The little cousin of the group is actually a genius in cultivating immortals

Snowflakes fluttered down, covering the entire cemetery, giving this quiet place a layer of white coat.

Zhao Wenting stopped in front of the tombstone and gently brushed away the snow on it, revealing his mother's name and date of birth and death. The little white fox lying on his shoulder opened its squinting eyes lazily and looked at the information on the tombstone.

Zhao Wenting squatted down, placed the beautifully wrapped bouquet in front of the tombstone, and then silently stared at the words carved on the stone. He took out a slightly yellowed photo of a mother and child from his coat pocket. The woman in the photo had a warm smile and the child was innocently nestled in the woman's arms. Looking at this photo seemed to dispel the icy cold around him.

[Is this his mother? She is a great beauty, but in the few known life scripts, there is no mention of Zhao Wenting's mother. ]

The little fox lying on his shoulder looked at his silent profile, and the breath he exhaled in the cold air condensed into white mist.

[He went out in such a cold weather. I guess he missed her so much that he did that.]

At this moment, Mo Mo realized that this man who always gave people a sense of alienation actually had emotions.

After the worship, Zhao Wenting did not leave immediately. He sat beside the tombstone, quietly looking at the snowy scene around him, as if he had a lot on his mind. After a while, he stood up, bowed to his mother's tombstone again, and then slowly left the cemetery.

His figure walked farther and farther away in the snow, leaving behind a trail of deep footprints. The little white fox lying on his shoulder twisted its body and turned to look at the road he had walked. The footprints he had left sparkled with a tiny light, flickering in the sunlight.

Zhao Wenting was resting that day. After returning from the cemetery, he did not deal with the endless work as usual, nor did he go to drink with his good brothers like he did on his usual days off. He just lay on the sofa with his eyes open.

【What's up with him? 】

The little white fox playing nearby sensed that he was in a different mood than usual, so he moved closer to sniff him.

[Perhaps, he missed his mother.]

Thinking of this, the little white fox came and lay down beside him, quietly accompanying him in a daze.

When the little white fox woke up, he found himself lying on a man's solid chest, which scared the little white fox.

[No? I…how did I get into someone else's bed? ]

At this moment, Mo Mo was glad that he was just the prototype of the little white fox, otherwise he would have been embarrassed to carve out a three-bedroom and one-living-room apartment on the spot.

"Su Daji, don't move! If you move again, I'll bite your ear. Stay with me and sleep for a while."

Zhao Wenting, who was half asleep and half awake, did not open his eyes, but he felt that the little white fox in his arms had woken up. Zhao Wenting, who completely treated this little fox as a pet, had no idea what it was thinking. He just wanted to have a good sleep.

[Okay, you are the boss, you have the final say.]

The little white fox was tightly imprisoned and couldn't move at all, and Mo Mo, the little white fox, quickly put aside his psychological burden and treated himself as a very obedient pet, quietly accompanying him to continue sleeping.

On this day every year, Zhao Wenting would give the servants in the villa a holiday, as if he had deliberately sent everyone away so that he could spend the whole day missing his deceased mother.

The little white fox looked at the canned porridge in the small bowl, leaned over to smell it, then looked up at Zhao Wenting, showing no intention of eating it.

[What? You sent everyone away, and you let me eat this with you? ]

"What? Is it not tasty? No one cooked today, so we'll just eat something." As if he understood the little white fox's eye signal, Zhao Wenting gave a brief explanation and then pushed the small bowl to the little white fox's feet.

The little white fox came closer and sniffed it, but still had no intention of eating it.

So Zhao Wenting got up and went into the kitchen. He used the existing ingredients and tools in the refrigerator to make another delicious seafood risotto.

The little white fox then began to eat with relish.

Zhao Wenting reached out and touched its soft fur, and smiled: "Little thing, you've been staying with me for a long time, and you've become more and more picky about food."

[No, I just wanted to survive in the first few days, so I wasn’t picky. I’ve eaten all kinds of delicacies in the Yan family, really!]

Mo Mo, the little white fox, complained in his heart, but he did not stop eating at all.

The tranquility of the late night is like a soft velvet, gently covering the city.

When the little white fox came back from its walk in the courtyard and garden, it was surprised to see Zhao Wenting lying on the ground alone very early. It jumped to his side and saw that his face was as pale as a piece of white paper and his whole body was twitching uncontrollably.

The little white fox jumped around the man. There was no one else in the villa at the moment, and it was so small that it couldn't drag his tall body, so it was very anxious.

[What should I do? What should I do? Is this guy sick again? But there is no one else here, what should I do? Is he not going to die? ]

[Got it. The special honey produced by the Ice Bees fed with Tianshan Snow Lotus can save him. Where is it? I'll look for it.]

Finally, the little white fox broke the honey jar in the refrigerator, stepped on it with his paw, and some of it dripped onto his mouth.

However, Zhao Wenting still didn't wake up, but his frown was not as tight as before, and it seemed that the pain in his body had eased.

[No, we can't wait until tomorrow. His life might be in danger.]

The little white fox walked around Zhao Wenting several times, then ran to his room, pulled out a blanket and covered him with it, then jumped up and climbed out of the window.

[It seems that I can only go to his good brother Huang Ruizhe. I hope everything will be in time. ]

The snowflakes danced in the air like a group of naughty elves, and then gently stuck to the furry body of the little white fox. The little white fox walked out of the villa for a distance, looked back at the white villa that looked like a dream castle, and then looked at his own shallow footprints in the snow. These footprints were soon covered by the newly fallen snow, but they silently witnessed the brave adventure of the little white fox at this moment.

[It would take at least three hours to walk there at the fastest speed. In such a low temperature, I can’t stay outside for too long. It seems that I can only try to find shortcuts to save time.]

Thinking of this, the little white fox jumped onto the wall and disappeared at an extremely fast speed.

Three and a half hours later, Huang Ruizhe touched the little white fox's red, swollen, and rubbed limbs with bleeding skin, and said in confusion: "Little thing, is it that your master treats you badly? So you came back again?"

In addition to Huang Ruizhe, his assistant also felt very strange. This little thing had only been here once, and it was still very weak and dying when it came. Could it be that it followed Zhao Wenting back and only looked at the road once and remembered it?

The little white fox cried and stretched out its claws, trying to attract Huang Ruizhe's attention.

Because it had been walking in the snow for more than three hours in an extremely low temperature environment, Mo Mo's originally smooth hair was now messed up. Coupled with the injured paw pads, it was difficult to notice the honey on its paw hair that had long been dried by the wind.

The little white fox was anxious, so it kept licking its paws, trying to attract Huang Ruizhe's attention.

Finally, he saw it!

"Is this... the special honey produced by the Ice Bees feeding on the Tianshan Snow Lotus?!" Huang Ruizhe, who was carrying a medical kit to bandage it, touched its little paw and then noticed it.

"Something happened to Wen Ting?" Huang Ruizhe had a surprised expression on his face.

【Fortunately, he finally guessed it. 】

The tension in Mo Mo the little white fox's heart finally relaxed.