Immortal Loves Cat Also

At this moment, Qingwu's pupils narrowed fiercely, and no sound could be heard in his ears. What kept ringing in his mind was the sentence after the monk paused.

Alone, there is no soul... The monk said, civet... Should have no soul.

But she clearly has a complete soul

"Impossible..." Qingwu shook her head slightly. As soon as she opened her mouth, she found that her voice was hoarse and terrible. Her eyes were red and her body was tight. "The less warm, the less half of the emotional soul, but I am a complete emotional soul, even if... Even if I shouldn't have emotional soul, it has nothing to do with the more warm!"

"Yes or no, you'll know when you go to the ghost world." The monk didn't argue with her much. He just said a word indifferently, turned his back, and seemed unwilling to say more with her.

Qingwu didn't know when to leave. The monk stood still for a long time until a figure shook not far behind him.

"Is she really just a civet?" Duan Ziling's eyes flashed slightly and didn't dare to approach.

The monk turned his back to her and didn't mean to turn around or answer.

But Duan Ziling seemed to have got the answer he wanted. His face changed a few times, and he said to himself, "I said how familiar her breath is... Ah Yue is for her..."

"Who she is has nothing to do with you. As long as you know, if you dare to touch her, I will disturb your whole East China Sea." The monk interrupted her coldly. As soon as the voice fell, the sleeve robe was thrown away, and a black Lingli threw Duan Ziling out of the bamboo forest.

Duan Ziling stumbled for several steps before stabilizing her body outside the bamboo forest. She reached out and wiped the blood on her lips. She looked at the bamboo forest in fear. She didn't know what she was thinking. She shook her head and whispered, "what her father said will never be wrong. As long as ah Yue doesn't blame, there will be nothing in the East China Sea..."

It seemed that this sentence reassured her a lot. She restrained her look and left here calmly.

After leaving the bamboo forest, Qingwu didn't go back to Wenyue. She ran out of the villa and ran around Ruofu mountain for several times. The red color in the bottom of her eyes retreated.

The master never told her that civet actually has no soul.

If the other half of Wen Yue's emotional soul is on her, where does the extra half of her emotional soul come from? This alone made Qingwu not know whether to believe the monk's words for a moment.

She turned into a body and lay on the edge of the cliff when she first climbed Ruofu mountain. She began to think of it from the longest time in her memory and has been lying on the ground for several days.

I don't know if it was the monk and ah Feng who said something. None of them came here to find her.

On that night, little dot suddenly appeared on the edge of the cliff with a worried face, "Lord Qingwu, something happened to Wen Yue!"

"What are you talking about?!" Qingwu jumped up and turned into a human. Before Xiaobu's answer, she had left the cliff and went to the villa.

In the blink of an eye, she had entered Wenyue's yard.

"Wen Yue!" Qingwu ran into Wenyue's house while shouting Wenyue. At a glance, he saw Duan Ziling sitting at the head of Wenyue's bed.

Duan Ziling looked anxious. When she came in, she took the initiative to stand up and said to her, "I know you are a civet. Your spiritual power is the purest. You can save him."

Qingwu pressed down the astringency of his heart and turned to look at the temperature on the bed.

At a glance, it can be seen that the disease Qi in Wenyue's body has relapsed again, and I don't know why. This time it seems to be particularly turbulent. If it wasn't for a spiritual force to protect Wenyue's heart pulse, I'm afraid Wenyue couldn't wait for Qingwu to come back at all.

And that psychic power is strange.