He's super fierce and super cute [Quick Transmigration]

Xiao Hailan kept crying, but still didn't want to say anything, Xiao Yinuo who was crying had a headache.

In his memory, his mother hadn't cried like this for a long time. Xiao Hailan had always been a strong and shrewd woman with her own opinions.

"Yinuo, don't go see Yun Zhen again, you are not the same kind of person as him."

Xiao Hailan spoke incoherently, but refused to tell him the relationship between Yun Zhen and him, as well as everything in the past.

"Why?" Xiao Yinuo asked.

Her face was a little disappointed. Why did her mother go to such great lengths to hide it? It was obvious that she herself was already in great pain.

Being able to cause Xiao Hailan such pain shows that this matter must not be simple. There is only one possibility that Xiao Hailan can react so strongly, and that is that this matter has endangered his life.

The relationship between him and Xiao Hailan has always been lukewarm. She has never been a qualified mother, but Xiao Hailan's treatment of him is not bad, and it can even be said that she cares.

Except for the fact that they had quarreled because of some disagreements before, there were almost no disputes.

In fact, Xiao Yinuo knew in his heart that Xiao Hailan still loved him, but compared to that love, Xiao Hailan now has his own home and something more important.

Xiao Yinuo suddenly gave up.

He felt that even if he continued to ask, he couldn't find out why.

He sank down on the sofa and poured Xiao Hailan a glass of warm water.

The cat lightly jumped onto his lap, and rubbed his chubby cheeks against him as a comfort, Xiao Yinuo smiled bitterly.

"Okay, I won't ask anymore, it's fine if you don't want to say it." Xiao Yinuo said.

He didn't need to ask, but Xiao Hailan couldn't stop him from investigating.

Two days later, Xiao Yinuo passed the psychological judgment and entered the third instance.

……

Dahei walked aimlessly in the woods.

It doesn't know who it is or what its name is, but the monsters in the mountains will call it Dahei, because its fur is all black.

It's a cat, to be precise, a black cat.

Dahei felt that he was about to starve to death, so he walked to the creek with hope, stuck out his pink and tender tongue, and licked two mouthfuls of the stream water.

The noon sun was very dazzling, and it hadn't eaten for several days.

The monster in the mountain is bad and domineering. No one will give it food, not even hunting.

Dahei is a foreign cat, and the spirits in the mountains reject it very much.

Dahei lowered his head, looking at the clear stream, a black furry face was printed in the stream.

As the fish swam in the stream, Dahei couldn't help stretching out his claws, and grabbed them into the water with a snap.

A small fish was immediately picked up.

Dahei couldn't help showing joy on his face, and ran over meowingly, ready to bite his fish for a full meal.

It's just that before Dahei could finish his mouth, a bear demon suddenly appeared behind him.

The bear demon was so loud that he sent Dahei flying with one paw.

Then he picked up the fish that Dahei had caught, and roared at it angrily.

Dahei was dumbfounded.

The small body shivered and huddled into a small ball, the bear demon's paw slapped it painfully, tears rolled in the eyes.

The big black bear gave it another fierce look, and then ran away with the fish in its mouth.

Dahei felt wronged.

It was like this every time, when it found food, there were always other monsters rushing up to snatch its food away.

It's really hungry and it thinks it needs to get out of here.

It can't find anything to eat here, and everything here has been taken over by other monsters.

Dahei dragged his injured body forward step by step.

It doesn't know how long it has been gone.

Feeling dizzy and dizzy, he couldn't bear the exhaustion of his body in the end, and passed out suddenly under the scorching sun.

There are three beauties in Cangzhou, the mountains and rivers of the Wangchuan boundary, the monks of the Great Zen Temple, and the Mozong suzerain Wuji.

The Great Zen Temple is located on Cangshan Mountain in Cangzhou.

Cangzhou is the most prosperous place in the entire cultivation world, and there are many sects. Anyone with some skills will squeeze their heads to come to Cangzhou to take a chance. The Great Zen Temple is one of the three major sects in Cangzhou.

Falling flowers are intentional, monks are ruthless, and they are talking about the monks of this great Zen temple.

Which monk in the Great Zen Temple is not as gentle and elegant as jade?I don't know how many outside women's hearts have been hooked.

The alarm bell of the Great Zen Temple rings three times, and a high-ranking Zen master must return from the temple.

On this day, all the young monks of the Dachan Temple stood solemnly in front of the temple gate.

I saw a faint moon-white figure walking slowly up the mountain road down the mountain.

The man was holding a string of red sandalwood beads in his hands, and he was dressed in a moon-white monk's robe, calm and motionless, with a deep and condensed face, with the calmness and stability of a Buddhist family in his eyebrows and eyes.

That was Master Qingxuan, the younger brother presided over by the Great Chan Temple.

The master has profound cultivation and immeasurable merits, and everyone in the Great Chan Temple respects him.

This time when the master returned from his travels, all the disciples went out to welcome him.

The monk's every move was as clear as the moon, with a sense of Zen that no one else could match.

But for some reason, before the monk came, he suddenly stopped halfway, and the little novice beside him couldn't help but look sideways curiously.

It turned out that the monk saw a cat.

The cat was black and skinny, dying under the scorching sun.

The master didn't care about the dirt on the cat's body at all, he stretched out his hand to gently pick up the cat, looked up at the people in front of the temple gate, and said: "There is no need to be polite, let's go."

His voice was deep and deep, alienated and cold.

The monks looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally bowed to the master, then dispersed in twos and threes.

The master carried the cat back to the monastery.

……

Dahei woke up from hunger.

It is so hungry, no matter what it is given now, it can eat it, even if it is poison or medicine.

Dahei opened his eyes in a trance.

What came into view was the monk's quiet side face, and under the candlelight, the monk's face was covered with a shallow layer of warm light.

Dahei looked down at himself, the dirt on his body had been cleaned up, and he was lying on the monk's clean quilt.

The monk seemed to have noticed its movements, and turned his head, with a pair of deep eyes with a slight chill, "Are you awake?"

Dahei couldn't describe what it felt like when it saw this monk for the first time.

I only know that there is a strong sense of danger in my heart, and at that moment, Dahei's hair almost explodes.

Obviously the monk doesn't look hideous, even more handsome than everyone he has seen.

But in Dahei's heart, he was inexplicably afraid.

The monk put down the scriptures in his hand, got up and walked towards Dahei.

Dahei retreated step by step, his eyes widened.

The monk stood still in front of Dahei, and at that moment, Dahei even had the urge to turn around and run away.

It's just that the monk didn't give it this chance.

He touched its head, and Dahei immediately bit the monk's hand without hesitation.

The strong smell of blood spread in Dahei's mouth.

Dahei became more and more hungry, and greedily licked the monk's fingers with his pink and tender tongue, licking up the blood on his hands.

In the end, he sucked on that wound very dissatisfied.

The monk frowned slightly.

There were some barbs on the cat's tongue, and it was not comfortable for him to lick.

With his white fingertips, he lightly nodded Dahei's head, and said, "Greedy."

Dahei yelled at him twice particularly fiercely, like a threat.

Dahei didn't know how he was brought to this inexplicable place just after sleeping.

The monk picked up the small bowl on the table and gently handed it to Dahei.

There was a bowl of steamed buns in the small bowl, and for fear that it would be inconvenient for Dahei to eat, he specially tore it into small pieces.

The big black nose shrugged.

A little fragrant, want to eat.

It raised its eyes and glanced at the monk secretly.

It's just that after the monk threw down the bowl of steamed buns, he sat aside to read the scriptures again.

Dahei let go of his guard a little.

He opened his mouth to hold the steamed buns in his mouth, then hid in the corner of the bed and gnawed them secretly. When Dahei finished eating all the steamed buns, a layer of steamed buns also fell on the foot of the bed.

Dahei is full.

This was the first time it had had a full stomach in these days, it licked its paws, and then stretched contentedly.

The monk is still reading scriptures.

Perhaps because it was full, the big black was much more courageous, and it walked towards the monk cautiously.

In the beginning, I only dared to approach little by little.

When he realized that the monk didn't care about it, Dahei jumped onto the monk's desk.

The words on the scriptures were densely packed, and Dahei found that it could understand a little bit. It was a cat demon who could only understand words.

Dahei couldn't help but chuckle, thinking that he was smart, but looking at it, Dahei couldn't help but became irritable.

Some impatient.

If you can understand the characters, you can understand the characters, but you don't understand what the scriptures mean at all.

"Meow!" it called out to the monk unhappily.

The monk couldn't help but look sideways.

Dahei looked at him cowardly.

If the monk dares to do anything to it, it will definitely bite the monk to death and finally swallow it into its stomach.

Just tasted this monk's blood, it tastes really good.

But Dahei forgot that it was a kitten that couldn't even beat the bear demon, and the monk just indulged it so much because he didn't want to care about it.

The monk sighed, reached out to pick it up, and put it on his lap.

Dahei struggled and meowed a few times, like a good housewife cat who has been bullied.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

The monk patted Dahei's little head, and said softly, "Be good, or tomorrow's steamed buns will be halved."

Hearing this, Dahei immediately withered.

There is nothing more important than food, and if there is one, it is a double serving.

A little novice walked in respectfully.

Qingxuan raised his eyelids and asked, "What's the matter?"

The little novice lowered his head and said, "Master, there is a quick report from the disciples lurking in the Demon Sect that Wuji, the master of the Demon Sect, has died."

Qingxuan was obviously taken aback for a moment, and then responded lightly: "Got it."

Wuji, the suzerain of the Demon Sect, and all the great powers in the cultivation world, who didn't change their faces when they heard about it, but just died like this?

The author has something to say:

Wuji said: Give me a steamed bun to say anything.

Thank you [Qinyuan Chunyang] Landmine X1