Hundred Treasures of the Monster Tan: Meat Feed

The basement is usually not used, there are a lot of things piled up in it, and old things are stuffed in the corners.

Zong Jue searched for a long time before finding part of it, but he didn't know how to use it. When he was struggling, the doorbell rang.

Zong Jue ran to the front to open the door, he opened the door, slightly startled.

There were two people standing at the door, one was an old lady from the flower shop next door, and the other was a young man.

The man is tall and strong, with a handsome face. His hair is slightly yellow, and it has been dyed quite effectively. It has a faint golden color in the sun, which is very textured.

this person……

Finding that Zong Jue was staring at him non-stop, Mr. Tiger's little heart began to jump.

I thought that it wasn't because his spell failed again, Zong Jue still retained the memory of being in the mountains.

Speaking of which, Mr. Tiger's experience of returning home just now was quite smooth, except that he was stopped by the landlady's two grandsons for a while when he passed the flower shop, there was no accident.

Fortunately, the landlady called the child home in time, and he took the opportunity to run back to his rented house on the second floor.

Not long after that, he successfully transformed himself back into human form using his thoughts.

His original plan was to get money first, because money is easy to do.

But as soon as he changed his clothes, the landlady knocked on the door and said to take him to meet the neighbors so that they could communicate in the future.

So Mr. Tiger followed the landlady's wife around several nearby houses, and finally came to Zong Jue's house.

"Hi!"

Zong Jue looked at him too strangely, and his expression was obviously tense. Mr. Tiger hurriedly raised his hand to say hello, and at the same time stared into his eyes, hypnotizing him with spiritual magic.

——Forget about the things in the mountains Forget about the things in the mountains Forget about the things in the mountains!

This time his spirit technique probably worked, and Zong Jue soon broke into a smile.

Looking between him and the landlady's wife, he said, "Aunt Pan, what's the matter?"

"This is my new tenant, bring him here to let everyone get to know each other, look, is he handsome?"

The landlady patted Mr. Tiger on the shoulder very familiarly, and Mr. Tiger put on a smile in cooperation, and stretched out his hand to Zong Sui.

"Hi, my name is Zong Kui."

Zong Jue hesitated for a moment, and shook hands with him.

Zong Jue was still running a fever, his fingers were hot and trembling, but his skin was smooth and tender. After Mr. Tiger held it, he didn't want to let go. Thinking of the ups and downs last night, his heart began to stir again.

"you!"

Zong Jue struggled twice and looked at him unhappily.

Those eyes were so alluring, Mr. Tiger came back to his senses for a second, and let go of his hand hastily.

The landlady was too nervous to notice the awkward atmosphere.

Said to Zong Hui: "The surname Zong is not common, but there are two around me. If you think it is a coincidence, you both have the surname Zong and are about the same age. You may have been brothers 500 years ago."

—and possibly an enemy.

Mr. Tiger felt that his first impression of Zong Jue was not good. He felt that they must have had a festival before. If Zong Jue's jerky was not so delicious, he might have eaten him long ago.

But now it can be considered eaten, on the bed, huh!

He is an ancient beast, very magnanimous, so for the sake of meat, let the past be past.

Just when Mr. Tiger was moved by his broad mind, Zong Jue looked at him inquiringly and said, "Zong Kui?"

"Yeah, Sunflower's Kui. Everyone calls him Akui. He doesn't have a girlfriend yet. This kid has a good personality. He has a tabby cat. The cat is also very cute. He has the word king on his forehead, which is very funny. "

"A cat with the word king?"

Zong Jue remembered for a second the cat he had just seen not long ago. He looked at Mr. Tiger and thought that the cat belonged to his family.

The landlady finally realized that something was wrong, and asked, "What's wrong with you, Xiaojue? You don't look very pretty."

"Oh, it's nothing, maybe I caught a cold when I went to the mountain, and I have a little fever."

"If you have a fever, don't do anything for the next two days, take a good rest, ah yes, Ah Kui, didn't you say that you are in the business of medicinal materials, can you see a doctor?"

Zong Jue hurriedly said, "No need, I've already taken the medicine, I..."

"Yes, yes, I will see a doctor, and I will bring the medicine later."

Mr. Tiger nodded vigorously, and his affection for the landlady rose three levels in a row.

Zong Jue was very helpless, and he wanted to refuse. The landlady said, "I won't talk to you anymore. My old man's waist is sprained, and his shoulders are not good. He put on a lot of plasters, but it didn't help. I have to go back and take care of him, Ah Kui, By the way, you can also help me see if there is any good medicine that can be used."

"no problem!"

Mr. Tiger watched the landlady leave with a smile, and then turned to look at Zong Sui.

The smile on Zong Jue's face disappeared, which made his aura look a bit cold, and he put his hand on the door as if he was about to close it.

Afraid of being rejected, Mr. Tiger hurriedly said, "I don't plan to go back."

"what?"

"I'm new here, and I don't know anything about this place. The neighbors are all old men and women, so I can't get together. It would be great if you could be a guide for me."

"Another day, I don't feel well today."

After Zong Jue finished speaking, he wanted to close the door, but Mr. Tiger blocked it with his hand again.

"If you feel uncomfortable, you need to see a doctor. I will go with you. I am also a half-doctor. I just want to share my experience with my colleagues."

Zong Jue stared at him for a long time, and when Mr. Tiger felt that his behavior was too abrupt, Zong Jue's expression softened.

Said: "Then you come in and wait for me for a while, I will clean up and take you there."

"Okay!"

Zong Huo let go, and Mr. Tiger followed him into the house, all the way to the living room at the back.

Mr. Tiger came in too hastily last night, so he didn't look carefully. Today he looked at the room again, and it was quite tidy.

This is very similar to Zong Jue, with that kind of refreshing feeling, very much like Mr. Tiger's temper.

Although Mr. Tiger is a beast, he is still very particular about cleanliness, which has something to do with his previous living environment.

Since he can remember, he has lived with his husband, and he is a very clean person...

Wait... who is Mr.?Why can't I remember?

Mr. Tiger scratched his head and found that he had lived in the villa for too long, and many things in the past had become blurred.

Forget it, not being able to remember is tantamount to saying that it is not important. Since it is not important, then why not care about it. The most important thing for him now is how to eat meat.

Zong Jue asked him to sit down, went to the kitchen and poured tea for him, and said that he was going to change clothes and asked him to wait.

Seeing Zong Jue walking downstairs, Mr. Tiger asked strangely: "Shouldn't you go upstairs to change clothes?"

Zong Jue was going to the basement, but when he was asked, he stopped and asked, "Why did you say upstairs?"

Because he was here last night, he knew that Zong Jue's bedroom was upstairs.

"Because... because the first floor is damp, shouldn't all the clothes be put upstairs."

Mr. Tiger made up an impromptu excuse, but fortunately Zong Jue didn't ask any more questions, smiled at him, and said, "Yeah, look, I've got a fever and I'm confused."

He went upstairs, Mr. Tiger was drinking tea, thinking back to his smile just now, he couldn't help but dream again.

Zong Jue changed his clothes and came down, saw him sitting on the sofa holding a tea cup and giggled, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"No, I just think your tea is very well brewed and it tastes very fragrant."

"Oh, it's just a tea bag, a gift from the last time I went to the supermarket to buy something."

The ass was slapped on the horse's leg, and Mr. Tiger was depressed.

Seeing his embarrassing face, Zong Jue couldn't hold it back, and smiled, thinking that this man was very funny, and he didn't hide his thoughts at all.

"Let's go."

He shook his head, and Mr. Tiger put down his teacup to follow.

When the two left the shop, Zong Jue said that there was a private clinic nearby, and people in the old street went there to see a doctor, and asked him again after speaking.

"You said you were in the medicine business, where is the store?"

"Without a storefront, I'm actually a second-hand dealer."

To be more specific, Mr. Tiger doesn't even resell. His source of income is to go to the mountains to get some rare herbs, and then sell the herbs to the herbal medicine shop.

This is a way to make money that the pawnbrokers helped him think of, and helped him contact the buyer. He thinks it is feasible, but the problem is that he has been busy and has no time to collect herbs.

"Selling herbal medicine also requires knowledge in this area, where did you learn it?"

Zong Jue turned his head to look at him, and Mr. Tiger wanted to say, how could I know, I have known all kinds of herbs since I can remember.

Who made me a divine beast, of course I have to bring my own plug-in to be worthy of my noble status.