Xie Zhuoxing was originally facing the wall with his back to him. When he heard what Rong Du said, the tips of his ears trembled slightly. He turned around in a daze and looked around. He didn't see anyone else. Then he raised his head and looked at Rong Du.

Du, whose big round gray-blue eyes were filled with shock and confusion.

Is pretty uncle calling it over?

But my mother told it that this beautiful uncle didn’t like fluffy creatures very much, so why would he take the initiative to call it over?

Seeing the cub looking at him blankly, as if stunned, Rong Du paused, thinking that his tone was too cold, which scared the cub. He hesitated for a moment, then squatted down and looked at it again

He waved and softened his tone: "Xiao Bai, come here."

When he spoke like this, Xie Zhuoxing was completely sure that what he just heard was not an illusion.

It hesitantly took a few steps toward Rong Du, then stopped and squatted down, keeping a little distance from Rong Du, and explained: "Mother said, Xiao Bai can't get too close to the Venerable.

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Rong Du hummed, looked down at its little head, and asked awkwardly: "Where is your grandpa Xuan Ming?"

Xie Zhuoxing still remembered that this beautiful uncle had asked his mother to send him away, so when he was asked a question, the whole cub became extremely nervous, for fear that if he answered any question wrong, he would be hated by his beautiful uncle and sent away from Xuancang Sword Sect.

With such worries in mind, Xie Zhuoxing carefully covered his two front paws with his tail and replied obediently: "Grandpa went to talk to some uncles and will be back soon."

Rong Du saw that both of its ears were drooped, its eyes were flickering, and he felt a little puzzled.

Based on his limited knowledge of spiritual beasts, he judged with some difficulty that this should... mean fear?

The cub was the spiritual pet fostered by his young apprentice in the Xuancang Sword Sect. Rong Du felt that he needed to care about the cub's physical and mental health, lest it develop any psychological problems that would affect Xie Wanyou's cultivation status, so he seriously

Asked: "Are you afraid if your mother is not here?"

The mustache on the side of Xie Zhuoxing's face moved: "...No, I'm not afraid!"

In fact, what it fears most now is the Venerable...

Rong Du stared at it for a moment, wondering if he believed it or not. He nodded, his expression still cold.

The place just turned cold.

Xie Zhuoxing's whole body stiffened, his eyes gradually moved away from Rong Du's body, and he looked to the side slightly anxiously.

Why hasn't Grandpa Xuanming come back yet?

At this time, Rong Du suddenly spoke, breaking the silence: "Actually, your eyes really look like my fifth senior brother."

Hearing these words, Xie Zhuoxinghun was almost frightened, and the fur on his body almost exploded.

Fortunately, Rong Du's next sentence was: "But I hate Fifth Senior Brother very much. Ever since I joined the Xuancang Sword Sect, he has always been inexplicably hostile to me."

Hearing that Rong Du was telling him bad things about Uncle Fox, Xie Zhuoxing's ears gradually perked up again, and he became curious: "But, why does he hate the Venerable?"

"I always couldn't figure it out before," Rong Du said in a lower voice, with a trace of sadness in his eyebrows: "But later, I kind of understood."

When Patriarch Xuantian brought him back, he praised him for his natural sword bones, firm mind, and weak emotions and desires. He was a genius born for the sword.

At that time, he stood in front of Patriarch Xuantian and saw the white tiger with dark red horns lying behind the curtain, peeping at him secretly with eyes that he could not understand.

He is a prodigy who practices swordsmanship, but at the same time, his emotions are beyond ordinary people's indifference.

Therefore, he couldn't identify how much jealousy and loss of soul was contained in this look.

He always likes to go straight to the point. When he saw such a strange beast, he asked Patriarch Xuantian without much thought: "Master, will Xuancang Sword Sect also accept monsters as disciples? What race is Senior Brother? Why have I never

Have you seen it?"

Before Patriarch Xuantian could answer, the white shadow suddenly disappeared behind the curtain.

Later he found out that the fifth senior brother was a strange beast that his master and other senior brothers rescued when they were traveling. His origin and race were unknown.

When he started practicing on the mountain, the secret peeping became more and more intense.

Come more and more frequently.

When he made breakthroughs one after another in a short period of time, he was surrounded by various senior brothers and praised him.

When the master was practicing in seclusion, he was the only one with him.

Until the Battle of Demon Abyss, he always thought that the fifth senior brother hated him.

But it's strange that the person who obviously wanted him to die was able to block the fatal blow for him at the critical moment.

Since then, he has developed inner demons.

The inner demon was born from his seven emotions and six desires, surging in his heart endlessly, making him feel an unspeakable pain like a burning fire destroying his heart.

He became irritable and sensitive.

He was finally able to taste the obscure emotions hidden in the eyes peeping at him.

However, it's too late.

Rong Du withdrew from his memories and said to the cub in front of him, "But it's not that annoying now."

Xie Zhuoxing nodded in understanding, tilted his head and asked curiously: "Isn't there a time when the venerable doesn't hate him?"

Rong Du paused suspiciously.

Lying to a cub seems to be something that shouldn't be done by a sword cultivator.

He thought this way, and finally said frankly to the cub: "I have been suffering from rubella since I was a child, and no one allowed me to get close to furry beasts. When I first saw him, I was actually a little..."

Rong Du found a word to describe his feelings: "Happy, because I think I might be able to find an excuse...to touch my senior brother's hair quietly."

After saying that, he frowned, feeling a little embarrassed for those childish thoughts.

But when the cub heard him saying such unbefitting words, he had no intention of laughing at him. Instead, he asked him seriously: "So, did the Venerable touch it in the end?"

Rong Du was stunned for a moment and shook his head.

Xie Zhuoxing thought for a while and said to Rong Du enthusiastically: "It's okay. When the venerable is cured, you can touch Xiaobai as you like!"

Rong Du closed his eyes and felt helpless: "If it can't be cured, I have tried several times but failed. I'm afraid this disease will never be cured."

Is it so serious? While Xie Zhuoxing was stunned, he was also very worried about his beautiful uncle's health.

The cub thought for a moment with his little brain, and suddenly an idea flashed: "Sir, you can put on gloves and touch Xiaobai!"

"Wear gloves?" Rong Du was stunned.

Xie Zhuoxing nodded.

It remembered that its mother would wear gloves every time she went for an "anatomy".

Wearing gloves can block dirty things, and its fur will definitely be able to block them too.

Rong Du thought for a moment, but did not adopt this suggestion: "Forget it."

Xie Zhuoxing tilted his head in confusion: "?"

Rong Du took out a bottle of medicine from his sleeve, poured out two pills in front of the cub and ate it. Seeing the cub staring at it, he explained: "This is medicine for treating rubella. It can also be prevented. One pill can last for two hours."

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He was always someone who would act immediately when he had an idea. After taking the medicine, he stretched out his hand to Xie Zhuoxing without any burden: "Okay, you can touch it now."

Xie Zhuoxing: "???"

Xie Zhuoxing was stunned. When he saw the extended hand, he subconsciously took two steps back: "Is it really okay?"

Rong Du responded calmly: "We have to hurry up, otherwise this medicine will be wasted."

As expected, the cub was surrounded. Hearing that it would be a waste of elixirs, he immediately stepped forward and stretched his head over: "Touch, feel free to touch~"

Rong Du paused for a moment, pressed his palm down, and finally touched the soft fur on the cub's head.

Different from the coldness and sharpness of a sword, it felt fragile and soft. He subconsciously reduced his strength and touched the cat's head a few times unskillfully.

His cold hand fell on the top of his head, which made Xie Zhuoxing feel very comfortable. Xie Zhuoxing was touched like an airplane and made a purring sound involuntarily.

Rong Du had never seen anything like this before. When he heard the sound the cub made, he quickly withdrew his hand and looked at it with a frown: "Does it hurt?"

The caressing ended halfway, and Xie Zhuoxing himself was confused: "No?"

Rong Du asked very seriously:

"Then why did you make that sound?"

It took Xie Zhuoxing a long time to react, and he explained sheepishly: "When he feels comfortable, Xiaobai will accidentally make such a sound..."

It turns out it means comfortable.

Rong Du continued to stroke its head with a cold face.

Xie Zhuoxing felt very comfortable at first, but then he felt a little bad after his head was touched all the time.

It feels like it's almost being touched bald...

Out of concern for the fur on his head, Xie Zhuoxing tactfully suggested to Rong Du that maybe he could touch the fur on its back.

Rong Du was reminded by it and he touched its back.

Xie Zhuoxing breathed a sigh of relief and was secretly glad in his heart.

The fur on its head was finally saved!
To be continued...