Immortal Loves Cat Also

"How can you lend it to me?" Qingwu continued to ask.

"I won't lend it to you anyway. You have to find it yourself. If you find it, it's yours." Speaking of the last sentence, the monk paused, suddenly lowered his voice, and his tone was a little strange.

Qingwu didn't notice this. She stared at the monk and saw that the monk really wouldn't lend it to him easily. After that, she could only take a step back and hummed: "so, you admit that if the floating knife is with you, if I find it, if the floating knife is mine, you can't hinder me."

"Well, if the floating knife is there and you can find it, that's your ability, and I won't hinder you, but if you can't find it, don't cry and cheat in front of me."

The monk looked at the fish again and confirmed whether the fish was cooked.

"Well, you should remember what you say and keep your word!" Qingwu stands up and doesn't care where Ruofu Dao is. As long as she has these words from the monk, she can find Ruofu Dao openly in the future. She doesn't have to be afraid of being caught by the monk anymore. As for Wen Yue, Qingwu is very confident that he won't find her.

The monk stood up with the fish, waved his sleeves and put out the fire. "Well, I'm not going to lie to you."

Then he handed the grilled fish in his hand.

Qingwu thought about it carefully and found that for now, the monk had not deceived herself. She temporarily put down her heart, stretched out her hand to take the roast fish, and subconsciously exhaled to cool the temperature of the roast fish before eating.

The monk looked at her puffing her cheeks to blow the fish. Although it was not the first time to see it, there was still a strange flash in her eyes. He sipped his lips. He directly used his magic power to help her reduce the temperature of the roast fish.

"You don't need magic power. Are you a fool?"

Qingwu looked at him, looked at the roast fish, and then took a bite of the fish and said vaguely, "I didn't react." Every time, Wen Yue helped her. She watched Wen do more and forgot that she had magic.

"Such a silly cat, no wonder it failed." The monk shook his hand and walked to the small building.

Qingwu ate fish and didn't bother to argue with him. He walked into the small building and followed him to the second floor. There was a room on the second floor with a lot of medicinal materials. The monk sat down and slowly polished the medicine. Qingwu found a position next to him and watched him move.

"Are you helping Wen Yue grind medicine?" After eating the roast fish, Qingwu leaned back on the chair with a satisfied face.

The monk nodded.

Qingwu slightly twisted his eyebrows and was puzzled: "he looked like that. In addition to raising his heart pulse with spiritual power and dispersing sick Qi regularly, are these drugs really useful to him?"

"Very little." The monk said in a deep voice, "do you think he will get better if you dispel the disease for him more times?"

"I thought so before. Later, I heard you say that he was missing half of his soul. I knew I was wrong."

Missing half of the emotional soul, where is it to dispel the disease Qi for several times? One day he didn't find his half of his soul, then Wen Yue will never be good.

Qingwu knew this in her heart. She narrowed her eyes slightly and felt sleepy. But when she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly thought of something. She opened her eyes and looked at the monk with a mysterious face and asked, "do you say... Is that half of Wen Yue's missing soul on me? Otherwise, how can he have no feelings for others and just like me? "