Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"Meow~"

It looked up at him. Although it couldn't speak human language, it felt inexplicably cautious to please.

"Meow~"

Its tail tugged at his cane again.

Old Liu was stunned, even a little confused.

Looking at the gentleman who had not spoken a word from beginning to end, he lowered his eyes and his eyes were dark.

Wen Baiqingjun's side face was still very emotionless, and her thoughts could not be seen.

The big spiritual cat kept tugging at him, seeming to want him to follow it.

The big round head is facing the direction of the depths of the sea of ​​flowers, meowing, as if saying something.

Old Man Liu stretched out his hand, "Sir, how about I take it now -"

"No need."

A gentle and noble gentleman, even his tone is gentle and impartial.

She raised her eyes and glanced at him. Her voice was calm and a little distant.

"You go do your thing, don't worry about me."

Meaning, he can leave first.

"..." Old Man Liu hesitated, "Sir, then this cat..."

"I won't tell Uncle Wang, you can rest assured."

He is always peaceful and rarely makes things difficult for others.

This is why the servants respect him from the bottom of their hearts.

Uncle Wang had no choice but to lower his hand and bow slightly, "Then...thank you, sir."

When he backed away, he looked at the cat from time to time.

Always a little worried.

After Old Man Liu left, the extremely humane big cat scurried deep into the thorns.

There was a rustling sound from the thorns again, very loud.

After a while, seeing that the man did not follow, the big cat popped its head out of the dense roses.

He raised his forelimbs and meowed at him from a distance, sounding a little anxious.

As if to say, catch up quickly.

The man standing outside the flower thorns still stood quietly, making no movement.

He was leaning on a cane, looking at it calmly with his narrow phoenix eyes as dark as the deep sea, and his long and slender finger bones seemed to be curled up.

Like, some don't dare.

"Meow?"

The big cat tilted its head slightly.

She still meowed at him and even ran back to wait for him.

"Meow meow meow~"

If it could talk, it would be able to express its eagerness.

The man seemed to understand its cry, and his slow steps finally moved.

Like a ninety-year-old man with limited mobility, he hobbled to follow it on crutches.

When his bare feet stepped on the moist earth filled with the fragrance of roses, his breathing seemed to quicken for a moment.

The calm mask on his face also showed signs of being broken.

The big cat meowed happily at him, then ran towards the depths of the flower thorns.

The fat body is as flexible as a fish in the water, with no obstructions in the areas covered with thorns.

"Meow meow meow~"

Come on!

It ran for a while, then turned back to wait for the man who was unable to move easily.

The man stumbled, and his bare feet were quickly scratched in the thorn bushes.

Dark red blood beads emerged quietly.

It hurts a little.

But he seemed to feel no pain and just walked step by step, faster and faster.

The hand holding the cane was trembling a little, and his movements were getting faster and faster.

He almost fell while walking, and his fair face even had a shallow scratch from the rose thorns.

Extremely embarrassed.

Mao'er took him away, looking at him like this, as if he couldn't bear it.

Stopped and looked up at him.

But the man became a little angry, with overwhelming emotions rolling in his eyes.

"You know where she is, don't you?"