I'm afraid I have a fake mink

Su Yi stared blankly at the blood-stained dagger, and was shocked by the sudden accident, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

"I...I, I didn't do it on purpose...I didn't mean to hurt you..." Su Yi looked at the bleeding wound on the sable's claws helplessly, thinking Peng Peng was afraid of hurting the sable, so anxious that he even cried in his voice: "Be patient, I'll go and find out if there is any medicine... You, don't go!"

Not even thinking about putting on his shoes, Su Yi stood up and ran out in a hurry.

"Zhizhi—" Hey, don't worry, I didn't. ． ． ． ． ．

Sable hadn't finished speaking when he saw that the child hadn't run two steps before he staggered suddenly and stuck to the ground without moving.

"...Squeak?" What's the situation?

Sable tentatively took two steps closer, squatted beside him and waited silently for several minutes. After confirming that the child was really unconscious, purple light flashed on the fur claws, and the wound that was still bleeding just now disappeared immediately. The blood on the claws was cleaned up.

The sable circled around the child a few times, stepped on the child tentatively with its hairy claws, and found that the child had fainted out of nowhere and should wake up in a while, but there was no wound on his body. Not sure what caused it.

Could it be the dagger?

Sable squatted down beside the child solemnly, and glanced sharply at the dagger on the ground with a pair of beady eyes, only to find that the blood stains on the dagger had disappeared.

What is the origin of this dagger?How could a human cub with no parents in a small village have such a dagger in his hand?

Sablewood had a very serious expression on his furry face, and was concentrating on thinking, but was disturbed by the slight trembling of the children around him.

"Squeaky?" What's wrong?Cold?

Sable stared at the peas, looked up at the two high beds, and looked at the pig-like unconscious pig beside him, and sighed helplessly.

I don't know if it's the moonlight outside the window or the light from the tall building opposite. Through the wide open window, it spills into this somewhat dark bedroom, casting a shadow on the ground, reflecting a hairy head with two small pointed ears.

In the blink of an eye, the hairy head reflected on the ground disappeared and turned into the silhouette of a tall man.

Zhuang Ze squatted down, and gently turned the child who was lying face down on the ground, with one hand resting on the back of the child's neck, and the other picked up the child's knees, and carefully picked up the child. Slowly put him back on the bed, pulled the quilt over and covered him carefully.

Zhuang Ze picked up the dagger that fell on the ground, put the dagger back into the sheath and placed it next to the child's pillow, and wiped the blood on the ground with a paper towel before quietly sitting down beside the child's bed.

Seeing the little boy sleeping on the bed like a piglet, with his white and tender face sunk in the soft pillow, Zhuang Ze snorted unhappily, and stretched out his hand to pinch the boy's fleshy cheek as if to vent his anger. pinch.

Tsk, the brat is so naughty!

With so many things going on, I have to let this king clean it up!

It's outrageous!Must be well educated!

Zhuang Ze seemed to have forgotten who had to use Maoclaw to scratch the edge of the dagger on purpose, and he put all the blame on the child with peace of mind, and turned back into a sable with satisfaction, Maoclaw stomped back and forth on the child's pillow .

Smelling the faint scent of milk on the little boy's body, the sable sat down next to the little boy contentedly, poking the little boy's cheek cheeks dishonestly with a pair of hairy claws.

Tsk, since the brat misses him so much, he should stay here for a while!

After all, it is the king's favorite cub, such a small request can still be granted!

The author has something to say:

Sable: I, Sable King, are generous!

After finishing the test, my heart was bleeding, my grades were okay, I only got two mistakes, but the pain of passing the correct answer, alas, let’s not talk about it