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Jian Qing was forced to stop, turned his head subconsciously, and saw a big ball of snow-white hair rushing towards him at lightning speed.

Hey, why is this guy so small?

The elder holding the sword caught it in a daze, and the little tiger in his arms immediately started to roll and sip, and rubbed against him pitifully: "Jianqing, don't be angry, that annoying Hei Hong told me just now, but I don't know a single word." Believe it or not, I couldn't beat that guy in the illusion back then, so I was forced to go with him. I also secretly plucked off the hair on my tail, Jian Qing, don't go..."

Here it comes again... This look again!I can't stand it...

As soon as Jian Qing's eyes met Du Zhilan's aggrieved and wet eyes, he quickly turned away. He quickly recited the Qingxin mantra silently in his heart, trying to maintain a sullen expression, and his facial muscles were almost cramp.

"So I blamed you wrongly?" Jian Qing said calmly.

The little tiger nodded hastily, put his head on the opponent's shoulder, stretched out his warm tongue to obediently lick the side of his neck, and said in a low voice: "I'm going crazy because I stayed in that dark demon refining cave. , was almost cut in half by the monster inside! You almost lost sight of me!"

"Oh?" The place Du Zhilan licked felt a little numb and itchy, Jian Qing half closed his eyes, immersed in the wonderful feeling of being a pet owner, which was one of his ideals in life, it was so ecstasy.

Master Jianqing, who was reminiscing about the owner's addiction, opened his eyes and looked at the little tiger in his arms with what he thought was full of love.

Du Zhilan shivered suddenly, why did he always feel that there was a strange green light in Jian Qing's eyes?

Must be an illusion... Must be an illusion...

The snow-white and pink hair ball turned over, revealing the back to Jianqing, where a long and narrow reddish wound almost crossed the entire back.

"Look, the scar is still there now, it's so ugly! The young master is disfigured!"

The long red scar is deep in the fur, and it's not obvious if you don't look away, but Jian Qing's eyes are still gloomy on this scar - the scar that destroys the cute plush pet is simply too hateful!

The two most unbearable things in Elder Jianqing's life: one is wasting food, and the other is breaking the plush pet.

It can be seen that all masters have quirks, and there is no quirk, so why are you ashamed to call yourself a master?

"Sin, nothing, forgiveness, forgiveness!" Jian Qing's face was gloomy and expressionless, and he was about to chop up all the monsters in the demon refining cave and stew them into a full banquet.

He has long black hair and no wind, and the demon sword on his back is singing dragons, as if sensing the anger of his master.

"Jianqing, wait, wait—" Du Zhilan didn't want to be self-defeating, and tugged at the corner of Jianqing's clothes bitterly. If he had known this guy's reaction was so exaggerated, he wouldn't use this to provoke him if he was killed.

"The bastards who dare to hurt me have already been bitten to death by me, so you don't have to bother..."

The murderous aura overflowing from Jian Qing's body suddenly disappeared, and his long ink-like hair was draped back softly on his shoulders again, and his cold expression slowly eased, as if the guy who ran away just now had never existed before, and there was not even a transition in between. of.

But Shang was still a little displeased and said, "Since you can bite them to death, why did you get scratched?"

Du Zhilan hesitated for a moment, and thought bitterly, why is this guy's reaction always different from what he imagined?Shouldn't ordinary people be gentle and comfort the victims at such times?

Hugs and kisses should be there, right?After all, it's still my fault?

Where is the problem?

too weird!

The little tiger who deliberately made himself smaller and pretended to be cute leaned back on Jianqing's shoulder, and said slowly: "It's okay not to mention these old things, Jianqing, don't you want to go?"

Warm palms caressed his back and gently stroked his hair, Jian Qing gave a faint "hmm", stared at the other party with burning eyes and asked, "Don't doubt me casually in the future."

"Absolutely not!"

"Listen to me and don't play tricks."

"I've never played it before..."

"When I make you a tiger, you will change."

Du Zhilan pursed his lips and nodded depressedly.

"...The last one, don't touch me, don't think obscene things in your mind!"

Du Zhilan's face was really ugly: "Forget the first half of the sentence, I can't control what I think..."

One person and one tiger looked at each other in silence for a while, Du Zhilan lowered his head sadly: "Okay..."

But I thought in my heart, anyway, even if I push you naked a hundred times in my heart, you won’t know, heh heh...

Jian Qing who received a satisfactory answer, the corners of his mouth seemed to be slightly upturned, and he said nonchalantly: "Actually, I didn't intend to leave just now."

"What?" Du Zhilan immediately raised his head and tail.

Jian Qing sat cross-legged, and said with a half-smile, "You've always been greedy, lest you sit on the ground and raise the price."

Du Zhilan, who realized that he was being tricked, jumped out of his arms angrily, and changed back into a handsome young master in the thick white smoke. He pointed at Jian Qing's nose and scolded: "Who on earth raised the price?!"

To actually count on Jian Qing, a foodie, to take advantage of him, Du Zhilan is really blind to be so naive and true!

In a blink of an eye, Jian Qing had already moved to the pile of delicacies, and began to pick up the delicacies, stuffing them all into his mouth at an extremely fast speed, without even soaking a single one.

"...Hey!" Du Zhilan squatted on the ground with a mournful face and slumped to the floor, "I can't even eat as well..."

Hearing this, Jian Qing turned his head with bulging cheeks, looked at him regretfully, swallowed the food and said slowly: "If you turn back into a little tiger, I will consider feeding you."

Du Zhilan twitched the corner of his mouth wordlessly: "Who cares..."

"Oh." Jian Qing ignored it, turned back and continued to enjoy.

Du Zhilan squatted behind him, staring at the pair of protruding butterfly bones behind Jian Qing for a while, remembering the warm voice that accompanied him every night in the Demon Refining Cave, his mind suddenly became active again, and he moved to his side calmly .

"Jianqing..."

Jian Qing sat cross-legged on the floor, although he ate fast, he looked extremely elegant, and no residue fell on his clothes.

He took the time to glance at First Young Master Du who was full of smiles, and replied, "Huh?"

"I defeated that fire lotus demon emperor." Du Zhilan looked quite complacent, but he didn't have a tail now, otherwise he would have to go up to the sky.

"Oh, then?" Jian Qing kept moving, but his eyes flickered.

Du Zhilan got closer, and seduced with a deep voice: "Then I was able to occupy this Fire Lotus Palace without fighting, and find you so much food..."

Jian Qing put down the food in his hand, took out a plain white handkerchief and wiped his mouth, then opened his eyes to look at the other party, and slightly raised his final voice: "So?"

"So," Du Zhilan sneered in his heart and stretched out his paws to put Jianqing's shoulders on, "How can a majestic sword-wielding elder eat free food? You have to give me a reward."

Jian Qing glanced at him lightly, and under pressure, First Young Master Du had no choice but to retract his claws, but still looked at him with bright eyes.

The former was so stared at that he had no choice but to ask, "What reward do you want?"

Du Zhilan thanked God in his heart for finally bringing the topic back on track, and said with a serious and cheeky face: "I have longed for Jianqing for a long time, even if you don't accept me, you should at least give me a chance."

Jian Qing was startled, turned his head to look at Du Zhilan's rarely serious face, and his heart was filled with the details of getting along with each other. When he first met Mr. Du's family, he was still a full-fledged playboy. In just a few months, his life had ups and downs. Although he still looked stupid, But he has grown into a man who can compete with the Demon Emperor. Along the way, what is rare is that his nature has not changed... Occasionally, there are also cute things.

For a moment, Jian Qing couldn't bear to refuse, and after a while, he lowered his eyes slightly, and said lightly: "I am a cultivator who has a long life span, and a hundred years of life for ordinary people is only a blink of an eye."

This is euphemistic, but it is no different from refusal.

Du Zhilan was not disappointed, but smiled and said: "I am no longer a mortal. I have swallowed the essence of the spirits of the White Tiger God and the Fire Lotus Demon Emperor. As long as you teach me how to cultivate, I can also cultivate like you, uh,."

It was so risky, so dangerous, I almost told about Shuangxiu.Du Zhilan let out a sigh of relief, otherwise with Jianqing's temper, he would definitely be angry.

"What did you say?!" Jian Qing grabbed his hand with such force that it almost produced a circle of bruises, with furrowed brows faintly angry, and whispered, "You both—swallowed?"

Du Zhilan looked at him inexplicably, and asked anxiously: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

"You idiot, why are you eating indiscriminately!" Jian Qing's complexion turned livid again, and he poked two fingers on his forehead, and Yingying gave off a little light, flowing down the center of the opponent's eyebrows.

He frowned and whispered a mantra.

"Here it comes again..." Du Zhilan lamented whether he was happy or worried, but his mind was full of ambiguous images of Jian Qing's physical examination back then.

Although Jian Qing's unprecedented seriousness makes him a little worried, but subconsciously, Jian Qing is omnipotent, and there is nothing to worry about when staying by his side.

A slight sound like an electric shock made both of them go numb at the same time.

Jian Qing's fingers on Du Zhilan's body were bounced off, and an invisible force loyally guarded Du Zhilan's body from any external force.

"What's going on?" Du Zhilan moved his body without any discomfort.

"Oh, sure enough..." Jian Qing sighed abruptly, looking at the other party with an inexplicable sigh.

"I'm not going to die, am I?" Du Zhilan's scalp was numb from his stare, and he reached out to grab his sleeve.

The plain white snow sleeves were held in the palm of Young Master Du's hands, and they were rubbed back and forth like a hemp rope, but the sword that had always been Aijie was so clear that it never came back.

"What nonsense?" Jian Qing looked at it for a long time before retracting his eyes, and said softly, "I didn't expect you to fall into the demon way, it's my fault..."