He Gui Xianzun's realm has not yet risen. He counted with his fingers and found that his mortal heart was still there.
When he was a child, he was still known as Wang Goudan and helped his family raise pigs and chickens.
But they are soft-hearted and always worry about their life, old age, illness and death.
Especially the first chicks he helped the family raise.
One of them didn't open his eyes for a long time. He was paying more attention.
The other chicken flapped its wings and could fly, but he found that it couldn't even eat.
Like a blind chicken, I thought it was stupid and stupid, but who knew that it was so blind that it couldn't even eat.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, the chick would feel something crawling onto his hand, and no matter how much he teased it, it would stick to his palm obediently.
Unlike other chickens, which are naughty and aggressive, they flutter their wings and fly away as soon as they get it.
But one night it was a little cold——
Later, he forgot.
In short, the weak outer disciple of Liu Fufeng in front of him was trembling like a chicken in his memory.
Endearing.
Intention: Loving a chick