The villain shouted: The tiger cub mistaken me! ［Through the book］

Two or three years ago, Chu Chi had dealt with it, and had some understanding of the world he was in now.The place I am currently in is called the Jiguang Realm in a larger scale, which is similar to what we said that the place is a blue planet called the Earth; if it is a little smaller, it is called the Hushan Continent, which is similar to Asia and Europe. plate, American plate, Pacific plate...

In the whole continent of Hushan Continent, there are relatively few monks who belong to the magic way. If the disciples with low cultivation bases have not cultivated to higher cultivation bases and are high enough to travel to other continents, some of them have low aptitude or status. For lowly people, it is even more likely that they only occasionally hear about the existence of Warcraft in other people's words or in books and jade slips.

In the northwest of Hushan Continent, there is a barrier. After passing through that barrier, there is a continent dominated by magic cultivators and weak monks of the righteous way.Even though the two continents are close to each other, due to the barrier, the Wushan Road only intersects occasionally compared to other continents that are regarded as water and fire, or have distinct territories.

Because almost all magic cultivators come from other continents, there is no way to cross that natural barrier at all, but they can only circle around from other continents and then reach the Hushan Continent.

Chu Chi is an exception in the magic cultivator.

That natural barrier is a continuous mountain range, and at the junction of the deep mountains, there is miasma poison and riotous space power that even the demon cultivators can't use for their confidantes.

However, that large territory belongs to the Ice Silkworm Demon Lord among the Thirteen Demon Lords in the Demon Realm.

Think of it as his backyard.

The spirit beasts and poisonous insects in the mountains, the miasma gas in the depths, the frenzied and irresistible power of space, and the possible consequences of trespassing on the demon king's territory without authorization.The combination of these three made Moxiu's side mostly unaware of the situation in Hushan Continent.

I even thought this place was far away from my old nest.

Chu Chi carried the small stone pot specially used for planting five-leaf silver orchids all the way, and brought the little white tiger by his side to pluck flowers and step on the grass. Then I plan to take it back and plant it on Xiangyao Peak.

Yes, he plans to plant it on Xiangyao Peak, so that there will be more beautiful flowers and plants on the top of his mountain to add to the scenery.

As for his territory as the Demon Lord... Chu Chi didn't think about it for the time being.He is a person who doesn't like to move around, commonly known as a nerd.If he hadn't had to go out this time, he would have tossed his Xiangyaofeng mountain first after he had cleaned up his cultivation base.

And he didn't remember the hometown at all. The two monks rarely met and looked at each other. After a conversation, they solved some headaches according to the old rules.

"All the offerings have been handed in recently, do I need to hand them over to the Demon Venerable to check the inventory?"

"What's the inventory? Who is our boss? I've only seen him for hundreds of years. Even if you hand in the inventory, you won't see our boss look at it!"

"Besides, you, where are you going to pay?" The speaking monk rolled his eyes.They followed this Demon Lord, with high cultivation and strong combat power. Although the territory occupied by them was extremely rich, but the number of people was small and the land was biased. If there were fewer people, the points would be more. Demon Venerable is not at a disadvantage either.

That’s right, I like retreating.It is common to see no human figure for hundreds of thousands of years.

"Does the Demon Lord have any instructions?" They are all old acquaintances for nearly a thousand years. After saying this intentionally, the monk who spoke left with the offerings collected in his hand, "There must be no instructions, right? ? My side is just like before, stuffing these things directly in front of Mozun's cave."

"If you don't say anything, follow the old rules."

"Hey, brother, we haven't seen each other for a long time, hurry up and go back and catch a few monsters in the woods and have a good meal."

"Okay, come here."

Hidden in the mountains is an exquisite and luxurious palace without the slightest popularity. Only those spotless things are placed in it to declare the status of the owner of the palace.

But there was no living person among them.

The two magic monks behind had no way to enter the depths of the palace. They just put the offerings in a small open side door next to the palace gate, which was a warehouse.

They haven't seen each other for thousands of years. They think that the boss who is addicted to retreat and practice is lying in a hammock holding a white, fluffy tiger cub in the Yinlan Small Secret Realm of Hushan Continent. On, bask in the sun and sleep.

Chu Chi hung the freshly baked hammock in the middle of two trees, and chose a place where Eunuch Sun took full care of him. The hammock was practiced after he thought it was enough. Now he can rest for a while and lie down here for a while. Years are no problem.

Si Feng curled up on Chu Chi's belly, half of his body was covered because Chu Chi's big sleeves were too big, the environment was comfortable and there was no danger at all, there was a big hand on his head to touch his hair, and the sun was warm , Chu Chi only saw the little white tiger put his other hand on his stomach, and he used his claws to use it as a pillow, and then fell asleep.

The ground was originally covered with five-leaf silver orchids, but he had already pulled out the small stone basin to fill it up, fearing that it would not be enough, so he practiced another square basin on the spot, and pulled out a lot to make micro landscapes .

Chu Chi gently rocked the hammock, feeling that he was also affected by the little tiger cub, and wanted to sleep.

He also yawned slowly.

In a month and a half, he had already filled up the two space instruments, and there was a sense of emptiness with nothing to do...

The hand that was stroking the little white tiger started to slow down, then stopped slowly, and finally placed it on his little head, motionless.

The sun and the grass seemed to emit a sweet fragrance because of this scene, and the breeze pushed the hammock gently. Chu Chi hugged the cute white tiger cub in the hammock, sleeping very soundly.

The author has something to say: Today's Chu Chi has finished weeding.

So I slept with the tiger cubs.

A good spring is worse than a good night's sleep.