Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

It's no wonder that little Jack started to cry. Anyone who sees a colorful tiger as soon as they enter the tent will probably be taken aback. What's more, this tiger is facing the two children with its mouth wide open. Showing sharp teeth, Tong Ling's big eyes were full of fierceness.

Dansha stretched her hands to protect little Jack behind her. She was already at her limit when she was able to yell just now. Her pair of black eyes turned into golden vertical pupils, and her tense body could turn back into a red python at any time to fight the tiger to the death. fight.

She was not afraid of the beast in front of her, but she didn't dare to show her true form in front of little Jack. When she thought that little Jack would be afraid of herself like a tiger, she felt so sad that she wanted to cry.But she can't cry, she wants to protect the little Jack behind her, and she wants to be a strong sister.

Upon entering the tent and seeing this terrifying scene, Hotch gasped and put his hands on his waist subconsciously—unfortunately, his gun is not there now.

"Jack, Ruby, don't be afraid." He tried his best to keep his tone from being less flustered, although no father could be calm in the face of this situation, "Don't cry, Daddy is here, it's okay, don't be there move."

Little Jack sniffled, with red eyes tugging at the corner of Dansha's clothes, biting his lips and nodding.

Boys should be brave, don’t cry casually, he is a brave boy, not afraid of big tigers QAQ

Standing behind Hotch, Wu Cong glanced at the dripping saliva from the tiger's mouth, and slightly raised his eyebrows: "Don't worry." He held Hotch down and walked up, speaking calmly, "It's just a bigger cat That's all."

The tiger was standing there calmly waiting for an opportunity, but when Wu Cong said it was a cat, it suddenly exploded, roaring and rushed towards Wu Cong. The breath is coming——

"Don't make trouble." Wu Cong stretched out a hand to the tiger's forehead, and lightly put the tiger on its back to the ground. The pair of copper bell eyes circled on the ground and let out a low growl, pawing at the four limbs. Tried to stand up.

Hotch took the opportunity to take out the gun in the bag and aimed it at the tiger. He opened his finger on the trigger and was ready to shoot at any time. At this distance, he was sure that he could kill with one shot.

"You go out first." He said, hiding the two children behind him, "Run away."

Dansha nodded vigorously, took little Jack's hand and strode out of the tent with short legs. Of course it's not a problem to have Alang with a tiger, and it's better for them not to drag their feet here.

Seeing that the two children were about to run out, the tiger stood up unsteadily and wanted to chase after him. Hotch sharpened his eyes and pulled the trigger without hesitation, pointing the gun directly at the tiger's eyes.

However, when the gunshot rang out, the bullet seemed to hit a ball of cotton without causing any scars on it.

The tiger seemed to be a little curious about the place where it was penetrated, and stretched out its paw to touch the place.

Really stupid stuff.Wu Cong sighed and explained: "It's a living soul."

The so-called living soul is the soul that was squeezed out of the body while still alive, and if it is completely unaware of the fact that it has lost its body, the living soul can still survive as if it were alive, but it is permanently fixed in the body. From the moment of separation from the body until the complete death of the soul.

This kind of spell that forcibly expels the soul from the body and takes away the body is really familiar.

It's probably a seizure again.

Since there is a living soul of a tiger here, there is bound to be a tiger's body vacant. Duoshe needs a fit body to achieve the most perfect effect, so what will fit a tiger's body?

In the blink of an eye, Wu Cong guessed the correct answer.

It seems they are old friends.

Hotch looked at the tiger who was squatting and scratching his ears with his hind legs, then at Wu Cong who was calm and undiscriminating, and finally put the gun on his waist.

Perhaps a cross is more useful than a gun these days.

After scratching his ears, the tiger finally realized that he wasn't here to play, so he stood up quickly, shaking his hair and baring his teeth, growling and threatening Wu Cong and Hotch to get out of the way.

"Are you all right, Mr. Hotch?" Through the tent they heard the voices of Clara and the Cocker couple outside, yes, they fired shots here, and anyone who heard the movement must have come to take a look.

It's not fun to be seen with a tiger in the tent. Wu Cong's fingertips flickered with a faint white light, which turned into a halo of light to restrain the tiger. When the halo disappeared, the tiger was shrunk into a milk cat. The cub was crying and waving its little paw in a milky voice, but Wu Cong picked it up easily.

Around its neck is a red string that binds it like a collar.

Wu Cong threw the tiger's living soul to Hotch, turned around and opened the curtain of the tent and said with a smile: "Just now we saw a poisonous snake tongue crawling in, so we fired a shot. I don't know if there is any over there, please add more careful."

After saying this, Mrs. Cocker's face paled visibly, and she unconsciously leaned towards Mr. Cocker, holding his arm with both hands, "You mean, there are snakes here?"

Mr. Cocker straightened his back and held his wife's hand: "I will protect you."

Clara said briskly: "There are indeed snakes here. I saw one on my quilt a few days ago, but don't worry, they are not aggressive, as long as you handle them carefully."

"Really?" asked Mrs. Cocker. "How?"

"Come here and let me tell you, it's actually very simple." Clara hugged Mrs. Cocker and walked towards her tent. Mr. Cocker shook his empty hand and pursed his lips, and said to Wu Cong: "If you need anything, please do not mention it."

"Of course, thank you." Wu Cong watched with a smile as Mr. Cocker walked back to the tent on the other side alone, touched his chin, and felt that the development of the plot was getting more and more interesting.

"By the way, Mr. Cocker." He suddenly raised his voice, "Silence is golden, of course it is a virtue, but it is good to be honest once in a while."

As he spoke, he winked at Mr. Cocker and smiled meaningfully.

I have to admit that under certain circumstances, Wu Cong's face does have the air of a veteran in love. Mr. Cocker coughed twice and turned his head away as if he didn't understand anything, but Wu Cong knew he must understand up.

"What should we do with this?" Hotch held the tiger living soul that was still waving its claws in his hand, "I can't keep it."

"You can keep it." Wu Cong said with a smile, "The child likes it a lot."

Of course, the living soul of a tiger, which looks like a milk cat, does not have the deterrent power of a colorful tiger. Instead, it is watched eagerly by two children, eager to touch its fluffy and soft long hair.

"It's a tiger." Hotch frowned emphatically, "It's still a tiger that got in without knowing how."

"It's okay, the teeth of such a kitty can't even bite the skin." Wu Cong rubbed the tiger living soul who would explode when he heard the kitten and grind his teeth with his fingers, acting like those who treat their own little baby Like the foolish father who spoils his children lawlessly.

So Hotch, who seriously rejects the children's star-eyed eyes, is the real head of the family mother?

terrible.Wu Cong shivered in fear of his divergent thinking, quickly gathered his energy and gave the tiger a restraint and coughed twice, "It's indeed a bit dangerous, come and touch it and go to sleep quickly."

If there is no way to play together, it’s good to touch. The two children tiptoed and touched the fur of the tiger’s soul carefully, and got their father’s (not) promise that “you can go fishing tomorrow”, so they obediently satisfied Go back to sleep.

Two children sleep in the middle of the tent, Wu Cong and Hotch are on the left and right, only a small light is turned on, Wu Cong is sitting cross-legged origami, the paper is the talisman paper he brought, and a simple Qi-gathering spell is drawn on it .

Fold the square talisman paper in half into a triangle, then fold the lower two corners along the center line to the two sides of the paper, and then open the middle to form a triangle. Wu Cong did these steps very quickly and skillfully, not a basic skill of a monk. , but Dansha insisted on teaching him when he practiced in the kindergarten, but after folding these steps, he couldn’t figure out what to do next. He tried to fold in different directions and felt uncomfortable. right.

Hotch, who was holding the tiger's soul, looked at Wu Cong as he fiddled with the paper, thought for a while and suggested, "Should I fold it on top?"

As soon as he said Wu Cong, he remembered, and folded the four corners below the triangle up, "Then what?"

Hotch recalled a moment and said, "The two sides, fold in the middle." If it is really what he thinks it is going to be folded.

Wu Cong folded the two sides of the paper to the middle, and looked up at Hotch again.

"Tuck the corners in." Hotch continued commanding. "Stuck all the corners."

After folding, Wu Cong had a small hexagonal piece of paper in his hand, which was completely composed of a whole piece and was almost completely closed except for the top opening.

Those who liked to play origami when they were young must be familiar with the things in his hands. Who hasn't folded a few paper balloons when they were young?

It stands to reason that the next thing to do is to blow into the upper opening, but Wu Cong injected the spiritual power into a gaseous state, and soon the paper swelled up like a balloon.

"Give it to me." Wu Cong reached out to take the tiger's living soul from Hotch, and gently patted the opening of the paper balloon, and the baby cat-like cub turned into green smoke and flowed into the paper balloon.

Then just pull a piece of transparent glue to seal the opening.

"This way it won't come out." Wu Cong threw the paper balloon into his bag and yawned lazily, "Go to sleep."

"You don't seem to care how it came about," Hotch said suddenly.

Very good, the blind student found Huadian.

Wu Cong turned off the only small light, chuckled and said, "You really like to get to the bottom of it." When he said this, there was no negative emotion in his tone, but a hint of lighthearted joy.

"I don't care, because there's no need to care." In the darkness, Hotch couldn't see Wu Cong's cold eyes, his tone was cold for a moment, and then returned to his usual gentleness, "I'm going to go deeper tomorrow. If you take a trip to the place, I may have to trouble you to take care of Dansha."

His tone was soft, but he didn't leave much room for maneuvering. Hotch was silent for a long time, and he replied in a low voice.