Cold Priest VS Ancient Ferocious Beast

Su Qingchen came out of the bathroom wearing a white bathrobe, and her hair, which was tied up during the day, was now casually scattered.

Mo Zhu hadn't slept yet, but was lying on the bamboo couch watching quietly.

"not asleep yet?"

Su Qingchen saw the little beast blinking its round eyes at him.

Mo Zhu didn't look away and shook his tail.

"You are always the most obedient at times like this."

Now Mo Zhu looks like a soft milk ball, which is very pitiful.

Su Qingchen walked to Mo Zhu, gently stroked his fur with his fingers, and checked all the wounds on his body.

"Compared to the daytime, the wound has healed a lot. It doesn't hurt anymore, right?"

Su Qingchen is like a gentle and responsible master.

Mo Zhu let out a comfortable gurgling sound from his throat.

"Even if it hurts, I have to endure it. I want to run around and get hurt so badly."

Su Qingchen scolded again.

Then he carefully held Mo Zhu in his arms.

"Come with me and look at today's stars."

After saying that, he carried Mo Zhu out of the bedroom.

They sat under the palm sugar tree and looked at the stars outside the temple.

"Master Priest, you're still awake! Do you need me to make a pot of tea for you... uh... and Master Mozhu?"

The little fairy boy who was guarding outside the temple came forward to greet them.

"No, go to bed first. You don't have to be on duty tonight."

"Yes! Xiaoxian has withdrawn."

Mo Zhu lay on Su Qingchen's arm, looking at the brilliant starry sky in front of him.

In fact, he had seen this scene countless times, but the opportunity to watch it while lying in Su Qingchen's arms was rare.

He felt Su Qingchen's warmth and breath, and felt a little drowsy again.

"The Monster Hunting Book says that when the White Tanlang Star flies due east, it's the auspicious time to light a fire and brew the Qiongqi Linger. Three hundred years ago, I always brewed brown sugar paste under the brown sugar tree at this time."

"The dosage in the book doesn't seem right. I've tried many times, and each time I've waited for days by the Duling River, but I never saw you."

"The other little immortal officials have all captured their spirit beasts, but I haven't."

"The book says Qiongqi is difficult to trap and tame, but I want you."

"You are the only ferocious beast in the fairy world. I know they are prejudiced against you. I am glad that you don't care about their opinions, but you are too naughty."

Having said that, Su Qingchen patted Mo Zhu's head as a punishment. Mo Zhu was caught off guard and narrowed his eyes and shrank his neck.

"I captured you with untold hardships. I raised you to this size. You are no longer a ferocious beast controlled by animal instincts. You are no less powerful than those spiritual beasts. You cannot just go and die casually. Do you understand?"

Seeing that Mo Zhu didn't react, Su Qingchen turned his face and looked into his eyes.

"Did you hear me?"

Mo Zhu looked at Su Qingchen's fair and handsome face in a daze.

"Silly cat."

Su Qingchen looked at Mo Zhu's dazed expression and gave a helpless comment.

After saying so much, Su Qingchen carried Mo Zhu into the house again. When he wanted to put Mo Zhu on the bamboo couch, Mo Zhu struggled a little.

Su Qingchen knew that whenever Mo Zhu was seriously injured, he would be reluctant to sleep alone.

"If you don't obey, you can only sleep on your own bamboo couch."

Su Qingchen looked down at the innocent kitten, then turned and walked towards his bed.

In Mo Zhu's current condition, he couldn't even get out of bed by himself, and could only wander around anxiously on the bed.

Su Qingchen ignored Mo Zhu's low humming. He just had a good temper, but he couldn't tolerate Mo Zhu's bad temper for acting on his own.

Su Qingchen closed his eyes, but before he fell asleep, he heard the sound of footsteps.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that Mozhu had already gotten off the bamboo couch. In this situation, it could only have fallen down by itself.

The short legs clattered to the side of Su Qingchen's bed and lay down next to Su Qingchen's shoes.

Su Qingchen smiled helplessly and let him go.

In the middle of the night, Su Qingchen, who was sleeping in a daze, felt a familiar smell coming towards him.

Mo Zhu, dressed in a black robe, has regained his human form. Not only did he get on his bed without permission, but he was also trying to get into his arms.

Mo Zhu's human form is very burly, a head taller than Su Qingchen, and it is only at times like this that he will act coquettishly with Su Qingchen.

Su Qingchen forgot that he was going to punish him, and habitually reached out and pulled Mo Zhu into his arms.

"You recovered so quickly? It usually takes three days."

Mo Zhu did not answer, but only murmured: "Master."

"Well, go to sleep."

Su Qingchen gently touched Mo Zhu's head.