Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Looking at the figure who had lost his memory but still stood in front of her and protected her, how could Jingzhi not be moved.

She bit her lip, twisted the hem of his blue shirt and shook it gently, feeling a little nervous, but also a little expectant.

"You... like me?"

Caolu took a step forward and tried to pull the hem of the clothes out of her hands, but she was holding it too tightly and the back of the clothes was stretched tight.

Caolu flicked his hand back, trying to shake her hand off, but accidentally slapped the back of her hand.

Looking at her surprised eyes and her suddenly pursed lips, Caolu felt no pity in his heart, only a little regret for his mistake.

"I'm sorry, but it's not appropriate for men and women to be intimate. I'm a cultivator, so please don't do such intimate things to me in the future."

He sat back on his bed, frowned and said:

"It's not that I like you, I just acted like this because you're my benefactor. If I caused you any misunderstanding, I apologize."

"..."

Jingzhi sat on the edge of the bed facing him. Although they were only about one meter apart, she felt that the distance was as far as the sky.

Her lips pursed tighter, and the moment her eyes burned, she immediately turned her head and lay back on the bed, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, and pointed the back of her head at him.

All he could hear from the thatched cottage was her cold voice saying to him:

"no need to say sorry."

"From now on, I will never come near you without your consent again."

"Do not worry."

Cao Lu looked at the angry figure from behind, twisted his fingers helplessly, and went over what he had just said in his mind.

Reason told him that there was nothing wrong with what he said.

The most urgent task is to find his two apprentices first.

Moreover, it is not easy for a spirit beast to cultivate, so she really shouldn't be so emotional.

"As long as you can figure it out."

He gave her a reassuring smile afterward.

But when the man heard him say that, he got so angry that he hid his head in the quilt and said, "Shut up!"

The faint smile froze on his face. Cao Lu also had a temper. He waved his sleeves, turned his back to her, looked at the environment outside the window, and focused on thinking about how to escape from here.

Within a few seconds, a sound of breaking air suddenly came from behind.

Without even turning around, Caolutou reached out to catch it.

When I took it in front of me, I saw that it was a thick peach wood comb.

There was nothing fancy about it, just a neatly carved "nine" on the comb handle.

He turned his head to look at the group in the next bed, "What do you mean by this, benefactor?"

The person under the quilt moved, as if turning over.

Her muffled voice echoed with her movements, "What else can a comb be used for?!"

"I don't want my next-door bedmate to be a frizzy little dog."

puppy?

Is she scolding him?

The benefactor was really going too far, indirectly blaming his image and implying that he was a dog.

Clay figures also have three personalities.

Cao Lu left the comb behind, walked around her bed and went straight to the door.

Get out early, repay your gratitude and go your separate ways.

……

It was time for exercise, and Caolu came to the locker and took out a yellow talisman from the bag he was carrying.

After writing a few messages with the pen I brought with me, I told the nurse that I was going out.

Seeing that he only had a piece of paper in his hand, the nurse relaxed her guard and nodded at him, "Remember to come back to the lobby for dinner at 11:."

Hearing his receding footsteps, Jingzhi threw off the quilt and stared blankly at the comb he had left on the bedside table.

"Humph, your kindness is taken for granted."

"I won't care about you anymore!"

Jingzhi got out of bed angrily, grabbed the comb, and walked out the door.

……

Cao Lu sat under the grape trellis, slowly folding a thousand paper cranes, surrounded by a circle of fellow patients.

Hearing the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps, the man in the thatched cottage did not even raise his head.

Come out if you want to.

He didn't want to bother with the bad-tempered civet cat for the time being.

Standing and sitting, the stalemate lasted for a long time, and the atmosphere was really weird.

Even the patient who was pretending to be a mushroom and mumbling something shut up.

"I told you to comb your hair, why didn't you do it?!" she spoke first.

Caolu placed the folded paper crane in the palm of his hand.

After blowing gently, in the blink of an eye, the thousand paper cranes made of yellow paper turned into a white carrier pigeon, flapping its wings and flying into the distance.

After finishing his work, he glanced back at her and said calmly, "I don't make friends with spirit beasts that curse."

"you!!"

Jingzhi pointed the comb at Caolu's nose and was so angry that she couldn't speak.

My original curiosity about how he could turn a paper crane into a carrier pigeon also disappeared in an instant.

"I was worried you might get into trouble if you came out alone, but now it seems you're quite capable. I won't care about you anymore!"

"Who wants to be friends with you? We are strangers! Complete strangers!!"

She slammed the comb into his arms and ran back angrily.

The patient who had just stood next to her raised the back of her hand silently and stared at the warm water droplets on it in a daze.

After a long while, he slowly said to the frozen thatched cottage:

"Ah, it's raining, and the water has become colder. Let's go back and collect the clothes."

The water droplets on the back of his hand were so dazzling that Cao Lu felt it was extremely blinding. He turned his head and looked in the direction where the pigeon had flown away.

After looking for a long time, he lowered his eyes to look at the wooden comb lying in front of him.

The wooden comb has probably been used for a long time, and the paint on the handle has peeled off a little, but it has been well maintained and waxed, and feels smooth and delicate.

Did he... misunderstand something?

Judging from her behavior just now, she seems to be the kind of cat who says one thing and means another.

Although he has a quick temper, he has a good heart.

Caolu sighed. Why couldn't she just talk to him nicely?

He raised his hand to loosen the messy bun on his head, picked up the comb and slowly combed his hair...

Jingzhi leaned against the window, looking at the back of the person combing his hair, and suddenly snorted.

The stone flicked out with force from his fingertips, and with a thud, it hit Cao Lu right on the back of his head.

He could obviously avoid such a trivial trick.

Just now, a voice suddenly popped up in my heart.

Never mind, she's already crying.

As a real man, why would you bother with a civet cat?

If she had dodged the stone, she would probably have cried...

What's more, she seemed to be doing it for his own good.

The problem comes back again.

Why was she so nice to him when she had only met him once?

How do you explain the number “nine” on this wooden comb?

After combing her hair and tying it into a bun, Cao Lu looked back at the window.

The window was wide open and the civet cat was nowhere to be seen.

All that remained of the empty window was a handful of stones piled in a small triangle.

After beating him, she should have calmed down, right?

Caolu stayed outside for a long time, but the carrier pigeon did not come back for a long time.

After wondering for a while where his apprentice and the Ghost King had gone, he pulled out a few strands of hair from the comb and walked into the house.

As soon as he left, his fellow patients followed him.

At some point, the thatched cottage had become the center of this group of patients.

"Brother Caolu, was that magic you just performed?"

Cao Lu stopped and his expression suddenly became serious. "How can I compare myself with the devil? I use orthodox Taoist techniques."