Beast Piercing The Heavens - Chapter 162 – Ye Tianlong’s Concern

Huazhi is a rabbit spirit who has just cultivated into an adult. He was hacked into a post-apocalyptic novel in which the male protagonist is reborn, and became the female supporting role in the book who died early.
System: [Kiss, rush, rush! As long as you save enough energy, you can go back and continue to practice and become a rabbit fairy! 】
The flower branch of dreaming to become a rabbit fairy: (/≧▽≦)/Chongchongchong!
But as soon as he wore the book, the flower branch that had not had time to turn into a human shape was picked up by Jinghuai, and the flower branch who wanted to turn back into a human shape had to stay beside Jinghuai every day, being quilted! he! trample! Smash!
After the rebirth, Jing Huai accidentally picked up a little bunny like a marshmallow, with ruby-like eyes, soft and fluffy bunny ears, and a fluffy round tail adorned behind him.
The scenery is cold and ruthless towards everyone, but she gently brushes her hair every day, feeds her scarce carrots, and gives her the sweetest spring water…
Until one day, Jing Huai put the flower branch on the head of the bed, touched her soft rabbit fur, and was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, the fur on his palm disappeared, and he turned into a girl with soft rabbit ears.
Jing Huai: “…”
Jing Huai rubbed her bunny ears, her face flushed with indifference, “Change back.”
Huazhi retracted his head into the quilt: “No, no.”
Carrots really suck!
Note: Doomsday Cookies

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