Chapter 844 Meow meow meow!

Su Nanzhi woke up from the bed, sweating profusely.

The bed curtains around were silent, and three long and even breaths could be heard.

Su Nanzhi closed her eyes slightly, tapped her brows with her fingertips, and a faint white light flashed. The next second, the air flow in the dormitory stagnated slightly, and a person disappeared out of thin air.

Heaven and earth are in harmony of yin and yang, and so is the human body. If yang gets out of control, yin will decline.

In an ice spring in a mountain village far away from Beijing, a long-haired girl was suddenly soaking in it. Her nightgown was white and somewhat translucent in the water, and the girl's curves were faintly visible in the water.

She was already unconscious and had nothing on her body. Soaking in such icy water, the heat on her face seemed to fade a little, but not enough. Her brows were still furrowed. Some of the ice in the ice spring that had not melted for years was quietly shrinking at this time.

The heat in her body finally subsided, but her spiritual power was exhausted. It would be more accurate to say that she had entered a deep sleep rather than a coma.

And so, the remaining hours of the night passed.

In the early morning, when the mist swirling on the mountain seemed even more hazy in the white sky, a meowing sound was heard beside the ice spring.

The agile blue and white British shorthair suddenly discovered the person soaking in the spring. It was so scared that its hair stood on end and its meow changed its tone.

But the kitten is a very curious creature. It was stunned for a moment, then seemed to smell a familiar smell, and took the first step with its white feet.

"Meow?"

The temperature here is really too low. Most serious cats don’t like to run here, except this one. It seems that its fur is too thick and it can’t stay at home, so it comes up the mountain to find natural air conditioning.

"Meow meow." The white gloves were finally pressed on the face of the suspected dead person, and the pink flesh pads were burned.

"Meow meow meow!" I don't know if the cat is cursing.

But this British Shorthair didn't know what to think. It just squatted there, with its hands in its pockets, next to the suspected dead person, and refused to move.

The big round eyes stared at the motionless person, and seemed to lean over to smell her or lick her, but soon she would shrink back in fear.

Until, after an unknown amount of time, the footsteps approached and finally stopped next to the ice spring. The young man sighed, squatted down, stroked the cat's head, and looked at the person soaking in the ice spring.

He muttered to himself, "Exhausted? No wonder, after traveling so far back."

The sound was like the chanting of Sanskrit, adding a bit of mystery to the empty valley. He reached out and touched her forehead, then withdrew his hand.

"Sure enough, this body can no longer suppress the spiritual power in these veins. Fortunately, the spiritual power is now exhausted, otherwise soaking in the Arctic would be useless."

When the kitten saw its owner, it meowed and lay down to act cute. The tilt of its little head made people's hearts soften.

The man chuckled and tapped its little head with his slender finger. "You came looking for me right after I got back, you little licker."

The kitten doesn't understand human language.

Especially sarcastic words.

The man said again: "Do you want to come home with me? If not, just stay here and guard your wild mother."

The kitten watched its owner walk away without moving, and even snored with its hands in its pockets.

man:"……"

Alas, the shit scoopers and the food providers can never compare to the wild flowers outside.

"Then remember to call people home for dinner when the time comes." After giving these instructions, he disappeared into the smoke.

(End of this chapter)