The little stupid cat spoiled by the boss

He didn't have any bandages on his body, so he might not be able to stop the bleeding just by wrapping it with clothes, so he had to think of other ways.

When I was at a loss.

The green bushes behind him suddenly flickered.

This kind of primeval forest probably has wolves, tigers and leopards. Ning An'an's body is so bloody, he might have attracted some kind of raptor.

Luo Qingyi hurriedly went to pick up his own sword, that sword, like him, had lost all aura after breaking through the barrier, and after a puff of black smoke came out from the whole sword, it became an ordinary cold weapon.

The originally bright and sharp blade also lost a lot of its luster, turning into a grayish black color, but it shouldn't be a problem to deal with ordinary raptors.

As soon as he held the sword in his hand, a strong wind with a fishy smell suddenly struck behind him!

Luo Qingyi ducked down, narrowly missed the fatal blow, hugged his knees and rolled along the river beach to a safe place. When he looked up, he found a standing brown bear about his height!

The brown bear opened its mouth wide, roaring, and rushed towards the bloody Ning An'an on the ground.

Luo Qingyi looked at its fluffy fur, and the corners of his lips curled up numbly.

Rolled quietly behind it, raised the sword in his hand, and stabbed the brown bear's head with a sword!

The brown bear was in pain, but it didn't die. It swung its paw and turned around and rushed towards Luo Qingyi. One person and one bear instantly fought into a group, and quickly rolled into the bushes.

Half an hour later, Luo Qingyi stood up tremblingly from the bushes with his whole body covered in paint and holding a bear skin.

He staggered to Ning An'an's side, and used his sword to pry open the blood-stained bear skin, bit by bit, carefully splicing and sticking to the bloody remains.

It's like an artist painting a picture.

Retouch the outline little by little, paint little by little, wipe away the unsatisfactory places little by little, and then carefully repair with the brush until the whole painting is completed.

Until sunset, Luo Qingyi looked at the furry people lying on the river beach, including the one with brown bear hair on his face. His eyes finally had eyelids. Although they were gray, they were closed anyway. .

He's a bit exhausted.

He lay down next to him and rested for a while.

Looking up, you can see a small piece of sky, like a sky washed by blood.

It's getting dark, and I have to find a place to spend the night. This deep mountain and old forest will definitely be unsafe at night.

Thinking this way, he picked up the hairy man on the river beach and walked upstream along the river bed.

A soft, zongzi-colored cat tail hung down from his huge palm, and it was stained with little blood flowers, like red plum blossoms in full bloom, flirtatious one after another.

he thought again,

Ugly is a bit ugly, but it is still a human type, which is better than no skin.

Chapter 58 Lao Gong, Are You Good or Bad~

The little spider held a funeral for Luo Qingyi.

He was convinced that he was dead, because often when he saw someone that others couldn't see, that person was already dead.

The person with whom the little spider has the best relationship is Pei Yiyi, followed by the Black Mountain Old Demon, mainly because Pei Yiyi is richer than the Montenegro Old Demon.

The funeral was arranged at Pei Yiyi's villa.

His place is big and has good feng shui. It should be pretty good to just build an empty tombstone in the garden. If Luo Qingyi saw it in the sky, he would be very happy.

Before Ning An'an disappeared, the little spider was eating and drinking at a temple on the outskirts of the city.

He originally wanted to be a monk in there, but his eyes could not see the light. The old monk said that we cannot have monks wearing sunglasses here. The little spider asked why. The old monk said that monks wearing sunglasses are too cool and easy to be seen beat.

But the little spider really wanted to stay in that kind of place. After all, it was very similar to the fairy gate Luo Qingyi had stayed in before. There was a lotus pond inside the temple, a peach grove outside the temple, and there was a quiet and serene fairy air. It was like staying in That kind of place, he will come back.

No way, Pei Yi had no choice but to stuff some money into the temple abbot and ask him to do odd jobs inside, but don't expect him to work, otherwise the whole temple will be covered with spider webs.

What happened to Ning An'an made him deeply believe that Luo Qingyi had completely hiccupped, and he didn't want to go back to that place again, and he wouldn't be able to wait for him when he went back, so what's the point of waiting for him? Woolen cloth?

The tombstone was built in Pei Yiyi's garden, so he decided to live in his house for a long time. Although it was empty, being able to guard it could be regarded as making up for the spiritual vacancy.

The domineering president is very rich, and he doesn't mind having an extra person in the family at all. Even if he eats and drinks for thousands of years, even if he eats delicacies every day, he won't be poor.

This made the white-haired boy very angry. When he came back from yesterday, that damned spider spirit dragged Pei Yiyi to drink for the whole night, while he was left alone in the cold!

As soon as I woke up, I saw a large group of people building a mourning hall in the living room. It's fine for that stinky spider to wear sackcloth and mourning all by himself, and let Pei Yiyi also wear sackcloth and mourning.

Really, what are you doing, that's my man, not your man, should you pull my man to vent your sorrow after you die?

Isn't it too shameless?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, he walked over, pointed at the wreaths of various colors all over the room, and asked Pei Yiyi, "Old Gong, what's going on?"

Pei Yiyi was taken aback when he heard him calling him Lao Gong. He remembered that Ning Anan swore to the death that he would not call him Lao Gong!

"An'an, you, what do you call me?"

A hint of confusion flashed through the man's deep willow-leaf eyes. Although he had been with Little Spider last night, he was still secretly paying attention to this rescued person.