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

Thanks to Huang Ruizhe's timely arrival, after first aid, he was sent to the Yuling Pool in Yuling Villa to soak.

[Yuling Pool in Yuling Mountain. I seem to have been here once before. I was even caught by Zhao Wenting who had just finished taking a bath.]

Because everyone including Pei Ming, Huang Ruizhe and the old housekeeper were focusing their attention on the sick Zhao Wenting, the little white fox that was brought in with them could be seen unnoticed by anyone and was playing in the water casually by the pool.

Even in the season when snowflakes are falling, Huang Ruizhe feels relaxed physically and mentally while soaking in the steaming, fairy-like Yuling Pool.

Pei Ming supported Zhao Wenting, and Huang Ruizhe used a spoon to pour hot spring water on Zhao Wenting.

"Didn't they say you got the Snake Mother Fruit? Why didn't Wen Ting take it? The benefits of this thing are far from zero." Huang Ruizhe had heard earlier that Zhao Wenting had gotten the Snake Mother Fruit. Now seeing that Zhao Wenting's condition had not improved at all, he guessed that Zhao Wenting didn't use it.

Hearing them talking about snake fruit, the little white fox, who was resting by the pool after playing tired, moved his ears and listened quietly.

"Because the old man's health is getting worse and worse, and you know the relationship between the young master and the old master, all the snake fruits were sent to the old house." Pei Ming described the facts, and his expression showed helplessness; after all, this was the decision that the young master insisted on.

"Okay." Huang Ruizhe nodded with some understanding, and did not continue the topic.

[Okay, it turns out that he didn’t give the snake fruit I gave him to himself, and even the whole box of 12 pieces at the back was given to his grandfather as a gift.]

After learning the truth, Mo Mo felt a little uncomfortable that her gift was given away, but when she thought that Zhao Wenting was a filial person, she surprisingly felt much more balanced.

"This time, your little fox Daji has made a great contribution." Huang Ruizhe turned his head and looked at the little white fox lying by the pool. He stretched out his hand with a smile, grabbed its little tail, and lifted her into his arms.

"Come, little thing. As a reward, you can take a bath with me. I will personally serve you today in recognition of your hard work." As he spoke, Huang Ruizhe was putting waterproof tape on the wound on the little white fox's meat pad.

[Oh my god! Who wants to take a shower with you stinky men? Let me go! Do I have to be grateful to you? What the hell is this!]

The little white fox was obviously struggling unwillingly in his arms.

"Are you so impatient? Wait a minute, the waterproof tape hasn't been applied yet. Waterproofing will prevent the wound from getting infected." Huang Ruizhe was talking to the little white fox while applying tape to it as if he was coaxing a child.

Pei Ming who was standing aside was watching this scene and thought to himself: So, not only is my young master fond of this little fox, this Young Master Huang also seems to be unable to let it go.

After struggling for a while, the little white fox finally scratched the back of Huang Ruizhe's hand, then broke free from his arms and quickly fled from the vicinity of Yuling Pool.

"This... Mr. Huang, is your hand okay?" Pei Ming asked in surprise, and then looked into the distance with some worry: "This little fox wouldn't just run away like that, right?" If the young master wakes up and can't see the little white fox, he will be in trouble. He can't tell him that the little fox was scared away by his good friend Mr. Huang, right?

"Don't worry, this little thing is smart and will come back on its own." Huang Ruizhe lowered his head and licked the wound on the back of his hand, saying calmly.

[I give up! What a pervert. I shouldn’t have come if I had known!]

Usually, there is a special pet caregiver who comes to give the little white fox a bath, and the other person is a gentle lady. The little white fox cursed inwardly while walking away with a proud step.

Suddenly, it had the idea of ​​going to the secret forest to pick snake fruit.

It is also a rest room, and the environment is as quiet as a hospital ward, but the difference is that all the servants in the villa only serve Zhao Wenting, the master.

The flowers on the bedside table bloomed quietly, and the faint floral fragrance lingering around the nose made the little white fox lying on the bedside feel the pain in his body relieved a little.

Zhao Wenting woke up after lying on the big bed for a day and a night. He looked around and saw a familiar scene. He had experienced it before, so he realized that he was sick again. But the difference this time was that there was a little white fox accompanying him at the bedside.

He reached out and touched the little white fox's soft fur, and unexpectedly felt a few cockleburs stuck to its body. He gently picked them off.

"Su Daji, where did you sneak off to play again? Look how dirty you are, huh?"

Hearing the doting yet questioning tone, the little white fox just opened his eyes and looked at him, looking uninterested.

Turning around, Zhao Wenting was stunned when he saw the red fruits placed on the bedside table!

These are six snake fruits.

The girl named Mo Mo from the Yan family appeared in his mind, and for a moment, he thought she had been here.

"Pei Ming!"

Then he called out expressionlessly.

After confirming again and again, Pei Ming still insisted: This morning, apart from Huang Ruizhe, the housekeeper and himself, no one else had entered the young master's room. Because when he picked up the young master last night, he specifically told him that the young master needed to rest. But he also clearly remembered that there was no such thing as snake mother fruit on the bedside table at that time in the morning.

[Could it be that the little white fox picked it? ]

Zhao Wenting couldn't help but have such a question in his mind. After he picked up the little white fox and examined it, he denied his guess. After all, it was just an ordinary creature, without any spiritual fluctuations.

Today the little white fox is no longer picky about food. It knows that Zhao Wenting is still recuperating from his illness, so it eats lighter food as Huang Ruizhe instructed.

Zhao Wenting looked up at the little white fox who was eating the shrimp porridge obediently, and the corners of his tense mouth softened a little.

"Now you know not to be picky about food? The canned food I opened for you last time was imported from abroad, and you didn't even try it." He reached out and touched the little white fox's furry head. After thinking about it, he felt a little ridiculous. He actually said these things to a little pet who didn't think anything. How could it know which one was more expensive? How could it compare?

"Could it be... that I can't get used to the foreign taste?"

Suddenly, Zhao Wenting stopped drinking porridge and murmured.

Because Pei Ming was sent by Zhao Wenting to deal with the issues related to the cracks in Cenlin Mountain a few days ago, he was worried about sending someone else, so Pei Ming was not around even when he fell ill. When Pei Ming came back, he learned that the young master was ill, and now he dared not leave Zhao Wenting for a moment. After all, his primary responsibility since childhood was to protect the safety of the young master, and then to obey orders unconditionally.

It was the first time that Pei Ming, who was standing behind him, saw his young master so concerned about things outside the Bureau of Superpowers, and the other party was just a little fox without any thoughts.

[Why is the young master looking more and more adorable? Are all people who keep pets going to be like this? ]

Pei Ming was secretly confused...

The little white fox's vision gradually blurred, and he fell headfirst into his bowl while eating.

"what happened?"

Pei Ming and Zhao Wenting were stunned at the same time!

"Quick! Prepare the car and take it to Huang Ruizhe!"

It was not until he saw the two red dots on the little white fox's back that Zhao Wenting confirmed the doubts that had flashed through his mind at the beginning: when he woke up, he vaguely felt that the little white fox was not as lively and active as before. At first he thought it was just tired from playing, but it turned out to be sick.