noffsinger Chapter 598 I feel a little cold.
Chapter 598 I feel a little cold.
Lin Ci'an suddenly carried him out, carefully holding his injured leg so that his paw could just touch the water. The cold stream flowed over his paw pads, startling Chu Ziyu so much that his ears stood up.
(What a disgrace!)
He was about to struggle, but saw Lin Ci'an take out an oil-paper bag from his arms.
He opened it and found half a sesame cake. He broke it into pieces and placed it in his palm before handing it to me: “I bought it at the market yesterday and secretly saved it for you.”
The aroma of sesame made Chu Ziyu temporarily forget his protest.
He nibbled on the biscuit crumbs while watching Lin Ci'an weave a small cage out of grass stems and put the brave little fish in it.
"Take it home and keep it in the water tank next to the stove."
The young man's eyes sparkled, "This way Xuetuan will have a playmate."
On the way back, it started to rain. Lin Ci'an wrapped him in his clothes and ran wildly under the lotus leaves.
Chu Ziyu leaned against his warm chest, listening to the strong beating of his heart.
Before the evening smoke rose, Old Man Chen set up a small clay stove in the yard.
Lin Ci'an squatted beside him and peeled mushrooms, while Chu Ziyu dozed off on his lap.
Suddenly, he felt a warm touch on his ear - the young man had secretly given him a piece of cooked chicken liver.
"While Grandpa Chen isn't looking."
Lin Ci'an lip-synced, with stove ash on his eyelashes. Chu Ziyu held a chicken liver in his mouth, and the tip of his tail curled up unconsciously. At this moment, he suddenly felt that being an ordinary house cat seemed not bad.
At night, Lin Ci'an insisted on holding him while sleeping.
The moonlight shone through the window, casting a checkered shadow on the young man's sleeping face. Chu Ziyu curled up into a ball and nestled into Lin Ci'an's neck.
Amid the chirping of crickets outside the window, I could faintly hear the sound of Old Man Chen grinding herbs and the occasional sound of a small fish swishing its tail in the water.
It was another late summer evening. Chu Ziyu squatted on the windowsill watching Lin Ci'an weaving bamboo baskets.
As the young man's slender fingers flew, several green bamboos gradually took shape.
Over the past three months, their little house has been equipped with bamboo chairs, a winnowing basket, and a wind chime hung in front of the door - it was made by Lin Ci'an using river clam shells and fishing lines, and it tinkles when the wind blows.
"Look, Snowball."
Lin Ci'an held up the small bamboo cage he had just made and said, "Let's go to the stream to catch fireflies tomorrow. We can use them as lights at night."
Chu Ziyu flicked his tail.
(childish.)
But he still went over to sniff the bamboo cage. Lin Ci'an smelled like hay in the sun, and there were tiny scratches on his fingertips. Ever since he learned bamboo weaving from Old Man Chen, he always had new scratches on his hands.
As dusk deepened, Lin Ci'an suddenly started coughing.
At first he just coughed lightly, then he bent over and dark red blood seeped out from between his fingers.
"fine."
He quickly wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve and smiled at Chu Ziyu, "I caught a cold in the rain the day before yesterday."
Chu Ziyu jumped onto his lap and pressed the pads of his flesh against his forehead—it was incredibly hot.
What frightened him even more was that the faint blue lines under Lin Ci'an's collar were slowly spreading towards his heart.
(Sword Qi backfires!)
6872 suddenly sounded an alarm in his consciousness: "Sword energy resonance is detected in the target's body!"
“Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
"After you lost all your demonic power, my scanning accuracy decreased. He just coughed up blood and triggered the alarm!"
The system brought up a red warning window, "At this rate, the sword energy will penetrate the heart before dawn!"
Lin Ci'an was completely unaware and was still muttering about going to the West Mountain to collect herbs tomorrow.
Until he suddenly stumbled when he stood up and knocked over the bamboo plate where the medicine was dried.
"Xuetuan..." He knelt on the ground and called softly, his pupils already dilated, "I feel... a little cold..."