Grandpa is such a bunny

The fuzz on the pompom is soft and fluffy, blown all around so it looks like a fluffy cotton candy.

Qian Fan's palm was pressed against the lump of cotton, his clear and beautiful eyes were full of shock and suspicion, his whole body was stiff, he didn't dare to move, he even subconsciously held his breath, his mind became muddled, his heart was pounding Boom.

He didn't dare to move, but the marshmallow on Tubo's buttocks moved happily, rubbing against his palms flatteringly, making his palms itch, and his heart also itch.

Qian Fan slowly forced himself to wake up, exhaled a long breath, and quickly looked at Tubo's face in the blink of an eye, and saw the twists and turns sticking out of the beast's black hair pink and white long ears.

Even though he was startled by the tail just now, when he saw the long ears on Tubo's head, Qian Fan felt that he was still deeply frightened, and his dignified demeanor, which was immobile, was frightened to pieces. I couldn't even pick it up, so I could only look at the young man in my arms in a daze.

I don't know how long it has passed, maybe it's just a moment, his heart is still crazily hanging on the cliff, letting the wind blow and rain, but his body has already betrayed him, and his fingers have touched Tuba's soft ears at some point, and they are in his hair and Shuttle and caress the roots of the rabbit ears.

"My brother said to find us a big rabbit."

"Qianfan's rabbit fate is also very good."

"What do you mean?"

"You will know in the future."

"Why does the donor like to eat carrots so much?"

"Naturally."

"Bunny is so cute, no one will not like it."

The big rabbit who met his eyes in Linfeng County, the rabbit who was accidentally rescued in Dali Temple, the person who will be followed by the little rabbit wherever he goes, the young man who only likes to eat carrots every day, everyone in Luo'an City knows everything. People who don't know are trying to catch up quickly, on the way to the imperial capital that day, they didn't hear something but didn't understand it - Qian Fan closed his eyes, every word he said in the past echoed in his ears, his heart softened. It was a mess, all the sensations gathered in his arm, tiny nerves climbed up his fingertips, greedily and obsessively stroking to feel the softness under his hand.

Tubo, Attu.

Qianfan raised the corners of his lips and smiled, his eyes seemed to melt ice and snow, and everything was born.

Tubo, who didn't know that he had exposed his secrets, coughed twice. Qianfan healed the wound on his back, put his own robe on him, looked at the head with long ears in his arms, and thought After thinking about it, he tried to stretch out his hand, summoned his spiritual power to stick it on his long ear, and touched the crease on the one he had drooped, his eyes dimmed, "I'll wait for you to tell me everything about you."

After all, the pair of long ears and the fluffy ball on the butt shrank back under his spiritual power. Seeing that he had successfully wrapped the stuffing for him again, Qianfan breathed out for a moment, hugged the man... the rabbit left the valley jungle.

The greeter and Qin Chuxin waited outside the forest for a while, and finally waited for Qianfan.

"The poor monk has already bandaged him for the trauma, and his internal injuries are not easy to travel far. Donor Qin, the poor monk sent someone to escort you back to the imperial capital." Qianfan looked at her, "Does the benefactor know what we are traveling for? "

Qin Chuxin looked at the unconscious Tubo in his arms, nodded, touched his waist, and was surprised, "My purse fell on the carriage."

The sky had already darkened, and the cold wind was blowing. Qianfan's hand attached to Tubo's back secretly exerted force, continuously sending heat into Tubo's body, "There is no need to look for it, the purse has fallen into Zhang Dingcheng's hands, can the benefactor tell Did I write something on it?"

Qin Chuxin panicked, "There are two things that can prove that Zhang Dingcheng is corrupt and accepts bribes, the ledger and the bills. The ledger is in the food box I gave Mr. Tu, and the purse is where the bills written by Chen Feng are hidden. If Lost, do they already know the location of the bill?"

Qian Fan looked at her, "Can the receipt be hidden under the acacia tree in the front yard of Madam Gao Zhang Yinxiang's Bajiao Linglong Pavilion?"

Qin Chuxin was surprised, "You found it?"

Qian Fan looked at the person in his arms, nodded and smiled, "Yeah." Turning around, he said in a low voice, "You will escort Qin benefactor back to the imperial capital, and cooperate with Lord Du to present the evidence to His Majesty."

The man in black responded and took Qin Chuxin out of the valley.

Night | As the night falls, the moon shines in the forest, speckles of silver light spread on Qianfan's shoulders, he stares down at the sleepy young man, and his voice is low and sweet, "I'm here, go to sleep."

In Xishan Wen'an Temple, Du Yun kept walking back and forth in the temple, sometimes stopping to take a look at the bright moon hanging in the sky, his brows were so frowning that he could pinch a mosquito to death.

"Zhang Dingcheng sent someone to kill me. He already knows that we are going to sue him for corruption." Du Yun stopped, "He won't let it go. We must hurry up and hand over the pleadings before he destroys all the evidence. to the Emperor."

There is an old pine tree in the yard, with the westerly wind blowing, the needles and leaves are as dense as an umbrella cover, under the tree sits a handsome man in white robes, waving a bamboo fan in early winter, "It's no use worrying you before the witness arrives." .”

Du Yun turned around, "Why hasn't Tubo come back yet? Where is Zen Master Shanyue?"

Ever since he was hunted down by Zhang Dingcheng and brought to this temple by a group of people who did not know his friends or enemies, he has not heard from the outside world for a day and a night.

Xie Yuxian propped his chin with a fan, and looked coolly at the wall of the temple. Inside the wall, there were ancient wells and bells in Buddhist temples, and old trees.

"You don't know?" Mentioning this matter, Xie Yu was sullen, "Your family caught up with a killer on the way, and his whereabouts are unknown. Shanyue took someone to look for it herself."

Du Yun was taken aback, and rushed to him, "Old Tu met the killer, and his whereabouts are unknown?"

Xie Yuxian leaned back, frowned and pressed his fan against his neckline, "Well, the slave of the Zhang family brought back a bloody carriage, that's why Zhang Dingcheng suddenly killed you."

After speaking, he saw a layer of anger appearing on the good man's face in front of him. Du Yun stood up and turned his back to him.

Xie Yuxian felt bad, and walked over, "Don't worry, he's good at martial arts, so he should be fine." He looked at Du Yun with a still cold face, and asked, "What are you looking at?" Woolen cloth?"

Du Yun raised his head and looked at the sky, "The moon."

"Huh? There is Chang'e on the moon, do you want a wife?"

Du Yun looked down at him with a gloomy face, the moonlight reflected in his eyes, flashing a cold light, "There is a rabbit on the moon."

After finishing speaking, Du Yun flicked his sleeves and said in a low voice, "Don't wait, Mr. Xie, we will go to the palace tonight to play for Your Majesty!"

Xie Yu was taken aback for a moment, Du Yun had already turned around and strode back to the room to pack his things.

"Hey, do you know that in the woods outside the wall are the slaves and thugs of Zhang's mansion in ambush, waiting for you to go out and stab you into a bloody basket."

Du Yun hugged the box containing the account books and bills, suppressed the anger and worry in his heart, and said in a cold voice, "If I can't even protect my own people, I don't care about this official and this life!"

No matter how the wolf with the big tail is tailing, it is still a wolf after all, if it dares to invade, it will open its sharp teeth to bite a piece of your flesh.

Previously, Xie Yuxian always thought that Du Yun was a capitalized 'counseling', until he wrapped the box in a bag and carried it on his back, walked to the temple's painted red gate, put his hand on the latch, and turned his back to him Said, "Young Master Xie, don't go out, this matter has nothing to do with you, don't get dirty again."

"I really don't need to think about it anymore? At least when Shanyue comes back, with witnesses in hand, I can feel more at ease."

"No need."

Du Yun's back was straight and straight, with a spine poking in front of the mountain gate. His broad shoulders seemed to be able to block the strong wind and rain blowing from the mountain forest. It was inexplicably reassuring. I have tasted the words "deep affection and righteousness" in the book, treating the people, brothers, and a stranger like him.

With a creak, the hand on the latch suddenly opened the door.

Just as the red-painted old wooden door was opened a crack, dozens of arrows roared from the dark forest, and a gust of wind in the forest blew the trees.

Xie Yuxian grabbed Du Yun over, and two attendants flew out behind him to block him. He tapped the folding fan on his wrist, and a sword as thin as a cicada's wing appeared in his hand under the moonlight, " Blocker, kill!"

The killing intent suddenly surfaced in the mountains and forests.

At the foot of the pitch-black West Mountain, a cluster of flames illuminated Zhang Dingcheng's old face, his wrinkled face was full of sullenness, his teeth were clenched, and he said coldly, "Du Yun, what a prefect of Luo'an, first I wish you, Lord Hou, Then there is the dead King Zhao of Youzhou, and now he has his idea on the old man's head, if this is the case, don't blame the old man for being merciless!"

The officials beside him trembled tremblingly, and when the fire shone on his face, it turned out to be Lord Yushitai of the Inspectorate.

"If the account book is handed over to His Majesty, you, me, and we all..." Yu Shitai couldn't help wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Zhang Dingcheng's cold eyes cut off his unfinished words.

"Come here, block the forest, the old man will let him escape with wings!"

In the deep forest in early winter, the cold stars tremble, and the lights of the city that never sleeps are intertwined. The huge and fortified city gate blocks the extravagant fireworks and human voices, leaving a dark, gloomy and chilling outside the city gate.

There are always people who are decadent in extravagance, while others are moving forward among thorns.

There is an orchard three miles away from Wild Wolf Valley. Beside the grove is a thatched hut built by farmers to take care of the orchard. At this time, Lindong is deserted and uninhabited. Qianfan took Tubo to live temporarily.

The simple door leaf at least blocked the cold wind at night. The thatched hut was only an inch wide, and there was no bed board. It was only piled up with straw in a corner, covered with crumpled and dirty mattresses.

Qian Fan spread the cloak left by the man in black on the straw, and put Tuba down gently.

This beast can shine brightly with a little sunshine, and it doesn't make a fuss if it holds straw. It turns into a snow-white pompom, plunges into the straw, hugs its two long ears into its arms, curls up, and sticks out its little butt. Coughing stuffy.

He was seriously injured, except for a wind blade cut on his back, his spiritual power was damaged, and his internal organs also showed signs of bleeding. He coughed up blood when he moved, and the rabbit fur next to his three-petal mouth was soon stained with a dazzling scarlet .

Sitting next to him, Qian Fan finally realized what it means to be distressed, wishing she could suffer all the injuries and pains for him.

He stretched out his fingers to push aside a bit of straw, stuck it to the soft belly of the rabbit, and slowly transferred his spiritual power to it.

Qianfan does not cultivate alchemy in Zen practice, and he will not intentionally cultivate the Yuandan in his body. Besides, he entered the pure Buddhist sect, which is far from the way of demons, so he did not dare to transfer all his spiritual power to him for a while. Anti-backlash.

The warm spiritual power poured into the body, swimming in the meridian blood, Tubo felt better, no longer curled up to sleep, opened his little paws, let go of his ears, and stretched his body sideways.

Qian Fan stroked his cotton candy-like tail and soft belly with his fingers, rubbed against his long pink ears, gently rubbed the blood off his lips with his fingertips, and stayed on those small closed eyes for a moment.

"Atu..."

A sigh floated into the winter wind, and scattered in the remote mountains and empty forests. If there is a spirit, when the spring comes next year, it may bloom a field of pink and white.

In fact, Tubo didn't sleep very peacefully. Goodbye Ji Tong, the place on his right ear that was broken off years ago seemed to be cracked again, and he was so painful that his whole body was uncomfortable.

Numerous fragments flashed before his eyes like fleeting images, innocent, naïve, heartbroken, and obsessively poured into his brain, constantly recurring, constantly experiencing, and constantly tormenting him.

Whenever he yelled to stop at the top of his lungs, he would freeze on the last scene—the child was covered in blood, and said weakly, "Don't hate him..."

Tu Bai's closed eyes were wet, he covered his eyes with his small paws, and murmured back to her, "You forget about him...girl."

He stretched out his claws to touch his eyes, moved, and woke up.

The moment he kicked his legs, Qian Fan closed his eyes and leaned aside, pretending that he didn't see anything.