and even looked out for her;

But all of this was because he wanted to see her gorgeous smile.

That smile was like three thousand flowers blooming at the same time, and the clear lake water rippled gently. He has always been deeply intoxicated by it:

At that time before time travel, he was still a civet. Civet training is a hurdle every ninety-nine and eighty-one years. If you break through, you can make further progress; if you go too far, your achievements will fall short, and you may even lose your life.

And because he had the help of Lingzhu's thousand-year spiritual wisdom, his leap years were much faster each time.

Autumn grass grows strangely every year, the sun sets among the bamboos every day, the clouds are misty and the water is vast. Hundreds of years fly by in the blink of an eye, and in this short period of a hundred years, he has already made the third leap!

However, such rashness also increases the risk of him going crazy.

Just like this, during a practice, due to improper practice and improper use of the full moon, some went crazy. As a result, except for the tail and head, which could still move slowly, other parts were numb and painful and unable to move.

He wanted to try his best to crawl to a safer place to avoid the wild dogs or even ferocious night cats in the deep park from taking advantage of his paralysis and killing him. Then he would get more than just a simple injury.

It is more likely that there are no bones left, their internal organs are devoured by them, and they die in pain!

But no matter how hard he tried, he could only move less than a foot away, even with his tail rubbing and causing traces of blood.

Seeing the setting sun slowly setting in the west, the anxious civet let out a long roar, and a layer of mist slowly formed in the corners of its eyes.

He knew that he was likely to die that night, because he had been in the wild for nearly a hundred years and was very aware of the seemingly peaceful but actually cruel and violent wild living environment.

He often saw weak kittens with ruptured stomachs and even torn necks, or some relatively weak kittens and puppies, and even some cats and dogs that had just been abandoned by their owners, were chased and surrounded, and finally died tragically in a corner.

Not to mention some cruel cat dealers and dog dealers. Every once in a while, late at night, when people are unprepared, they sneak into the park with hunting equipment, hoping to kill them all one by one.

Then it is sent to illegal restaurants and made into minced meat, which is then used as pork filling and chicken filling and then eaten into the mouths of unsuspecting people.

The civet cat murmured again, saying in its heart:

"I'm going to find you! Father!"

"I'm sorry, mother, I can't fulfill the hope of cultivation that you gave me by losing your life!"

The civet slowly closed its eyes and followed God's will!

If God wants me to be born, I will be born!

If God wants me to die, I will die!

"Kitten, what's wrong with you? Ah! Your tail is bleeding!"

A fragrance that was like cold dew but warmer than cold dew slowly surrounded me.

Then the civet felt a pair of soft and slender little hands gently pick him up, and then gently put him into his arms.

The cold civet that was soaked by the cold ground immediately felt warm and cozy, and its limbs no longer seemed so numb and painful.

The civet managed to raise his head, and he saw an extremely beautiful girl's face appearing very close to him.

Even the girl's thick, curly long eyelashes were clearly visible.

Those eyes were full of distress and warmth, shining with the soft light of the stars at night.

But in the eyes of the injured civet, the light was more brilliant and dazzling than the blazing sun at noon.

He felt that somewhere in his heart had sunk deeply.

Maybe it's because of the gentle inquiry, maybe it's because of the gentle touch, maybe it's because of the warm embrace, maybe it's because of the cold dew breath, or maybe it's because of that overly beautiful face.

The civet couldn't tell clearly, but he rested his head gently in the small and weak arms with peace of mind.
Chapter completed!