Chapter 664

Obviously, no one here regards the white tiger as a small and lovely child. Chunsu's fierce and cold eyes startled the white tiger back a few steps, and he sat down in the ruins. He rubbed his temples with a headache, turned around and rubbed his shoulders with song Ningyu, and walked slowly towards the corridor.

The little white rabbit stared at Song Ningyu in horror and begged to be taken away!

Song Ningyu's expression was obviously that she had decided to abandon the little white rabbit. What she thought was that there was no stability in her way. Instead of one day catching her rabbit and threatening her to be killed, she might as well give it to the little white tiger.

"Little white rabbit, I'll give it to you. You should protect her well. You can't bully her. Take it back to Beishan. You're the king of mountains and forests, and that's where you should stay." song Ningyu comfortingly came forward and rubbed the white tiger's big low head, and his eyes slowly softened.

The white tiger glanced at the trembling little white rabbit on the ground, opened his mouth and picked up the rabbit. The big mouth made song Ningyu jump in his heart. He thought the white tiger was going to swallow the little white rabbit. Slap the big pocket rabbit and the big white tiger together, tut tut.

The same is the snow-white hair color. When you put the little white rabbit on the back of the big white tiger, you can't see the little white rabbit!

The little white rabbit was taken away by the white tiger with his mouth full of saliva in the trembling of fear. Song Ningyu looked at the back of the white tiger with three steps and turned back. He suddenly felt a little melancholy. He waited for several years at a glance. Who knows when to meet again?

There was still a wound on her foot, and Chunsu didn't go far. She just stood on the corridor and looked at the white tiger with three steps and one turn. The light in her eyes flickered with a dark light. Seeing that the white tiger had completely gone, Chunsu came forward slowly, hugged song Ningyu horizontally, and whispered softly, "your feet are not convenient. Don't try to be strong in front of me."

Song Ningyu nodded faintly, smiled at Chunsu and said, "do you think the big white tiger will bully the little white rabbit?"

Chun Su raised her eyebrows and said, "do you still have time to care about this? Why don't you think about it? In a few days' time, will your character really marry the young master of the mohdi clan?"

This is the first time that Chunsu has come to talk with song Ningyu about what she is facing with a vague anger. Song Ningyu trembles in her heart and suddenly remembers what Chunsu said at the top of the pavilion. There is only one man in this temple. Then, the people in the bathroom that day

Song Ningyu looked at Chunsu's face covered with mackerel gauze in a daze. Her eyes twinkled with a look. She could even feel the cool temperature that Chunsu brought to her through her clothes when she held her.

Song Ningyu looked down at the lantern on the ground reflecting the flickering lamps. Under the lantern, the shadows intertwined by the two people were slowly lengthened and shortened, and shook slowly with Chunsu's elegant and steady steps.

The wind blew from the cliff. The fragrance of magnolia flowers in the exquisite corridor attic slowly dispersed with the wind. The woman in white behind her slowly followed Chunsu with a white cup of soup in her hand. She whispered: "Your Highness, this is rock sugar Sydney, which plays a very good role in your highness's throat."

Pure vegetable swept her eyes. The woman in white with two white cups at the back of her body faintly withdrew her eyes and turned a corner. There was already a woman in white standing at the door. The door was open and there were many night pearls in it, which made the room as bright as day.

The woman in white blessed Chunsu slightly and looked respectful and obedient. The woman in white behind followed song Ningyu and Chunsu with the white soup cup in her hand.

Holding song Ningyu through the living room, he went directly to a simple and elegant inner room. There was a big window in the inner room. Outside the window was a high hanging moon, bright and big, comparable to a disk. Song Ningyu could even see the faint mottled outline on the moonlight.

Sitting on the bed, song Ningyu drank half a cup of crystal sugar Sydney handed over by Chunsu. The woman in white is used to Chunsu's personal attitude. Song Ningyu's foot is hurt. Now she can't walk well. It will take 100 days to hurt her muscles and bones. Not to mention song Ningyu's sprain. At least she will live here for two or three days.

Chunsu knelt at Song Ningyu's feet, swept her eyes, and surprised the woman in white who shrunk her pupils. The woman seemed to realize that she had lost her attitude, lowered her eyes and blessed her body, and slowly retreated out. The breeze blew in from the open window. Chunsu carefully took off song Ningyu's socks and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's the best medicine. I'll be ready tomorrow. I'll be right next door. If you have something to do, call me." Chunsu loosened song Ningyu's slightly hot leg, got up, bounced the false ash foam on her elastic clothes, walked towards the door and stood at the door. Chunsu was a little worried and looked back and ordered.

"There is a cliff under the window. If your feet are bad, don't go near the window for the time being. I sent two people to guard the door. If you have something, don't do it yourself. Remember to call someone."

Song Ningyu sprawled on the bed and looked at Chunsu's doting eyes. Song Ningyu suddenly asked tentatively, "Chunsu, can you calculate the fate of marriage?"

Chunsu stood at the door and picked a delicate eyebrow: "the disciple doesn't seem to know much about being a teacher, so he introduced himself to you." Chunsu came to the door because song Ningyu said a word and folded back. He pulled a chair aside and sat down beside song Ningyu. He took care of his broad robe.

Song Ningyu got up from the bed, sat more upright, wrapped a quilt and blinked: "I only know you are a high priest. Isn't the high priest the kind of God worship?" song Ningyu still doesn't understand why a person in charge of God worship will be passed on by the people of the whole Huangdao.

At the thought of the respect and reverence on Ming Tianni's face when he mentioned the high priest, countless sneers burst out in his heart. Chunsu is indeed worthy of respect, but for song Ningyu, it has not reached the point where there is a god!

"The high priest of Huangdao doesn't participate in the worship of God. Worship of God has to be handled by the ritual Department of the central court." Chunsu pinched song Ning's timid nose. How many things did the little girl misunderstand him these days? Will you look at him with such calm eyes up to now?

On second thought, Chunsu suddenly felt that it was better to look at him so calmly. Compared with those respected, he still liked song Ningyu to stand beside him with a confident attitude, acting coquettish and good, sad, happy and crying. At least there was no need to guard against him.

Chun Su picked his eyebrow and said deliberately, "since you don't listen, it's good for you to regard being a teacher as a god worshiper!"