Moonlit Magic of Winter Woods Chapter 9

Secretly sucking in Yin Qi and was discovered

Harlow Jiang quickly retracted her hand after touching it, trying to hide it and explained: "Well, you have cotton wadding in your hair..."

After saying that, he quickly opened the door and went out.

The Milo Little looked at his master's leaving figure. He first put away his plush ears, and then imitated his master's actions and touched the top of his head.

Was it because he was picking cotton wool that he was patted on the head? I thought the owner liked touching it...

I really like having my head touched by the owner. It's very comfortable, but the plush ears can't be found.

Harlow Jiang bought two more buckets of brown rice, so when cooking at noon today, she carefully put in more rice.

She stood in the kitchen made of a small shed, looking at the snowflakes flying like pieces of paper in the yard. Her eyes were filled with mist, and she thought of the little mute in the house again.

The little mute is so virtuous.

He was afraid that her cotton-padded clothes would be out of cotton, so he kept gesticulating to stop her.

Harlow Jiang leaned against the pillar supporting the shed, crossing her arms and thinking wildly.

I don’t know what the little mute thinks about her. It would be great if the little mute is willing to stay and live together.

The little mute is beautiful and virtuous, and she will treat him well.

but......

The little mute suffered so much inhuman torture and was even "bullied" by bad women.

Harlow Jiang felt that if she asked rashly, the little mute was so timid that even if she didn't want to, he would definitely not dare to disobey her.

But what Harlow Jiang wanted was sincerity. Only if the little mute liked her and was really willing to stay.

Harlow Jiang didn't want to force others into trouble, nor did she want to repay a favor, but it was hard to speak now, so she might as well forget it.

The little mute was injured so seriously. It will take him a month to recover. Let's nurse him first.

Let the little mute decide whether to stay or not when the time comes.

Harlow Jiang cooked the porridge and returned to the house with the bowl in hand.

I saw that the little mute was really virtuous, and he was very good at needlework. In such a short time, he sewed all the cotton clothes, and now he is wearing them.

The little mute wore a cotton coat, and his pale face gradually recovered from the cold.

Harlow Jiang didn't put down her hands and said with a smile: "Let me take a look."

When the Milo Little saw his master smiling, he also smiled... and climbed down.

"Stand up." Harlow Jiang said to him.

The Milo Little shook his head and pointed at his legs.

Harlow Jiang carefully understood the little mute's gestures and asked, "Can't you stand up?"

The Milo Little nodded.

"Then go back to bed. The ground is cold." Harlow Jiang walked to the bed and sat down.

It turns out that the little mute is still a little lame!

Was he beaten lame?

This is too pitiful. I wonder if both legs are lame. When I go to the woods to collect firewood, I can find some wood to make a pair of crutches for the little mute.

The Milo Little crawled back onto the bed obediently, took the bowl with both hands, and saw that there was much more porridge in the bowl than last time. He stretched his neck to look at the owner's bowl...

See if the owner gave you the wrong bowl.

Harlow Jiang saw his actions and explained: "I bought some more rice today, so I can eat more and eat with peace of mind."

The Milo Little felt relieved now and sipped the porridge in small sips.

The warm porridge was eaten down, and the medicine was also applied to the tongue. The pain when swallowing food was not so severe. The Milo Little felt so comfortable that his plush ears were exposed again.

Harlow Jiang had been waiting to see this scene. She was so poor that she could only drink plain porridge every day, without even having some pickles. Now she could look at the little mute's beautiful ears and drink porridge, feeling happy and treating it as a side dish.

It's just...it would be better if I could touch it.

Of course, she was just thinking.

After the two of them finished their porridge, the Milo Little stretched out his slender arms that were still shackled, waiting to take the empty bowl from his master.

Now that he is wearing thick cotton clothes, he can withstand the wind and snow outside. He wants to go out to wash the dishes!

Today, no matter what, I can’t let the master wash the dishes anymore!

Harlow Jiang saw the little mute holding his empty bowl tightly in his arms, while his other hand was still gesticulating desperately.

Harlow Jiang understood it. He understood this action yesterday.

"Although you have cotton-padded clothes, you have no shoes, and you can't even stand up. Do you want to kneel in the snow and wash dishes? I know you want to do something, but I can't let you crawl in the snow. Climb away."

The Milo Little shook its plush ears, thinking that he could crawl to wash the dishes. He climbed out to boil water in the morning. Although it was cold, it was bearable when he crawled across the snow. While he was in a trance, he was suddenly snatched away by his owner. Gone are the empty bowls.

He was so anxious that he made some gestures, but when his master ignored him, he rang the bell again, but the master had already gone out.

Ugh... The master is lying. He promised that if he shook the bell, he would listen to him.

The Milo Little sighed lazily.

He touched his legs and thought that he was really useless. He was eating and drinking from his master for free. He was still wearing the warm cotton clothes given by his master, but he couldn't even wash the dishes. It would be great if he could stand up and walk as soon as possible.

He saw the scraps of fabric lying next to the bed, which were left over from cutting clothes just now.

He picked up needle and thread again and planned to use these rags to make a pair of cloth shoes.

Although there isn't much left and can't hold a few layers of soles, it's still better than going barefoot.

He wants to wear shoes not only because his feet are cold, but also because he is embarrassed to have his feet seen by his owner, and he will be shy.

If the master wants him, he will immediately take off his clothes without any hesitation, but when the master doesn't want him, he wants to stay alone and not seduce her.

I still want to keep a little life, stay with my master, and repay the kindness.

When Harlow Jiang finished cleaning the kitchen and came back with the second bag of cotton, he saw that the little mute had finished making a shoe.

"Such a skillful hand?" Harlow Jiang was shocked. She also made her cloth shoes by herself because she couldn't afford those ready-made shoes, but making shoes was too time-consuming and more difficult than making clothes. She didn't expect the little mute to use the leftover cloth. , a shoe was made in such a short time.

The Milo Little was praised by his master, and he twitched his ears happily. When he realized why they were exposed again, he quickly hid his ears under his silver hair, and then put them away quietly.

Harlow Jiang saw it, but she was speechless.

This time it was Harlow Jiang's turn to take off her cotton-padded clothes and prepare to stuff cotton inside.

The Milo Little watched helplessly as his master was about to take off his clothes, and he came over to help...

Harlow Jiang felt a cold and trembling fingertip stroke her back, and she was trembling with excitement.

"I don't need your help, I'll do it myself." Harlow Jiang really wanted to find another place to take off her clothes, but her house only had this small room, which didn't even have a shelter.

The Milo Little retracted his hand and lowered his eyes in humiliation. Sure enough, he couldn't even serve his master and take off his clothes...

He sighed.

After Harlow Jiang finished taking off his clothes, he took the thin quilt and wrapped it up so that he didn't have to face the little mute naked.

She was afraid that the little mute would be scared when he saw it, and she didn't want to bully the little mute.

This time the Milo Little didn't stop him. He quickly stuffed cotton into his master's cotton-padded clothes, and soon a pound of cotton was stuffed.

The Milo Little held onto his master's cotton-padded coat with one hand, fearing that the master would not let him sew it.

Harlow Jiang didn't grab it this time. She sat aside, wrapped in a thin quilt, and said, "Go ahead and sew. You can sew better than me."

The Milo Little was so happy that if he wasn't afraid of being discovered by his owner, he would have wanted to take out his tail and wag it wildly.

The Milo Little carefully sewed the master's cotton coat.

Harlow Jiang watched the little mute sewing stitch by stitch, and felt more and more that the little mute was virtuous.

I really don’t know what kind of bad person would bully a little mute so cruelly. It’s so bad.

The little mute is obviously so good.

Soon, the Milo Little sewed his master's cotton coat. He did not hand it to his master, but unfolded it flatly, intending to serve his master in dressing...

Harlow Jiang watched the little mute trying to help her get dressed. After thinking about it, she still felt embarrassed, so she stretched out a hand from the quilt, took the cotton coat, got out of bed and put it on with her back to the little mute.

The Milo Little sighed again. He felt even more inferior. Why couldn't he even do this little thing well?

Was it because you didn’t do it properly when you helped me take off my clothes just now? Disliked by the master?

The Milo Little shrank, even its big tail drooped.

Harlow Jiang put on the cotton-padded coat. She felt it and found that it was no longer cold. This cotton-padded coat was made last year and the cotton was no longer keeping warm. She finally received a salary and could fill it with some cotton.

and......

Harlow Jiang lowered her head and looked at the cuffs. There used to be a hole here, but she accidentally scratched it yesterday. Now there is a pattern on it.

"Did you embroider it?" Harlow Jiang sat back on the bed and asked the little mute.

The Milo Little nodded. When he saw the hole in his master's sleeve, he wanted to sew it up, but it didn't look good to sew the hole directly, so he embroidered a simple Milo Little on it.

That opening serves as the Milo Little's big tail.

"so pretty!"

Harlow Jiang kept stroking the fox-shaped embroidery.

Her plain cotton dress was very old, washed white, and had seven or eight stitching marks. She didn't care whether the dress looked good, well... in fact, she also cared, but she cared about beauty and ugliness. The prerequisite is to be fed and clothed. Now she can barely even feed and clothe herself, so she has no intention of caring about anything else.

Unexpectedly, the little mute was so ingenious that he could embroider a beautiful pattern with just a few stitches, and even covered up the traces of sewing.

very nice.

The Milo Little was praised by his master again. He gestured happily and rang the bell from time to time. The sadness just now was relieved a lot. Although the master did not let him serve and dress, the master was very satisfied with his needlework. Although he was despicable, But it’s also useful!

The Milo Little kept ringing the bell. He lowered his head and touched the shackle ring on his neck. There happened to be a small hook protruding on it, which was the remaining part of the chain that had been pinched off, so he hung the little bell on it. On the ring around the neck.

In this way, whenever he is happy, he shakes his head and the little bell rings.

Harlow Jiang put on the patched cotton clothes, which were warm and embroidered with beautiful patterns. She felt happy and went outside to get another large bag of cotton.

The Milo Little blinked and looked at his master.

Is there anything else the master has to do?

Harlow Jiang picked up the thin quilt and said, "Put the remaining cotton wool into the quilt and we will cover it together at night."

After saying that, Harlow Jiang pursed her lips again, thinking about the second half of what she just said.

Make quilts, just make quilts! What are you doing with that extra sentence? Isn't it because the family is too poor to sleep with the little mute in the same bed? How can you keep talking about it? As if looking forward to it.

The Milo Little was looking forward to it. He nodded vigorously and the bell rang. It was great. He could have some more fun with his master at night.

The quilt was spread out on the bed. Harlow Jiang sat at the head of the bed and the Milo Little sat at the end of the bed. Together, they spread the cotton balls flat on the quilt and arranged them in rows.

Harlow Jiang shook his head, feeling increasingly dizzy.

What's going on? You obviously drank a lot of porridge for lunch, but are you still so hungry that you feel dizzy?

The Milo Little was making a quilt with his ears twitching when he suddenly heard a muffled sound and then saw his owner... fell down.

The cotton balls laid out were flying everywhere.

Owner!

The Milo Little whimpered in his throat. He was speechless and rushed over to check.

The Milo Little quickly crawled over and took a breath. The master was not dead, but why did he faint?

The Milo Little closed his eyes and then opened them, and saw with his psychic fox eyes that the master's whole body was filled with Yin Qi...

Those yin energy actually eroded the master!

Don't touch my master!

The Milo Little was speechless. He made gestures with his hands and began to perform tricks to expel these negative energies from his master------

But...the Milo Little has now lost the demon elixir and has no magic power.

He couldn't get rid of these evil spirits.

The yin energy was seeping from the master's forehead.

The Milo Little was so anxious that the bell on his neck was shaking. He thought of a way, but this was too offensive to his master.

But there can be no further delay!

Although this ray of Yin Qi that penetrates will not endanger the owner's life, it is harmful to the owner after all.

The Milo Little can't just watch its master being eroded, not even by a ray of Yin Qi!

The Milo Little crawled over, struggled to turn its owner over and lay it down, and then stretched out its tongue to lick the owner's forehead, cheeks and ears...

He wants to suck away the Yin Qi from his master.

The fox clan can already practice by sucking the yin energy of women.

Just... my tongue hurts so much, and there were serious burns on it. Every time I licked it, the Milo Little shivered in pain, but he was willing to do anything to save his master! No matter how painful it is, he is willing to endure it!

Licking and licking, the Milo Little's tongue was numb with pain. Suddenly, a strange numbness came up from the tailbone. When the bell rang, his waist trembled.

He froze.

What does it feel like?

Could it be...that this is what is written in the book: the pleasure of sucking Yin Qi?

The Milo Little's face suddenly turned red. Although there were two slap marks on it, which were red and purple, now, he was angry with himself.

His face turned red with anger!

You are obviously saving your master, why do you suddenly feel like this!

The vixen is indeed despicable!

The master fainted in danger, but he secretly felt happy?

The Milo Little was so angry that he pinched his tail, so hard that it caused severe pain, and the feeling stopped.

He was still angry with himself and was about to lower his head and continue licking...

Seeing the owner opened his eyes.

"What are you doing?"

Harlow Jiang asked strangely as she looked at the little mute kneeling next to her head, sticking out her tongue and trying to come over.

Found!

The Milo Little panicked, whimpered, rolled off the bed, knelt on the ground, and trembled into a ball.