After the body double failed, he became a fan of the world of comprehension

Chapter 23 Secret Weapon
The little black cat devoured it voraciously, and the bowl of broth was enough.

It even licked the bowl shiny, not a single stain.

The little black cat who was washing the dishes indirectly did not recall what he had done until he hiccupped.

The cat face is all lost!

The little black cat lowered its head and fell into deep thought.

Obviously he wanted to scratch her, why did he eat the food she cooked so naturally?

Cats don't understand.

"Rubbed on the face."

There was a warm feeling on his cheeks, and the little black cat suddenly realized that Qiao Wan had come in front of him.

The bright face suddenly magnified in front of his eyes, and the little black cat subconsciously took two steps back.

The face of the little black cat, which has never been so close to the opposite sex, is hot. At this moment, it is very grateful that it has black hair as a cover.

Qiao Wan didn't seem to notice Xiao Hei's strangeness, carefully wiped the soup off his face, looked at it with bright eyes, and smiled like a flower.

The little black cat stretched out its paws, just about to scratch the back of her hand, but for some reason, the sharp claws could not be stretched out no matter what, and finally just carefully touched Qiao Wan's hand with the pad of flesh.

"Why is the little black pad also black?" Qiao Wan chuckled, raised her hand to pinch Xiao Hei's pad, her eyes were soft.

"Xiao Hei, this will be your home in the future." Qiao Wan looked up out of the window, and said softly, "You can't go out in the next few days. When you recover from your injury, I will take care of you." You play."

The little black cat sat on the bed and stretched out its paws calmly upon hearing the words.

Speaking of this place, it is probably more familiar than her.

"Wait for me obediently." Qiao Wan raised her hand and scratched the little guy's chin, her voice became softer.

The little black cat sensed Qiao Wan's kindness and purred uncontrollably.

Shame on cats!

That's not the sound a beast should make.

But what surprised the little black cat the most was that it didn't want her to go for a moment.

On her body, it can feel the warmth that it has never felt before.

Qiao Wan walked out of the room with the soup bowl in her hand. The little black cat watched her back, and when she heard the door closing, she relaxed her vigilance, stretched casually, and was about to jump out the window.

On this day, it was just a dream.

The word "warmth" does not belong to it.

The little black cat was in a jumping position, ready to get off the wooden bed, but as soon as it jumped up, it was shot back by an invisible barrier.

The little black cat fell on the bed, and the soft mattress bounced it up, revealing a dazed cat face.

What the hell is that?

The little black cat walked to the bed suspiciously, raised its paws to stick them, and a barrier loomed.

To the north, how is it an enchantment!
The little black cat has completely lost its spiritual power at the moment, if not for this, the barrier set by a golden core is not enough to be its master.

A little black figure sat by the bed in despair, and the cat's head never lifted up.

It regrets, it hates!
For the sake of the Crimson Pearl Spirit Grass, it singled out the two great monsters who were at the peak of the Distraction Realm. It was defeated, and its spiritual power was taken away.

The little black cat exhaled lightly through its nose, and slowly shook its head.

My cat, I was almost beaten to death today.
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Song Zhuqing sat by the bed, staring at the bamboo flute on the bed and the clothes that had been washed until they were pale and covered with patches.

Did he really choose the right one?
"Little brother, have you rested?"

Before Song Zhuqing felt sorry for himself, Qiao Wan's crisp voice sounded outside the door.

"Not yet." Song Zhuqing blushed suddenly, stuffed her clothes under the quilt, casually put the bamboo flute beside the pillow, got up and opened the door.

Qiao Wan stepped into the room, looked at Song Zhuqing's flushed face, raised her lips and smiled, "Don't be nervous, I'm just here to see you and talk to you about something else."

"If there is something to do, just let the little sister tell you." Song Zhuqing lowered his head, and his ears were also stained with a trace of red tide.

He still can't look directly into the eyes of the opposite sex.

"What do you think about the trial in the secret realm?" Qiao Wan naturally sat on the wooden bench in the middle of the room, put her hands on the table, and looked at Song Zhuqing with a smile.

"Me?" Song Zhuqing pointed at himself in surprise, with a flattered expression on his face, "I'm just the youngest disciple in the sect, how do you think about it?"

"That's wrong." Qiao Wan shook her head and smiled sweetly, "The sect needs everyone's strength to survive in this world. As a member of the sect, you naturally have the right to speak."

Song Zhuqing paused slightly when he heard the words, and said slowly, "I don't know about the other side, but I have heard about this Qingyun Mountain."

"I heard that Qingyun Mountain is the Beast Controlling Sect. They recruited a young man from our village in three years." Song Zhuqing pursed her thin lips and continued, "After that young man returned to the village, he always had many scratches and bite marks on his body."

"So, what do you suspect?" Qiao Wan raised her eyes to Song Zhuqing and asked in a low voice.

"Sect of the Beast Controlling Sect, I heard that the spirit beasts in the sect are very close relatives, and there are very few incidents of madness and hurting others." Song Zhuqing lowered his voice, his face was full of dignity, "And that young man is only an outer sect, and he hurts everyone." Be like that, I."

"You suspect that Qingyun Mountain abused beasts?" Qiao Wan frowned and asked in a low voice.

Song Zhuqing was silent for a while, then nodded slowly.

Qiao Wan pursed her pink lips tightly, her eyes flashed, and she asked softly, "Which one else is in the Beast Controlling Sect?"

"Hidden Mountain." Song Zhuqing knew a little about the thirty sects, and immediately replied, "Last year in the Immortal Sect Grand Competition, Yinshan ranked ninth, so it's also on the list."

"One number nine, one No. 20 nine." Qiao Wan tapped the table rhythmically with her fingertips, her eyes darkened, "If Qingyun Mountain is really cruel to beasts, Yinshan might not mind taking it into the bag."

"So, little senior sister, what exactly should the four of us do?" Song Zhuqing had no idea about the trial five days later. The trial in the secret realm was imminent, but they couldn't agree on a tactic, so they couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

"Don't panic." Qiao Wan tore off the storage bag at her waist with her small hands, untied the bag, and groped for something inside.

After a while, he took out a long box from the storage bag and handed it to Song Zhuqing.

"Don't look at it now. Wait for me on the top of the back mountain at noon tonight." Qiao Wan winked at him and smiled softly, "You are the secret weapon in our team."

Song Zhuqing looked at the beautiful figure who was leaving, the hand holding the box was tight and tight, and the fingertips were faintly white.

What does the young lady mean?
He's the... secret weapon?
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Mochizuki back mountain

The stars are dotted, the night wind is slightly cold, and the atmosphere is surprisingly quiet.

Now that the time has passed, Song Zhuqing thinks over and over again, and still definitely comes to the appointment of the little senior sister.

Song Zhuqing was holding the long box and standing on the top of the back mountain, with the night wind blowing by his ears, it was indescribably weird.

The boy swallowed his saliva, wanted to run but was afraid that the little senior sister would not find him, so he stood there fearfully, not daring to move.

(End of this chapter)