Zhao Rong did not lie.

The little fox girl really brought him an indescribable sense of solidity.

Not long ago, he started carrying her down the mountain, then boiled water for bathing and rubbed her back, and now he feeds her food one bite at a time.

Zhao Rong felt a little relieved.

And my peaceful place is my hometown.

He tossed and turned last night, thinking hard about what he wanted.

Zhao Rong vaguely seemed to have an answer.

This is something different from 'beauties and soft rice'.

Moreover, it was just like what he told her about the life he wanted when seeing Zhu Yourong off at Huangling Waterfall.

At that time, Zhao Rong felt that going out for a walk, that is, traveling south to cultivate himself, would help him feel at ease and find what he wanted.

But now.

Zhao Rong was a little confused.

Faintly wavering...

"Zhao Rong, have you finished feeding?" Gui said seriously.

"Not yet, soon, what's wrong?" Zhao Rong came to his senses.

"Zhao Rong, are you going to keep feeding her? After putting down the bowl later, can you go into the bucket and feed her in another way?" it asked sincerely.

"..."

"Who do you think I am?" Zhao Rong frowned.

"Human?" Gui thought for a while and asked.

"..."

Zhao Rong understood Sword Spirit's urging and was afraid that he would be immersed in the gentle land and not leave.

Afterwards, he enjoyed this rare warm moment for a moment.

I also knew that it wouldn't last long. After all, Su Xiaoxiao couldn't stay here for too long and would have to go back.

After some fun and play.

Zhao Rong stood up, put his rice bowl in the food box, and smiled at Su Xiaoxiao:

"Okay, it's time to get out of the bath. If you continue to soak, you can get into the pot directly after you come out."

With a joke, he prepared to turn around.

At this time, the little hand that had always been wet reached out from the bucket, grabbed the corner of Zhao Rong's clothes, and pulled.

Feel the resistance below.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Rong turned around.

"Zhao Lang." The little fox demon glanced at his expression and whispered, "Are you still injured?"

Zhao Rong was stunned, looked down and around, shook his head, "It seems to be gone, what's wrong?"

Su Xiaoxiao hesitated for a while, then her face became solemn, she nodded her head and said seriously: "Zhao Lang, why don't you come in, I'll rub your back, and by the way... check your body!"

Zhao Rong: "???"

Return: "…………"

Sword Spirit is really numb.

Not long ago, the righteous heroine lured the dragon deep into the palace and fought bloody battles in the cold palace.

What's coming now?

An innocent fox demon strayed into Longtan, and there was fox fur all over the place?

Enough.

His face remained expressionless.

At this moment, the little fox demon held him tightly and refused to let go. His little face was red, but he spoke with righteousness:

"I'm still a little worried about the Li Nu sister named Luo Xiu. After all, she is an outsider. Otherwise... or let Xiaoxiao check her body again... Ugh! It hurts!"

She was just halfway through speaking when her face suddenly turned bitter, she shrank her head and covered her forehead with both hands.

It turned out that I ate a ‘big chestnut’.

Zhao Rong took back his hand, dumbfounded and said: "Check your big-headed devil, check your body..."

He was speechless, picked up the food box, and turned to leave.

"Zhao Lang, are you going back?" the little fox demon suddenly asked.

Zhao Rong paused.

"Are Sister Lingfei and the others waiting for you to go back for dinner?" She looked at his back and tilted her head curiously.

Zhao Rong did not look back, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

He immediately walked out of the bathroom screen that blocked the mist.

Su Xiaoxiao followed the man's back with her eyes until he disappeared.

…

Zhao Rong carried the food box, opened the curtain, and left the camp.

The moonlight and night wind came across the surface.

He stood at the door for a while, looking up at the sparse stars and bright moon above his head.

Be quiet for a moment.

Zhao Rong turned around.

Walk calmly towards the kitchen.

In the distance, some divorced women from the Band Division and the Forbidden Army soldiers standing guard frequently turned their heads to look.

Zhao Rong turned a deaf ear.

"...Are Sister Lingfei and the others waiting for you to go back for dinner?"

Su Xiaoxiao's voice sounded faintly in his ears again.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips.

Suddenly he turned his head and looked in the direction of a certain home.

Did Qingjun Qianer receive the farewell letter he left at the intersection?

Or...are they still waiting for him to go back for dinner?

Hold your chin in the house and stare at the bright moon outside the window in a daze?

He reheated the plates of food that he usually took off his chopsticks over and over again...

Under the dark night, the man walking with a food box couldn't help but think about it.

"I told you not to wait for me and to eat first..."

In the cold night wind, the man who was about to go south tonight rubbed his face and whispered softly...

…

Take a break.

Zhao Rong returned from the kitchen. At this time, the food box in his hand had been replaced.

This is a new paint box for pastries and fruits.

It was prepared when he asked the chefs from the accompanying Dali Imperial Kitchen to prepare meals.

"It should be enough for this stupid girl. Uncle Xiaobai will come to pick her up later and let her take it back... There is also some wine. I will give it all to Uncle Xiaobai later. Trust him again."

Zhao Rong nodded mentally.

Immediately, he took out the communication jade gourd, lowered his head and sent out the message. Soon, he also received a positive response...

When Zhao Rong returned to the camp, a slow little lazy fox seemed to have finally come out of the bath.

Zhao Rong walked in with a food box and saw that the bathtub behind the screen was empty. He looked around the deserted hall, curled his lips and walked towards the back room.

really.

On the bed in the back room, the small quilt that had been folded neatly when Qingjun left was now spread out.

There was a bulge in the quilt.

If there isn’t a ‘fox’, what is there?

Zhao Rong walked over and lifted the quilt ruthlessly, "Get up quickly, it's time to leave later."
To be continued...