Mei Zhuyu sat beside the bed, holding a tabby cat in her arms, and was stunned for a while. When his hands touched the warm and soft hair, he truly understood the fact that Wu Zhen was the tabby cat that he often could see.

Wu Zhen didn't know why, but after becoming a cat, he didn't have any evil spirit. He looked no different from an ordinary cat, so he didn't care at all before.

But now that he knew, Mei Zhuyu had to care. He began to unconsciously recall when he met a tabby cat before. First of all, he suddenly understood what happened to Wu Zhen’s clothes when he found Wu Zhen’s clothes under the bed. This made him puzzled the problem for a long time, and finally he was untied. After suddenly awakening, the appearance and movements of the tabby cat, which was not clear in his memory, began to become clear.

Mei Zhuyu remembered that he had seen tabby cats many times at home and in the government office. It was the earliest time to go back to before they decided to get married, the tabby cat appeared on the tung tree branch outside his government office. At that time, the tung tree was blooming. When he turned his head, he saw a tabby cat pressing the tung tree branch and falling heavily.

She looked at him with a strange and curious look, and later she took advantage of him going out and jumped to his desk. She accidentally stepped on the ink of her claws and stepped on the black claw marks on the piece of paper he had abandoned. He had to use the water he brought back to drink to wash her claws. At that time, he just felt that the cat's eyes were a little spiritual. Seeing that she looked at her black claws a little disgusted, she helped.

Thinking of this, Mei Zhuyu unconsciously pinched a front paw of the tabby cat in her arms, which was the one that she had stepped on Mo.

Wu Zhenben closed his eyes and calmed down, controlling the plague that was running around in his body. When she felt the subtle movement on her claws, she suddenly laughed softly and said, "I suddenly remembered the first time I went to see you."

"My father said someone dared to marry me. I was thinking about which man who was desperate for life was so brave. When I was curious, I secretly turned into this and looked at you."

She didn't care about this marriage at that time, and it was just boring to see him. But later the husband washed her paws, raised her sleeves, and asked her to wipe her paws. Wu Zhen suddenly felt that this young husband was very interesting, and suddenly felt a little closer in his heart.

"sorry."

Wu Zhen suddenly heard this sentence and said strangely: "You suddenly said to me that you are sorry for what you did."

Mei Zhuyu held her hairy paws, "I don't know it's you, I've neglected you." He remembered that there were two times when the cat was about to get into his arms to sleep, and he was carried aside. Then she ran out in disappointment. If that was really an ordinary cat, he certainly didn't care, but once he found out that it was Wu Zhen, Mei Zhuyu felt that he was doing something wrong.

He didn't say it clearly, but Wu Zhen thought of going with him again. She laughed out loud and stepped on his palm lazily, "I missed the opportunity to be close to my wife. Isn't the loss of the husband even greater? Why do you say sorry to me now?"

Mei Zhuyu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that what she said made sense, so she began to feel that she had missed the opportunity and wasted a lot of time. She couldn't help but hug the cat group in her arms tightly.

He is not a cat lover. There are many nobles in Chang'an who love to raise these animals. There are many cats, but he does not have such preferences. But now, looking at Wu Zhen's cat, he suddenly feels that the cat looks a special cuteness in his eyes.

It feels furry and smooth. The small and soft one is different from Wu Zhen in normal times.

Wu Zhen felt the two carefully strokes on his back, so he simply turned around and exposed his belly, "Help rub his stomach, and he was full of plague, so he could hold on."

Mei Zhuyu looked at the softer white hair on her belly, reached out to touch it, and then touched it again. Wu Zhen's belly was bulging, as if he was over, but he could feel the chaos of the plague. It was obvious that Wu Zhen was swallowing too much and swallowing it too much. Although her tone was relaxed and lazy, she showed nothing, but Mei Zhuyu stumbled her hand on her belly and understood that Wu Zhen was enduring the huge pain at this moment.

Mei Zhuyu had no other thoughts at the moment. She fumbled along her belly more carefully for a while, and after thinking carefully, she became calculating.

Wu Zhen was feeling comfortable being rubbed by Lang Jun's stomach, but he felt that he suddenly put himself down and walked out of the room. Wu Zhen only heard Lang Jun call Shuangjian outside, and the two of them whispered something. After a while, Lang Jun came back, holding a few pieces of wood in his hand.

Seeing that he was heading to the study, Wu Zhen raised his claws, "Lang Jun--"

Mei Zhuyu turned back, picked her up and went to the study together. Wu Zhen was in his arms, opened his eyes to see what he was going to do.

In order to control the plague god, he scratched his hand and had already bandaged it. Now he pulled the cloth apart and squeezed the wound that had not yet begun to heal. Some blood dripped out in the jade plate, and mixed it with cinnabar inside. After mixing the blood cinnabar, he put out the wood chips he had just taken from Frost River.

Wu Zhen saw it clearly that it was all peach wood, but the origins were different, and the colors were slightly different. Mei Zhuyu picked up each piece and looked at it carefully, and finally chose the one with the darkest and smallest color.

After choosing, he soaked the peach wood chips with blood and cinnabar, and then started to carve the talisman with bright red hands. When he was doing these things, Wu Zhen watched quietly without saying a word.

His husband was a Taoist priest. Wu Zhen realized this again that his movements were familiar and natural, and the movements of engraving were not dragged on. Wu Zhen could even feel that every moment he made a stroke, a ray of spiritual energy burst out from the peach wood talisman. His every move and expression were different from the past when he handled official documents of the Ministry of Justice.

It looks so beautiful. Wu Zhen thought about it leisurely, and just watched him meticulously engrave the talisman. When the talisman was completed, he saw a flash of light, and the small plate of blood and cinnabar were absorbed, and the peach wood chip suddenly looked much darker in color.

At this time, a knock on the door sounded, Mei Zhuyu came in, and Taoist Master Shuangjiang came in with a bowl of water and placed it on the side of Mei Zhuyu's desk, "Uncle Master, the rootless rainwater has been collected."

It was raining outside now, and it was raining for a day. After this rain, it should be sunny. Wu Zhen thought distractedly, and saw Taoist Master Shuangjiang keep looking at the peach wood chips on Mei Zhuyu's hand.

He seemed to have endured it, but he couldn't help it and asked, "Uncle Master, do you want to make a peach wood sword? Is this peach wood too small?"

Mei Zhuyu said, "No." After that, he clamped his peach wood chips with his fingers and said a few words. The wood chips with his fingers suddenly ignited, and Mei Zhuyu threw them into the bowl of rootless water.

The burning wood chips were poured into the water and did not extinguish it. Instead, they poured into the water and burned quietly until they were completely burned.

Taoist Master Shuangjiang's eyes changed from the burning of the wood chip. He was stunned at first, then turned into fleshy pain. Finally, when the wood chips burned, he seemed to be unable to bear to look directly, and his eyes were all aimed at one side. His expression seemed to be like someone was ruining his treasure in front of him, but he could not stop it. He tried hard to suppress his heartache.

Mei Zhuyu didn't look at him, but it was like eyes on the top of his head. He saw his expression and shook the bowl of water and said, "Don't be lazy, practice well, sooner or later you can use raw peach wood to draw the evil-stop talisman."

Frostfall: I will probably be able to draw it in thirty years.

Seeing that Taoist Master Shuangjiang responded, Wu Zhen looked at him more often. Taoist Master Shuangjiang was always very cold and arrogant. Why is he so well-behaved now? The common proud look disappeared. Wu Zhen felt that he seemed a little afraid of his husband and felt a little strange.

In her opinion, although Lang Jun is not gentle, he is also a person who is easy to get along with. He is afraid of him? As for?

She thought to herself that a bowl of black water appeared in front of her, which was the bowl of rootless water that had been burned by Mei Zhuyu.

"It will be better if you drink this." Mei Zhuyu put the bowl close to Wu Zhen's cat's head.

Wu Zhen looked at the thing he made. Although he didn't believe it, he still licked her face because the little man had bleeding from her. At that moment, a bitter smell filled her entire mouth. The smell was really indescribable and she could never swallow it.

Wu Zhen swallowed the plague energy of the plague god. Although it was very uncomfortable, he would not die. After a while, the plague energy in his stomach would be digested. She was used to swallowing these things indiscriminately, and it was not uncomfortable once or twice. It would be better to have a year or two to ask her to drink this kind of thing.

Wu Zhen said sorry, and got up and wanted to run away, but Mei Zhuyu discovered the intention and grabbed it.

"Don't be afraid, it will get better soon." Mei Zhuyu's voice was low and gentle, but his movements were not very good. He was strong again. Wu Zhen was now trapped in the sun and was tragically flooded with talisman water. When the husband poured the bowl of black into his stomach, she had already lost half of her cat's life and became a cat cake that was worse than death on Mei Zhuyu's hands.

Put down the bowl, Mei Zhuyu gently caresses the cat's head and comforts her, "It's okay."

It's nothing! If it weren't for his husband, Wu Zhen would have cursed him.

She only felt bitter in her mouth, and her torn and painful stomach gradually stopped hurting, but something started to squirm inside.

The tabby cat grinded its paws irritably, then opened its mouth and made a sound of vomiting. As her continued vomiting, a black fluffy ball was spit out of her mouth. The hair balls were the hair balls formed by Fu Shui absorbed the plague in her abdomen. Wu Zhen spat out a small pile of black hair balls in one breath, and his bloated belly shrank visible to the naked eye.

Mei Zhuyu's cuffs were scratched by the cat's claws, and a hole was hooked. But he didn't care. He stared at the tabby cat and touched her belly from time to time. After finding that the plague was slowly being discharged, he also relaxed a lot.

However, after spitting out the hair, the tabby cat exploded immediately. He jumped onto the table and smashed the bowl on the ground, then jumped out of the window and ran away.

Plum Zhuyu:...?

"……lady?"

Mei Zhuyu looked at the window, then turned to see Frost, with a little confused expression on her face, "What's wrong?"

After watching the cat abuse scene after Shuangjiang watched the scene of the junior master's abuse, he pointed to a tuft of cat hair between Mei Zhuyu's fingers. In order to suppress the cat's drinking talisman water, his junior master, who was extremely powerful, almost pulled the hair on the cat's head bald.

However, Mei Zhuyu was not at all aware of it. After discovering the hair in his hand, he was very surprised and worried, and frowned, "How could the hair fall off? Could it be caused by the plague?"
Chapter completed!