Chapter 21 Chapter 21 I have a desire for her

Menstruation, Guishui...

Fu Tingyun was stunned for a moment before he remembered what it was.

This really cannot be blamed on him. Even though Ling Yue Xianzun is well-read, these two words are too far away from him.

Female cultivators will no longer have male fluid after they have established their foundation, and those with some talent will mostly establish their foundation before the age of thirteen or fourteen, and may not even have the chance to experience it.

Moreover, she looked so painful just now that he panicked at first sight and didn't think about it at all.

There's no record in the books of a woman experiencing this kind of discomfort during menstruation. It only happens once a month, so is it always like this?

"Where does it hurt?"

"Fu Tingyun, please get out!" Su Xiaoyuan had already pulled the quilt over herself, shaking with anger.

This puppet actually lifted her quilt to look at her private parts.

Not only did he look at her, he also pressed her waist and touched her private parts... Although I knew he didn't do it on purpose, and although I knew he was looking for wounds, the shame I felt didn't diminish at all.

Her lower abdomen was cold, but it felt hot where he touched it.

The puppet ignored her instructions and stood motionless beside the bed. "But is your uterus hurting?"

Su Xiaoyuan could no longer endure it. She gasped in pain and cursed him, "You burned my things... and now you're bullying me... You evil puppet! Get out!"

The grievances rushed out of her heart like a tide, overwhelming her rationality.

She found that she was not that magnanimous, and she was actually still brooding over the fact that her things were burned.

She didn't take it so well being forced to please and seduce a strange man.

Even if I repeatedly comfort myself that this is just the price I pay for going home.

Now she has also directed her resentment towards the human Fu Tingyun onto this puppet of the same name.

"I hate you! You're the one I hate the most in the whole world! Fu Tingyun!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, "I hate you the most... Get out! Fu Tingyun, get out!"

Fu Tingyun turned around silently, opened the door and walked out.

He did something terrible, so it's only natural that she hates him. It's fair.

But I still feel a little bitter, as if someone has sprinkled some gravel on me.

Su Xiaoyuan watched the puppet walk out without saying a word.

It was clearly her who wanted to kick him out, but before his back disappeared outside the door, she began to feel guilty.

The puppet doesn't understand anything, so why bother with him? There is even no reason to resent Immortal Master Ling Yue.

He is also innocent. If he knew that he was inexplicably targeted, he would just feel speechless.

Moreover, even though he was so powerful, he could only live to the age of twenty-one, not much longer than hers.

The useless college students got angry for a while, and then started to fight among themselves like crazy.

The worst thing was that she had to endure the pain and get up, clean herself up, and then find something to temporarily cushion her.

This was her first menstruation since she came into this world.

She had severe dysmenorrhea in the real world, and when she came here, she lamented that the world of immortal cultivation was so advanced that even menstruation was cancelled.

Who knows, it's just that the time has not come yet.

She hadn't prepared anything. She only vaguely remembered that in novels, people used something called a menstrual belt when traveling to ancient times. She had never seen one before and didn't know where to buy one. Maybe she would have to make it herself.

I can only find some clothes to cushion my stress and ask Ruan Mianmian for help when it’s daybreak.

Even more troublesome is the lack of ibuprofen.

She didn't know whether there were any painkillers in the world of immortal cultivation, and whether there were any would have to wait until dawn.

Or she could ask the puppeteer for help.

The puppet had its own knowledge base, and might know where to get painkillers. Even if that wasn't possible, he could at least help her boil a pot of hot water - using spiritual power required concentration, and she was in so much pain that she couldn't concentrate at all.

But she immediately gave up the idea.

She had just said that she hated him the most and kicked him out. She couldn't pretend nothing happened, call him back, and continue to order him around.

You have to rely on yourself before dawn.

Taking advantage of the gap between two waves of pain, she moved herself to the edge of the bed and was about to get up when the door suddenly opened.

The puppet came in carrying a bucket of water, put the bucket on the ground, and without hesitation took a handful of spirit stones from her purse and put them into the lamp.

The room was suddenly filled with warm light, which carried real warmth and exuded the fragrance of money.

"That's a top-grade spirit stone!" Su Xiaoyuan exclaimed.

Such a big one!

The puppet raised his eyelids: "Are you short of money?"

Su Xiaoyuan remembered that she was a newly rich man, but she was used to being poor. Seeing this prodigal puppet burning money directly, she still felt distressed.

"No matter how rich you are, you can't burn it like this..." she muttered.

"You can." The puppet looked at her, took a wooden basin from the shelf, poured water into it to heat it up, wet the cloth, wrung it out until it was about 80% dry, and then walked to the bed and handed it to her: "Wipe your face."

The towel was steaming temptingly hot.

Su Xiaoyuan didn't answer. She must still be angry with him.

Although I felt guilty about him leaving just now, I was really happy to see him come back.

But now that he's back, it would be too easy for him to forgive him.

Just as she was struggling, the puppet unfolded a cloth and put it over her face.

Su Xiaoyuan quickly grabbed it and wiped the tears from her face.

"Fu Tingyun, please go out for a while." She said after a moment of hesitation.

The puppet looked down at her.

"I'm not trying to kick you out," Su Xiaoyuan explained hurriedly, "I just want to take a shower..."

Fu Tingyun was stunned for a moment and understood where she wanted to wash.

He frowned: "You want to get out of bed? Your uterus doesn't hurt anymore?"

Su Xiaoyuan: “…”

Although I know that menstruation is shameful, who would talk about the uterus?

She might have a conflict with this puppet. As soon as he finished speaking, her lower abdomen began to ache again, as if a pile of ice cubes was stuffed in it and was stirred from time to time.

Su Xiaoyuan couldn't help but gasp, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead again.

Now I can’t move even if I want to.

But she felt uncomfortable with the dirt on her body. She pursed her lips and said, "Fu Tingyun, can you help me perform a purification technique... to clean it up?"

"No." The puppet rejected her coldly.

Su Xiaoyuan didn't expect him to refuse directly, and his attitude was so cold and hard. Her eyes turned red again, and she pursed her lips: "You are mean to me..."

Fu Tingyun: "..."

"The Purification Technique is a type of Spiritual Water Technique. It's even colder than ordinary water," he explained in a serious tone. "You already have a cold constitution. Using it will only make it worse."

Su Xiaoyuan's tears were already welling up in her eyes, but she suppressed them when she heard this and said obediently, "Oh..."

"The fasting pill is also a cold thing, so don't eat too much of it in the future." said the puppet.

"Huh? This is the first time I've heard that fasting pills have side effects."

Fu Tingyun: "Not for ordinary people, but you are too weak."

Su Xiaoyuan: "...Thank you, Fu Tingyun, you really know how to talk."

Fu Tingyun raised his eyebrows: "Are you mocking me?"

"No, no."

Fu Tingyun saw the mischievous smile flashing in the girl's eyes, and his heart warmed slightly: "It's okay, I'm a puppet, I don't hold grudges."

Su Xiaoyuan couldn't help laughing, but as soon as she started laughing, she felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen.

Fu Tingyun saw her face turn pale instantly and her body involuntarily arched. He frowned and asked, "Does it hurt a lot?"

Su Xiaoyuan said weakly, "It's okay, it will be fine in two days..."

She is so weak, she will die from the pain in two days.

"I can help you heal."

"Can you cure it?"

The puppet nodded: "Since it is a cold uterus, as long as the yang heat energy is injected into your uterus, it will flush out the cold evil energy and the stagnation will naturally be relieved."

Su Xiaoyuan was moved by his clear and logical thinking. After all, it was really painful.

"How do I inject the yang heat power? Can I take the pills directly? It's best not to use the medicinal soup..." Su Xiaoyuan frowned when she thought of the Chinese medicine she had taken in the past to regulate her cold uterus.

"No need to take medicine," Fu Tingyun raised his right hand and glanced down at the quilt covering her. "Just insert it with your palm."

"Ah..." Su Xiaoyuan didn't expect it to be like this, "Through the quilt?"

Her lack of common sense sometimes surprised Fu Tingyun.

Although he was born in the fairyland, his physique and understanding of the three realms were like those of a mortal.

"No," Fu Tingyun said, "You need skin to skin contact for Yang energy to enter."

"Palms touching?" Su Xiaoyuan stretched out a hand from under the quilt and spread out her snow-white, slender fingers.

The puppet looked at her and said, "You must take off your clothes."

"Ah?" Su Xiaoyuan was stunned for a moment before she understood.

You're not going to put your hand there, are you?

“No, no, no!” She waved her hands quickly, “I’ll be fine in the morning after a good night’s sleep…hiss…”

Before she could finish her words, Baogong stabbed her in the back.

Su Xiaoyuan was in so much pain that she saw stars and her ears were buzzing.

Although she had felt pain before, it had never been to this extent. Even her head started to hurt, and she felt like vomiting, and tears kept flowing out of her eyes.

At this moment, she just wanted the pain to stop, by any means.

"Just bet, Fu Tingyun..." she moaned.

The puppet was about to reach out to lift the quilt.

In an instant, the shame even overwhelmed the pain, and Su Xiaoyuan subconsciously grabbed the quilt: "Wait..."

The puppet raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong?"

Su Xiaoyuan: "No, there's no need to lift the quilt...just put your hand in."

The weather has started to get hot recently, so she changed into light pajamas. The fabric of the clothes provided by Yunyu Zong was thin to begin with, and it had been washed many times. With such bright light shining on it, it was likely that nothing could be covered.

Fortunately, there was no light in the room when the puppet lifted her quilt, so he probably didn't see anything.

Fu Tingyun raised her eyebrows. Her face was blue and her lips were white with pain, yet she still cared about these things.

For a cultivator, the physical body is nothing but floating dust and foam, not to mention that he has already seen it.

Su Xiaoyuan is just an ordinary person with no wisdom or heart for Taoism.

"Yes." Fu Tingyun nodded.

Covering herself with the quilt was a bit troublesome and he felt it was unnecessary, but if it made her relax a little, he didn't mind.

Su Xiaoyuan breathed a sigh of relief, then became nervous again: "Are we starting now?"

"Put something under you, it will flow out." The puppet looked around and didn't find anything suitable, so he took off his outer clothes.

Su Xiaoyuan's face flushed immediately: "Don't keep saying things like that, Fu Tingyun."

The puppet's eyebrows twitched, and he asked in confusion, "What kind of words?"

Su Xiaoyuan choked: "Forget it, it's nothing."

The puppets don't understand this at all.

Fu Tingyun folded his clothes into the size of a handkerchief and gave them to her.

Although neither side of the clothes would get dirty, he still folded it inside out.

Su Xiaoyuan took the clothes he handed her and put them under her body.

After preparing herself mentally for a while, she lifted the hem of her undergarment, untied the belt around her waist, and pulled her panties down to her hips, exposing her lower abdomen.

Then she opened a narrow gap on the side of the quilt, reached out her hand, gently grasped the puppet's wrist with her slender white fingers, and pulled his hand into the quilt.

She closed her eyes and took the risk of placing his hand just below her belly button.

His hands were big, his palms were dry and warm, and he could cover it completely with one hand.

Su Xiaoyuan couldn't help but shudder.

Even though I know rationally that this is a puppet, the touch and temperature are too similar to those of a real adult man.

Her voice trembled: "Should...should it be here?"

The puppet's hand sank, and the palm that had been loosely placed on the skin came firmly to rest. He did not move, as if feeling the flow of energy in his meridians.

"Just a few inches down." As he spoke, his palm pressed against the ground and slowly moved downwards.

Su Xiaoyuan felt his palm gradually getting warmer. It was just warm at first, but gradually it became scorching.

She couldn't help but tremble slightly, clamping her knees together, and subconsciously curling her toes. She asked in a rapid voice, "Has the injection started?"

"Not yet." The puppet replied.

"Oh! Your palms are so hot, I thought it had already started. Does your body temperature also change? Automatically adjust according to the weather and mood or something..." Su Xiaoyuan couldn't help but say something to ease the embarrassment.

The puppet was silent for a few seconds, his Adam's apple moving slightly, and he said in a businesslike tone, "Open your knees, relax, and regulate your breathing. It might be a little uncomfortable."

At this moment, her lower abdomen suddenly felt hot, but not on her skin. It was as if someone had stuffed a hard, hot iron directly into her stomach, and it was running rampant inside without any care.

Wherever he went, the cold and cramping pain was indeed driven away.

Another evil force has settled down in her "womb" and seems to have no intention of leaving.

Even though the pain felt like it was scorching hot, it still hurt!

Is this some kind of black eating and black therapy?

Su Xiaoyuan's tears were streaming down her face, and she didn't know whether it was because of the pain or anger.

She really only remembers eating and not being beaten, and she even believes that an artificial mental retardation device bought for twenty spirit stones can really cure diseases.

Would a medical robot, such a high-tech thing, be sold for twenty spirit stones?

She's the type of person who gets tricked into buying health supplements when she gets older.

Su Xiaoyuan regretted her decision and didn't even have the strength to wipe away her tears. She looked at the puppet with tearful eyes: "Fu Tingyun... for us humans, this is... a little uncomfortable... I suspect you want to kill me..."

"Sorry, I didn't expect you to be so weak." said the puppet.

Su Xiaoyuan: “…”

Okay, okay, blame her for being crispy.

"I'll rub it open for you right away, and you'll feel better after it's spread out," said the puppet.

Su Xiaoyuan was very angry and pushed his hand away: "I can rub it myself."

The puppet obediently pulled his hand out from under the quilt.

But then she found that she didn't know how to rub it. After rubbing it twice, the hot lump in her stomach didn't move at all and showed no sign of melting.

When Fu Tingyun saw her biting her lips and looking at him eagerly, he knew that she couldn't rub it herself and was too embarrassed to ask him for help.

But he suddenly became a little malicious and didn't speak actively. He stood up and took two steps back.

Su Xiaoyuan rubbed it for a while and finally gave up: "Fu Tingyun... I can't rub it open..."

Fu Tingyun lowered his eyes: "You want me to help you?"

The girl's face flushed, she nodded slightly and snorted.

Fu Tingyun then walked to the bed and sat down on the edge again, waiting for her small hand to reach out from under the quilt and wrap around his wrist.

Su Xiaoyuan felt the puppet's hot palm covering her lower abdomen again, and could even clearly feel his slender fingers.

She couldn't help but tense up.

"Relax." The puppet said lightly, and at the same time, his hands began to massage in circles very slowly.

The heavy "branding iron" in her stomach actually melted away little by little and spread around. Part of it flowed into her meridians and limbs, while part of it flowed out of her body.

The pain is gone, but the feeling in my stomach has become a little strange. I can’t tell whether it is comfortable or uncomfortable.

Su Xiaoyuan was a little overwhelmed. She tightened her stomach and tried to hold it back secretly, but the puppet seemed to notice her stiffness and rubbed her harder.

There was no way to control the constant surge.

"It's alright, it's alright..." Tears welled up in her eyes, "It doesn't hurt anymore..."

The pain was indeed gone, her whole body became warm, and even her originally cold hands and feet were warmed up.

Although the process was a bit bumpy, this puppet can really cure dysmenorrhea.

The puppet didn't stop immediately: "Let the blood clots dissolve, otherwise it will hurt."

But the feeling of losing control frightened Su Xiaoyuan. She grabbed the puppet's wrist and begged almost in tears, "Stop, Fu Tingyun, it's really okay..."

"Okay." The puppet's hand paused, then he pulled it out from under the quilt.

Su Xiaoyuan turned around and faced away from him.

All she wanted now was to clean herself up and leave the Earth overnight—if she was still on Earth.

But today the puppet was particularly nosy. Not only did he stand by her bed and refused to leave, he also asked her, "How do you feel now?"

Su Xiaoyuan bit her sleeve and didn't want to pay any attention to him at all.

"Asleep?"

Su Xiaoyuan was afraid that he would come to rummage her again, so she had to say, "Please go out for a moment, Fu Tingyun, I need to... clean up..."

Fu Tingyun said "OK", but did not go out immediately. Instead, he dragged out a wooden bathtub from under her bed.

This basin is not much bigger than the ones used by children. It is too small, and she is too small too.

Fu Tingyun performed a cleansing spell on the basin, then took it out and rinsed it with clean water. Then he brought it back into the house and poured two buckets of well water into it.

He could use his spiritual power to condense water. Although such water was clean, it was cold and harmful to her body.

After boiling the water until it was slightly hot, he looked at the quilt rolled up on the bed and asked, "Do you want me to help you get up?"

"No need...you can go out..." A muffled voice came from under the quilt, "Thank you, Fu Tingyun."

Fu Tingyun took out the thin blanket she had covered him with on his first day and placed it beside the bed: "Get out of bed and put it on."

Su Xiaoyuan covered her head with the quilt and groaned.

After hearing the puppet man walk out the door and the footsteps fade away, she lifted the quilt and checked the situation inside.

To her surprise, the bed was not very dirty, with only a little blood stain from her initial splash and a mess on her underwear.

She quickly realized that the puppet's haute couture dress probably had some kind of automatic cleaning function.

She breathed a sigh of relief, put on the blanket prepared by the puppet, walked to the table first, and took out the remaining spirit stones in the lamp, leaving only a half-burned piece.

Then she returned to the bed, rolled up the sheets and mattress, placed them in a wicker basket in the corner of the room, and began to clean herself.

The water temperature was just right, and Su Xiaoyuan let out a soft sigh of comfort.

After a quick wash, she changed into clean clothes and put an old towel under her underwear. She squatted down and scrubbed the blood stains on the underwear and sheets in the cold water, then wrung them out and put them in the basket, preparing to wash them thoroughly when she woke up in the morning.

After all, it was the first day, and she had been busy for so long that she felt a little dizzy when she stood up. She hurriedly took out clean sheets and mattress from the box, spread them out, crawled into the quilt, and closed her eyes.

Fu Tingyun was in the yard, paying attention to what was happening in the house.

After everything quieted down, he pushed the door open and went in.

The room was still filled with dampness, the fragrance of bath beans and soap nuts, a faint smell of blood, and an even fainter girl's body fragrance.

Fu Tingyun paused, then walked quickly straight over, picked up the bathtub and returned to the yard, poured out the water, replaced it with well water, then returned to the house, took out the wicker basket, and began to wash the sheets, mattress, and the clothes she had changed.

The blood had been scrubbed away, but everything was covered with a faint, peculiar smell, sweet and fishy.

Fu Tingyun's Adam's apple rolled, and he poured the whole box of Su Xiaoyuan's specially made "washing powder" into the basin and began to scrub with an expressionless face.

After washing, steaming, drying and folding, the sky was already turning pale.

While cleaning up, he kept listening carefully to the breathing sounds in the room. The girl was obviously very tired and was sleeping soundly.

Fu Tingyun returned to the room with clean and soft bedding and clothes, placed them at the end of the bed, and was about to go outside to meditate as usual when he inadvertently glanced at the girl who was curled up in a ball with the quilt in her arms on the bed, and stopped in his tracks.

He dragged his mattress out from under the bed, spread it out, sat down on the spot, closed his eyes and entered into meditation.

Strands of sweet and fishy smell seemed to have substance, penetrating through the fine fabric and silk floss, penetrating into his seven orifices, occupying his senses that should have been closed.

Previously, he was only concerned about her safety and had not given it much time to think about it. Until this moment, those vivid feelings began to flood his sea of ​​consciousness like a tide.

The smell of blood when he lifted the quilt, the touch of his hands when he held her waist and turned her over, and the palms of his hands felt slightly hot.

Although he is so thin, every part of his body is soft, as if he has no bones.

He recalled the unexpected roundness and fullness, the feeling of his fingers sinking slightly into it, and his fingertips went numb and couldn't help curling up.

In his haste to find the wound, he didn't control his strength well and must have hurt her. Although it was dark and there was thin silk between them, he could vaguely see the finger marks.

And the feeling of my palm against her skin.

It was incredibly soft and smooth, and every tremor and twitch was transmitted to his palm.

He was telling half the truth at that time. He really didn't expect her to be so weak. The yang heat she had was not even one thousandth of his own. Unexpectedly, she couldn't bear it.

But when he was halfway through injecting it, he realized that if he could stop at that time, she would not feel so uncomfortable.

But just as he was about to withdraw his hand, she gasped in discomfort, and the trembling under her hand brought a strange feeling, sucking his palm and making him indulge for a moment.

By the time he came to his senses, it was too late.

He couldn't help but clench his hands, as if the touch could last forever.

The sweet smell in the room grew stronger and stronger, like some kind of fruit that had cracked due to overripeness, and the sweet and intoxicating juice quietly seeped out, flowed, and dripped...

Fu Tingyun's eyelashes moved quickly, saliva overflowed from his throat, and he swallowed unconsciously.

Very thirsty, wanting, wanting more...

At this moment, he suddenly woke up and was stunned.

The seal of desire in Dantian loosened.

This is unprecedented.

Ever since the desire was sealed within the body, the seal has never loosened.

Even so, he still has the habit of reinforcing it every three months to prevent any problems from happening.

When he discovered that the soul transfer went wrong, he reinforced it again.

It shouldn't be like this.

Fu Tingyun came out of his meditation and looked at the unconscious girl lying on the bed.

He had unknowingly developed a desire for her.

He didn't understand why.

Is it because of that unexpected blood contract?

In any case, we can't stay here for long.

He glanced at the peaceful and clean sleeping face in the morning light.

She was still too weak, so he decided to stay for a while and wait until she recovered before leaving.

…

Su Xiaoyuan slept soundly and deeply, and didn't wake up until noon.

I tossed and turned until midnight last night. Although the pain is gone now, the uncomfortable heaviness is still there, and I have no strength in my whole body.

But for some reason, she felt inexplicably excited as if the sky was clearing up after the rain.

The problem is still there, and the emotions that have been pent up in her heart for a long time are still there, but they are no longer like an airtight shell separating her from the outside world.

Su Xiaoyuan sat up, rubbed her sleepy eyes, stared at the bright sunlight outside the tent for a few seconds, and uttered a whine: "Ah! I overslept!"

Kaishan comes to call her every morning, why didn’t she come today?

Su Xiaoyuan felt strange and was about to get out of bed after lifting the quilt when the door opened and the tall figure of the puppet appeared at the door.

Standing against the light, I couldn't see his face clearly, but I could see the clothes he was wearing.

He put on his original coat again, the one he had folded up under her last night.

Su Xiaoyuan covered her face.

The memories of last night were swirling in her mind.

How shameful! I can't face it.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the puppet is not a real person.

The puppet bent down and walked into the room. There was no trace of embarrassment on his face, and he still had a cold poker face.

His gaze lingered on her face for a moment, then moved down to her lower abdomen, which was still buried in the quilt. "Does it still hurt?"

Su Xiaoyuan shook her head: "It doesn't hurt anymore, thank you Fu Tingyun."

She suddenly felt something in her heart. Since last night, this puppet has been abnormally proactive. Now he even takes the initiative to care about whether she is in pain.

It seems that it is not as artificially stupid as before.

Could it be that the puppet's IQ can automatically recover?

She looked at him suspiciously: "Fu Tingyun, you seem to be different from before."

Fu Tingyun's eyes moved: "Different?"

He raised his hand stiffly and touched his face: "What's different?"

Su Xiaoyuan suddenly felt that she was overthinking.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered about going to school and exclaimed, "What time is it now, Fu Tingyun?"

"Just after noon."

Su Xiaoyuan: "It's over, it's over."

My academic performance is already poor, and I also skip classes. If my regular scores are deducted, it will be even more difficult to pass the inner gate exam.

"Your friend will help you ask for leave." said the puppet.

Su Xiaoyuan: "Is it Kaishan? Have you been to Kaishan?"

The puppet nodded: "You were still asleep when she came, so she left first."

Her friend made a fuss when she found out she had her period and wanted to stay with her. It took a lot of effort to get her to leave.

Su Xiaoyuan nodded and said to herself: "I wanted to ask her..."

"What do you want to ask?"

"nothing……"

The puppet frowned and said, "You can ask me."

"Do you know everything, Fu Tingyun?"

Su Xiaoyuan actually wanted to ask Ruan Mianmian if she had any menstrual belts for sale.

"most."

After a pause, he added, "If you don't know how, you can learn."

Su Xiaoyuan couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Fu Tingyun didn't know what was so funny, but when she smiled, something in his chest seemed to loosen up.

The girl's face was paler than usual, and there was a faint blue shadow under her eyes, but the spirit in her eyes had returned.

"Are you hungry?" He softened his voice unconsciously. "There's soup stewing outside."

Only then did Su Xiaoyuan realize that there was a faint aroma of food in the air.

She sniffed: "It smells good. Did you cook it? Is it chicken soup?"

Fu Tingyun hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Yes."

"Are there chickens here?" Su Xiaoyuan wondered, "I thought they were only found in the mortal world."

After coming here, she discovered that the species in the fairy world and the mortal world were very different. Many of the poultry and livestock she was familiar with were products of the mortal world.

I don’t know whether it’s because these animals are too fragile and are eliminated by nature, or whether they evolve into something else in an environment with abundant spiritual energy.

"Yes." Fu Tingyun answered her concisely.

"Where did you get it from? Did you buy it?"

"I caught him."

"Oh," Su Xiaoyuan understood, "it turned out to be a pheasant."

There aren't many pheasants, but you can still see them occasionally.

Su Xiaoyuan had no doubts: "Then I'll have a bowl. Thank you, Fu Tingyun."

The puppet took dishes and chopsticks from the cupboard.

"By the way, did the cat come today?" Su Xiaoyuan suddenly thought of the Chuan Chuan. "I overslept. What if it comes and can't find food?"

"You won't starve to death." Fu Tingyun said coldly.

Seeing the expression on Su Xiaoyuan's face, he added, "Chicken bones and offal can be fed to it."

Su Xiaoyuan said hurriedly: "Kittens can't eat poultry bones, they will scratch their intestines..."

Fu Tingyun: "Wild cats eat everything, they're not that particular."

"Don't ever feed him chicken bones! Be obedient, Fu Tingyun."

"Okay, I won't feed it."

Before he finished speaking, a sweet voice sounded outside the house: "Meow——"

Su Xiaoyuan's eyes suddenly lit up: "My little kitty is here."

She suddenly felt that her timidity in the past few days was pointless.

I don't dare to keep it because she will die in a year. But life is full of accidents. She was healthy in her previous life, but didn't she suddenly have a car accident?

At least now she roughly knows when she will die and can arrange her funeral in advance. She can entrust the cat to Kaishan.

"Can you bring him in so I can pet him, Fu Tingyun?"

Fu Tingyun frowned: "Dirty."

"Do you hate cats, Fu Tingyun?"

He neither liked nor hated other cats, but this cat was very annoying.

Seeing the disappointed look on the girl's face, he changed his words: "It's not annoying. I'll wash the cat while you drink the soup, and then let it into the house after washing it clean."

"Kittens are generally afraid of water. You have to be gentle, Fu Tingyun, and don't scare him." Su Xiaoyuan warned.

"good."

Fu Tingyun picked up the bowl and walked out, glancing coldly at the shameless divine beast fawning and soliciting favor under the window.

Luoluomon tilted its ears back, whimpered, and crawled on the ground motionless.

Fu Tingyun returned to the house with the soup, placed the bowl on the table, and put away the spoon and chopsticks. "It's a little hot. Get up and drink it in half an hour. I'm going to wash the cat."

After saying that, he returned to the yard.

He picked up the cat food bowl filled with lovebird feathers, bones and internal organs and glanced at Luoluo Beast. The beast immediately understood and followed him obediently.

Fu Tingyun walked to a blind spot that could not be seen from the window and put down the food bowl.

Luoluo Beast walked forward and sniffed, then immediately turned its head away and scratched the wall in disgust.

He had always only eaten two pieces of flesh from the wings of these lovebirds. When did he stoop to eating things that even dogs wouldn't eat?!

Fu Tingyun said coldly: "Don't want to eat?"

Luoluomon instantly exploded into a ball of fur and rushed over to eat the meal as fast as he could. Soon, only a pile of fur was left in the rice bowl.

Fu Tingyun: "Eat it all."

Luoluo Beast: "..." This is definitely a personal vendetta! Damn puppet!

Under the tyranny of the puppet, it could only retch and swallow all the bird feathers.

Su Xiaoyuan finished a small bowl of fragrant stewed chicken and had just rinsed her mouth when the puppet came in carrying a freshly washed, fluffy and soft cat.

Su Xiaoyuan exclaimed and rushed over: "You can't carry a cat like that! You have to do it like this..."

She held the cat's hind legs, as carefully as if she were holding a baby.

The cat put its front legs on her arms, squinted its green eyes, rubbed its furry head against her arms, and purred comfortably.

Fu Tingyun stood aside and watched coldly.

This woman just can't get enough of playing with cats.

Sometimes he let it lie on his legs, sometimes he turned it over, touched its head, scratched its chin, touched its belly, and even wanted to put it on the bed.

Fu Tingyun spoke out to stop him at the right time.

Su Xiaoyuan found a towel and wiped its four legs carefully, then put it on the bed: "What kitten doesn't go to bed?"

She scratched the cat's chin from time to time and chatted with it in a variety of meaningless words, repeating the same few sentences over and over again: "Whose kitten are you?" "Oh, it's my kitten!" "Who is the cutest kitten in the world?" and so on.

But her voice was softer and more childish than usual.

When she muttered "Mommy is going to eat your little ears and kiss your skin off," and was about to touch her nose with the cat's, Fu Tingyun couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed the cat's neck and pulled it away.

"What are you doing, Fu Tingyun?" Su Xiaoyuan was dissatisfied.

"dirty."

Su Xiaoyuan quickly covered the cat's ears and whispered, "Don't listen, little kitty, it's bad words."

The Luoluo beast, confident that it had a backer, made a pitiful "meow" sound.

Su Xiaoyuan turned around and taught the puppet: "How can a kitten be dirty?"

Luoluomon echoed flatteringly: "Meow~"

Fu Tingyun glanced at it, his eyes flashing with cold malice: "Just now outside, I saw it licking its anus."

cat:! ! !

What a treacherous puppet.

Su Xiaoyuan was about to kiss the cat when her smile split open for a moment. She put it on the ground and patted its little head: "By the way, let me give you a name."

Now that I've decided to keep it, I can't always call it a cat.

Su Xiaoyuan is bad at naming, which can be seen from the names of the puppets.

After pondering for a long time, it was finally the puppet man who gave it inspiration.

"Why not just call you Fu Shenxing?"

The cat was named after him, Fu Tingyun, and he was secretly satisfied with it, and he started to like the cat a little better.

But only a little bit.

When Su Xiaoyuan was tired from playing and lay down to take a nap, Fu Tingyun immediately picked up the cat, opened the door, and threw it out like trash.

At night, Su Xiaoyuan was drinking the porridge cooked by the puppet when Ruan Mianmian came.

"Your face this morning really scared me. Is menstruation really that painful? Luckily, I established my foundation before my period."

As she spoke, she handed a package to Su Xiaoyuan: "Here, your menstrual pad. This thing is really hard to buy. I don't even know if there are ten women in the entire Yunyu Sect who have menstrual periods."

Su Xiaoyuan: "..." Her body is so disappointing.

I'll have to talk to the system when it wakes up. It's better to add points to physical fitness, which can at least improve the quality of life at the end of life.

Ruan Mianmian continued, "Luckily, there was a shopkeeper who used to run a shop in the Mortal Realm and had seen this thing. I begged her for half a day and she finally made a few of these for me."

Su Xiaoyuan quickly massaged her best friend's shoulders.

Ruan Mianmian said hurriedly: "Running errands is nothing! You are still not feeling well, go and rest."

Su Xiaoyuan served a bowl of porridge to her best friend, and the two of them ate while chatting about what happened in the sect.

On normal days, Ruan Mianmian would have endless things to say to her after not seeing her for a day, but today she seemed a little absent-minded.

"Kaishan, what happened?" Su Xiaoyuan was a little worried.

Ruan Mianmian came back to her senses and quickly shook her head: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just that today in the city, I seemed to smell the scent of Song Jinshu again.

"I chased after him and saw a figure from behind who looked a bit like him, but it was too dark to see clearly. I chased after him and lost him again."

She bit the spoon angrily, and the porcelain spoon handle shattered into pieces with a "snap".

Su Xiaoyuan also became worried because of what she said: "Why is he here? Could he be looking for you?"

Ruan Mianmian spat out the broken porcelain pieces in her mouth, wiped her mouth, and shook her head: "When I saw him today, it seemed like there was someone beside him."

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[Copy] Chen Li was born into a noble family, a noble lady among noble ladies. Her beauty is as pure as ice and snow, and she cannot be touched. There are three things she dislikes in her life:

Killing gods, disrespecting rituals and laws, and political enemies.

Xiao Ran took it all.

Danyang County Prince Xiao Ran is a young military commander dressed in bright clothes and riding a fierce horse. He is full of murderous deeds and is unruly. There are three things he dislikes in his life:

Delicate, rule-bound, Shen family.

Chen Li has all of them.

One day, a decree was secretly given, tying these two incompatible people together.

A marriage of convenience, the husband is not interested and the wife is not willing.

"Our two families may continue to fight, so it's better not to let outsiders know about our secret marriage."

On the wedding night, the girl sat upright and said, "We are more suitable to be rivals than husband and wife."

The young man's face was as cold as jade, and he folded his arms and sneered: "Thank God that you have come to this realization!"

A moment of tough talk will result in a lifetime of slaps in the face.

The youthful spirit had never imagined that one day he would bow down and grovel. In the brocade tent, he gnashed his teeth and said, "Who would dare to share the same bed with me? Chen Li, you are clearly being ruthless!"

One sentence summary: Married with the mortal enemy with whom she would never fall in love.