Heavenly practice

The atmosphere in Santu Peak was very strange that day, because the demigod, who hadn't been out for thousands of years, went out to walk the cat.

A cat... is it a cat?

The residents of Santu Peak stared curiously at the silver-gray fluff in the arms of their lord.

Such a beautiful cub, a perfect match for their lords.

"Is it a foxtail cat?"

"No, no, I feel like a crescent cat..."

"Cat what cat, I don't think it's a cat."

"Is that a dog?"

Sky Beast: "..."

The Qiong Beast nestled in someone's arms had a look of unrequited love, and the faint cold fragrance surrounded it, making it almost suffocate, and the whole beast became depressed and listless.

Chang Ming, who completely ignored the gazes around him, looked at the sluggish cub in his arms, and stopped in his tracks.

The surrounding eyes suddenly became hot, but they all kept a cautious distance, looking up at their lord with adoring eyes.

Chang Ming looked at the mountains near Santu Peak, and finally his eyes fell on a cliff not far away.

The next moment, everyone felt that their eyes were blurred, and their lord's tall, handsome and godlike figure disappeared.

Twelve was stunned, he quickly looked up and looked around, but he couldn't find anyone, so he ran to find his boss silently.

And on that towering cliff, under the old tree with lush branches and leaves, there was a silver-haired man holding a cub quietly.

He raised his head slightly, the warm sunlight shone on his face, and a strand of silver hair fell in front of his eyes, reflecting the brilliance like a star.

Chang Ming lowered his head, met the pure black eyes of the Qiong Beast, and turned his head the next moment he looked over.

The cold mountain wind blew by, and the long silver hair fell on Qiong Beast's body. It looked at the silver hair quietly, and suddenly struggled and jumped out of his embrace.

Chang Ming didn't move, let it jump to the ground, and then quickly got into the grass.

He turned his head back to look at the Santu Peak under his feet, the bustling people of all ethnic groups, the further away Lingdu, and the vast Central Continent.

There was another rustling sound from the grass behind him, and Chang Ming turned his head to look over. A cub of the Qiong Beast was holding a dead branch and rotten leaves, and the clean and smooth hair on his body was tangled into a ball, with a dissatisfied expression on his face. look at him.

Visible to the naked eye, a white spiritual power appeared around its neck, which was connected to Chang Ming's wrist like a rope.

"Ugh..."

An angry growl came from the throat of the beast, and the sharp claws on the pads were also exposed.

Chang Ming did not approach it.

There is a flower in front of the eyes, and the next moment, a person and a beast are standing beside a quiet pool, and behind them is a lush peach blossom forest, enchanting and quiet.

The young Qiong Beast stared fixedly at the peach forest in front of it, and didn't move for a long time, even Chang Ming didn't respond when he came forward to carry it into the pool.

The warm water drenched on its fur, and quickly wet its body. The tangled hair clings to the skin, revealing a thin body, which looks extraordinarily frail.

The demigod sat on the edge of the pool very attentively, scooping up a handful of warm pool water to wash the hair of the little Qiong beast.

Qiong Beast silently let him finish washing, and then was evaporated by spiritual power, the hair became fluffy again, and the silver gray flowed with a beautiful luster under the sun.

A sound transmission talisman flew in, and Xuanyu's terrified voice came from inside, "My lord...where are you? Twelve was looking for you with his nest and almost ran out of Santu Peak."

"Peach Valley."

After Changming finished speaking, a sound transmission talisman flew out of Peach Valley, and then reappeared on the cliff of Santu Peak with the beast in his arms.

This time, the Sky Beast didn't act as a demon again, and sat side by side with a man and a beast basking in the sun, it was unbelievably quiet.

Xu Shi took a bath, and the sun was too warm, Qiong Beast fell asleep at some point, and when he woke up again, he found himself lying in the small nest that Twelve had made for it, surrounded by the sleeping hall where the demigod Changming lived, It was empty and there was no one there.

Qiong Beast first looked around, then propped itself up and crawled out of the den, paced around the huge dormitory, looking at the surrounding decorations.

It's too simple, even though it knows that its feet are sunken silver from the deep sea, behind it is ten thousand-year-old sandalwood, and on its bed is shark silk, but this bedroom is indeed too simple, so simple that there is nothing but a big bed, a futon, and a table. By the way, there is another cabinet.

Qiong Beast's gaze fell on the dark red cabinet, and he scratched open the door with his paws, and then saw only two clothes hanging inside, a very familiar, pure black purple silver silk dark pattern robe , is someone’s unchanging dress for thousands of years, while the other is the complete opposite of a white robe, with exactly the same material and exactly the same dark lines, but it’s a little shorter, and even the waist is much thinner.

Qiong Beast looked at the dress suspiciously, felt that the white color was somewhat familiar, so it stretched out its claws to hook the white robe and pulled it off.

The white robe was as light as a feather and directly covered it.

"Meow? Meow! Meow..."

The robe was too big for its small body, and it directly covered the whole beast. It struggled for a long time but failed to pull itself out, instead attracting Xuanyu.

"Don't you want to live?!"

Xuanyu's voice was full of panic, she picked up the robe and found several paw prints on the robe, she was frightened immediately.

However, the Sky Beast on the ground still looked at her with a bewildered expression, very innocent.

"you really……"

Xuanyu didn't know what to say, squatted down and showed it the paw print of the white robe on her hand, "Do you know what this is?"

Qiong Beast tilted its head, "Meow?"

Isn't it just clothes?

Xuanyu sighed deeply, and looked at the robe unrequitedly, "This is the dress that Your Majesty made for his beloved lover. I spent three months... It's over now, you I'm afraid I'm going to die!"

"..."

The bewilderment on Qiong Beast's face disappeared, it stared blankly at Xuanyu, its mind was full of her words "the lover at the tip of its heart", and the heart that thought to be calm felt as if it was torn apart again.

Unwillingness suddenly arises in my heart, why?Why did it come to such a point, but those two were able to be together so peacefully?Why?It was never easy to bully.

Hateful anger ignited in the black eyes, it stared at the robe, and then pounced on it, three holes were caught in the robe in an instant, it still didn't think it was enough, opened its mouth and used its sharp teeth to tear the white clothes , I can't wait to tear it into pieces!

Xuanyu was taken aback by its pounce, and wanted to step forward to stop it, but was frightened by its sudden arrogance. She felt that this little thing was crazy, her eyes were red, and she regarded the clothes as clothes. Enemy in general.

She was stunned for a moment, and Qiong Beast's movements were too fierce, and when Chang Ming behind him appeared, the clothes were already out of shape.

"Bam—"

A blast of spiritual power hit the little Qiong Beast, and its young body flew upside down, smashed hard against the wall, and then fell to the ground.

No matter how Ruishou was just a cub, he vomited blood immediately after doing this.

Xuanyu opened her mouth wide and quickly stopped, "Your Majesty!"

Chang Ming's eyes were cold and frightening, as if he was about to kill someone at any time.

Half of the cub's body was stained with blood, but it still struggled to get up, the blood froth at the corner of its mouth stained its sharp teeth red, its small body was trembling, but it still stared at the man who injured it , the pure black eyes were full of anger and hatred.

Xuan Yu was stunned.

She originally thought that this little thing was soft-tempered and just rejected her lord, but she didn't expect it to have such a strong temper and hate her lord so deeply.

"Pfft."

After all, the small body couldn't hold on, and just passed out.

Seeing the comatose little thing, Xuanyu felt very complicated, and in the end, she just stepped forward to heal its wounds with spiritual power, and then left with her arms in her arms.

Chang Ming stared at the pool of blood and the torn white robe next to him, as if the irretrievable person had dissipated in front of him little by little without leaving even a trace.