Fast Transmigration Heroine God Can't Escape

Chapter 260 Deja vu meow returns (5)

The first time I saw him was in a cave at the foot of the mountain, the boy was sitting in the dim light, I couldn't see his face clearly, only the blue-white gauze robe fluttering.

I thought to myself, this must be a beautiful woman, who would have thought of a little boy.

Her skin was as white as if she had never seen the sun since she was born, and her blue hair was as soft as black satin, swaying slightly in the wind.

Looking at those unusually golden eyes, I guessed that he was the second prince of Canggong—the prince with golden pupils that is said to meet once in ten thousand years.

He held a flute in his hand, which was made of fine jade, and it matched his gauze robe very well.

It's just that when I heard him playing the flute, the humming was out of tune at all. I guess I was a beginner and couldn't play it.

As I watched him, those golden eyes followed me from foot to head.

When I hid in the cave, it was raining heavily outside, and I already looked like a drowned rat.

Drops of water dripped into the eyes along the broken hair, I raised my hand to wipe my face first, and then smiled at him: "My name is Zhesang."

"Do you know how that guy answered?" Zhesang teased the kitten in his arms with his index finger.

Guling meowed, chasing after his hand with her claws: "Say it, say it."

Zhesang glanced at Cang Yi, who was not in a bright mood at the moment, and said, "He is arrogant by nature, so he just replied 'oh'."

"Meow!" What an unpleasant guy!
Gu Ling looked back at Cang Yi with disgust, Cang Yi's eyes lit up with hope, and she reached out to pick her up, but Gu Ling ignored her and turned her head back, continuing to listen to Zhe Sang's story.

Just when I was so angry that I wanted to go up and punch this guy, there was a third sound in the hole, a very pleasant sound like a silver bell.

Cang Yi suddenly stood up and strode towards the door, kicking the palace door hard with his foot: "Zhesang, you are not allowed to mention her again."

After saying this, the man left without any hesitation or nostalgia.

It seemed that there was someone else who was affectionate towards Mao Mao before.

Gu Ling raised her small head to look at Zhesang intently, then meowed, urging him to continue talking.

Zhesang didn't understand her cat language this time, and fondled her ear: "Little cat, oh little cat, find out with your own heart what you want to know."

He no longer narrated the love of the past, but picked up Gu Ling and followed quickly.

After tossing and turning the palace gates, Zhesang finally found him in front of a lotus pond following the faint and slender sound of the flute in the wind.

Gu Ling sniffed the bamboo fragrance lightly, she had already confirmed that the smell came from Cang Yi.

With a faint bamboo fragrance, he is as cold and aloof as he is, unique in his own way.

Cang Yi stood in the dusk, his gray-purple robe was in sharp contrast to the red and green pool.

The sound of the flute stopped, but the jade flute was tightly held in the man's hand which was hidden behind his back. The flute had lost its luster after he played it, but he still refused to let go.

Zhesang stared at him blankly, and suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "This is the piece that Xiling taught you to play! I miss it so much, that time..."

Cang Yi broke the jade flute when he heard the words: "I said don't talk about her, you go back."

The broken jade flute turned into smoke and turned into a green lotus in the pond.

How many jade flutes would have to be broken to have this lively lotus pond—how many times would I have to play that tune, how many times would I miss Xiling?
Gu Ling opened her eyes wide, feeling that Cang Yi was so lonely for a moment.

The sky began to rain spasmodically, which meant that Cang Yi was also raining in his heart.

I really want to know what kind of person Na Xiling is.

It's just that at this time Gu Ling felt that her hair was wet and stuck to her body, which made her very uncomfortable.

"Meow~" She tried her best to get into Zhesang's clothes to hide from the rain.

But it was pulled out mercilessly by a big palm and thrown to the ground.

There was severe pain around the body, as if it was about to fall apart.

"You don't want a little beast that doesn't recognize its owner."

The sparse raindrops instantly turned into a fine rain curtain, rustling against the plants on the island.

Gu Ling looked at Cang Yi, who couldn't make out his expression, and walked around his feet a few times, trying to act like a baby.

Finally, with a weak cry, he fell into a small puddle.

Zhesang noticed the change of expression in Cang Yi's eyes, and said on purpose: "Tsk, the kitten born this time is the most fragile, so I'm afraid it's dead now?"

Cang Yi's heart seemed to be slashed by a sharp weapon.

(End of this chapter)