"Cough cough cough~cough cough cough~~~"

The sound of coughing, accompanied by the sound of "rustling" piles on the fallen leaves, came from far to near in the night.

The bright moon shines through the gaps between the branches and leaves above the head, and the flowing water seems to be flowing, passing through the sound of footsteps and coughing, illuminating the front of Ning Feng.

There is an inconspicuous and broken temple, as small as a small tiled house in a small mortal village, and there is no need to mention the incense and other things. I am afraid that no one has presided over the smell of loneliness for many years.

"It's so sad."

The visitor was Ning Feng. He was leaning on the branches he picked up from somewhere in his hand, and there were still blood stains on the corners of his mouth and chest, muttering.

Directly opposite him was the broken temple, and the sculptures that were worshipped in the temple were not obvious.

Ning Feng walked in step by step, and said to the statue as he walked: "I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about myself."

"Fortunately, a mouse is a good person to dig holes. He is very brave after all. He is forced to do so by me. Otherwise, as long as he goes out and chases in, I can't escape."

Ning Feng walked to the altar and sat down, feeling that he was about to fall apart.

"It's so lingering."

He wiped the cold sweat that he had never stopped before. His small movement led to the injury and his throat was sweet, and he almost spurted out another mouthful of blood.

"Don't worry, just do it."

Ning Feng gave up the idea of ​​using broken wood, straw and other things in the ruined temple to make fire, and restrained the urge to fall asleep on the spot. He first put on a five-hearted posture and silently practiced the nine-death mind method. He entered the nine-death mind state that he would never stop.

After a moment, ten times the sweat that had been before was poured out, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and the sick flush that had previously floated on his face faded away.

Soon, a slight snoring sound came, and Ning Feng slept deeply, but the snoring was full of restraint and vigilance, as if he was waiting for the day. Any strangeness would break out at any time.

Ning Feng's body, his golden wisp clothes occasionally shone with light golden red light, and the blood stains disappeared silently, and the warmth was like his daughter's heart and hug, wrapping him in it.

This night was like the bright moon in the sky, cold and quiet; it was also like the ubiquitous outside the mountain. The eyes that were always vigilant, nervous and depressed.

The next day, the morning light shone on the ruined temple, stubbornly creeping through the roof, the portal, the wall... and all kinds of gaps shining on Ning Feng who was in a deep dream.

"Yawn~"

Ning Feng rubbed his eyes, stretched his waist, pushed open the temple door and walked out.

The sun was so bright that he could not remember the scene in the mouse cave yesterday. He walked out yawning. Only then did Ning Feng notice that there were several large water tanks placed at the entrance of the ruined temple.

Most of these large water tanks are broken and covered with moss. Last night, they looked like several mounds of soil covered with green grass, inconspicuous and ignored the past casually.

"It seemed that it had rained a few days ago."

Ning Feng saw that there was still half of the water in a relatively complete large water tank, and he speculated that it was the accumulated rainwater.

What makes people admire the wonder of nature is that there are fish in this water tank, swimming back and forth, bubbling with bubbles.

Ning Feng subconsciously glanced a few more times and identified the fish that were too small enough to be stuck in the teeth. Then he looked away with interest.

His lack of interest does not mean that other existences do not exist.

As Ning Feng turned his head, he saw a white light rushing out of the forest without hesitation.

The white light was against the ground and was extremely fast. In Ning Feng's opinion, it was almost no distance from the ground. It was rubbed by it. Then the white light leaped several times and jumped to the water tank.

“Meow~”

A meowing sound that was so tender that it heard the softness of the whole body came. Ning Feng's eyes straightened. The one that turned into white light and jumped onto the water tank was a little cat with pink claws and nose.

The little cat looked at Ning Feng vigilantly, as if he was judging that the other party was not here to grab food. Then his eyes shone, and he meowed with excitement, and he jumped into the water tank.

"It turned out to be here to catch fish."

Ning Feng smiled and was about to walk around, thinking about how to deal with the situation in front of him.

The Tongtian Rat is still eyeing her outside, and she may have thought about it and rushed into the mountain.

Ning Feng had just stepped forward and another "meow" sound came into his ears.

“Huh?”

He suddenly stopped and clearly heard that the sound was different from before.

"Meow meow~~Meow meow~~~"

The sound was panicked, and the sound was shrill, accompanied by the sound of "flying" water, and countless splashes splashed from the water tank.

“It can’t swim…”

Ning Feng was speechless, shook his head and laughed, and subconsciously walked back.

He looked down at the water tank and saw that the little cat really couldn't swim. He kept flapping in the water. Every time he choked in a sip of water, his belly bulged.

"...No." Ning Feng thought the little cat was so fun. He was screaming miserably and was about to be drowned in the water tank in minutes. The little cat was still holding a small fish tightly.

"You have to eat but don't have to die, a little foodie."

A soft smile appeared in Ning Feng's eyes, he reached into the water tank, lifted the soft flesh on the cat's neck, and lifted it up.

What the chicken is like? What the little cat looks like now. The originally fluffy and beautiful hair is attached to the body, and it seems that the whole cat has lost weight, looking extremely sad.

That's it, it still hugged the little fish with four claws, without any slack.

When Ning Feng put it on the ground, the little cat's only remaining consciousness seemed to tell it that the fish could not escape from the water. Then he relaxed his claws with confidence, then lay on the ground in a large shape, spitting out water.

I sneeze from time to time, looking pitiful.

“Hahaha~~~”

For some reason, Ning Feng felt in a good mood when he saw this little cat who was trying to death. He even forgot the threat of the rat outside. He even squatted down with interest and gently pressed it on its belly with one hand.

After a while, the dirt on the edge of the little cat's head was wet. God knows how much water it choked into its stomach at that time.

“Meow~”

As soon as the water left, the little cat immediately became lively and shouted gratefully at Ning Feng, then a tiger pounced on the fish that had no power to struggle after leaving the water.

The next moment, the little cat held up the fish with both paws and stood up with his claws. It was not like holding it with his mouth, and entered the forest from Ning Feng's nose with a swagger.

"interesting."

Ning Feng relaxed, shook his head, and simply stopped the idea of ​​getting food in the forest, and turned around and turned around in the temple.

Back at the altar, he sat cross-legged. He took out the pills that were one of the chief rewards and searched for them for a while, and he was sure to find the fasting pill.

"That big mouse is still eyeing me, so I'd better reduce my movements."

"I can't leave here until my injury is completely recovered. I have at least one effort."

Ning Feng was determined to no longer hesitate, and he raised his head and swallowed the fasting pill in one mouthful, and began a new round of practice of the Nine-Death Practice.

The Sun Method is now unsuccessful, otherwise it would definitely lead to the result of Tongtian Rat. Besides, what he needs now is to recover from his injuries, rather than to improve his cultivation.

In a blink of an eye, another day passed.

Another morning is coming.

Ning Feng's face was a little more bloody. He pushed open the temple and opened it. What caught his eye was something that made him laugh and cry...

"What does this mean?"

Ning Feng squatted down and observed closely, and confirmed that his eyes did not deceive him. There were three neatly arranged small sparrows in front of the ruined temple gate.

He crossed the sparrow and looked at the dilapidated temple under the mossy steps, fearing that others would not see the little cat walking back and forth with his head held high and his chest held high.

Ning Feng seemed to have some insight, pointed at the sparrow, then the little cat, and asked, "You are... going to give it to me?"

The little cat seemed to really understand it, walked over gracefully, walked to Ning Feng, stretched out his fleshy pink claws and nodded the sparrow, nodded, and then his head was like dislocated, tilting up high.

Looking at the little cat like this, Ning Feng couldn't help but swallow. Its expression was clearly arrogant and proud. Every posture and every movement was filled with eight words:
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