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

Chu Chi handed over the golden bell that Si Feng liked, and after looking at it, he opened the photo stone with a very natural expression and movement.

Si Feng took the sugar figurine with the golden bell pattern from Chu Chi, thinking of the old days, when his old friend was by his side to accompany him, he would inevitably be happier.

At this moment, the two held hands, one of them laughed while holding the sugar figurine handed to him by the other in his hand, and the other thought that he opened the photo stone calmly, and was also secretly proud, with a smile hidden in his eyes.

The name "photographing stone" comes from its shape and function. This magic weapon has only the function of "photographing and recording sound". It is small in shape and looks like a smooth stone underground in a river.

Relying on the fact that he has gone through the period when his spiritual power was disordered and unable to use his spiritual power, Chu Chi added a layer of spiritual power to the photo stone, and controlled the photo stone to fly around the two of them openly. For the two of them, the point is Si Feng's smile left an image behind.

The sugar figurine with the tiger pattern on his hand is very beautiful, but his color is colorful instead of all white as I thought.

"Wait."

Chu Chi Sifeng's hand broke free, and he fell back to the candy stall. The candy man was smiling and talking to the kid who had just hid behind him. The monk in red who bought two strings of sugar figurines came back again. Even though Chu Chi said that the medium-grade spirit stones do not need to be given change when the spirit stones were put on the cart just now, he quickly took out some spirit stones. Pass it to Chu Chi.

There is a huge difference in strength between mortals and monks, and often encountering bad-tempered monks will not end well.There was no trace of reluctance in the stall owner's smile, only he himself knew that it was better to think more about one thing than one thing less, and the generous customer in front of him should not be here to find fault.

Chu Chi handed over the candy figurine with the tiger pattern in his hand.

"Trouble... shopkeeper, change the color of this tiger to snow white."

Hearing this, the stall owner hurriedly put down the spirit stone in his hand, and looked at the sugar figurine in his hand.

"Guest, do you want to change this color into snow white?" He took four patterns from the stall and signaled to Chu Chi, "Although the customer said they learned white, everyone has different understandings and preferences for colors. Is there any white color that is closer to what the customer wants?"

"That's it."

Chu Chi tapped on a rabbit, but he didn't expect that an ordinary stall could choose the color by himself. He used to go directly to those shops to see and buy things.

Since he could choose the color by himself, Chu Chi added some subjective adjectives based on his memory—"It's about the same color as this white rabbit, but the color should look softer and brighter than this one."

soft?bright?How would you describe soft and bright?

After saying that, the stall owner thought for a while and used the unformed sugar figurine to color it. Chu Chi himself thought of "colorful black" very strangely.

...I never expected that in two different worlds separated by thousands of years, as time passed, I would become the Party A I had ridiculed at that time...

"Is this the case with customers?" the stall owner asked.

Chu Chi was silent for a while.I was frightened by myself after saying this adjective, and he actually called it out?

"Shopkeeper, make it brighter."

"Okay, how about this?"

"just."

The word "old man" that originally came to Chu Chi's mind has long been eliminated by the common sense cultivated in this cultivation world, and replaced by the word "store", even though it doesn't quite match this small stall.For monks without spiritual roots, it is very difficult to absorb spiritual power and cultivate, and usually their lifespan is only a few decades.

Come to think of it, that little white tiger had so many injuries back then, and there was poison in its veins, so it might not live as long as the mortal man in front of him... Chu Chi sighed in his heart, for the little tiger who poured his affection into him, he thought It is inevitable that there will be regret, miss and regret.

Si Feng: (●—●) Really?

Si Feng's hand was broken free by Chu Chi, and he stood stiffly holding the golden bell in his hand to see the back of Chu Chi leaving him. He was dressed in red, dazzling, and he watched him walk back to the place where he was shopping just now. The little sugar man stall, I talked to the stall owner a few words, and wanted to change the color to white.

"Soft and bright..." Si Feng said in confusion.

He stood there and waited for a few breaths, but the stall owner changed the color again because Chu Chi was not satisfied with the color, so he went back to that place by himself and stood beside Chu Chi.

Putting her palm on the back of Chu Chi's hand again, she held his hand.

Chu Chi's spiritual sense saw his movements and felt the warmth of the human body in his hand.But it didn't stop it.

Just let him hold hands, he is rarely happy, keep a distance from him at this time, he will be unhappy.

Chu Chi persuaded himself like this in his heart, but he retained three points of reason, knowing what he was indulging in.

With that familiar temperature in his hand, Si Feng revived from the loss of Chu Chi's hand from his palm just now, and then couldn't help but wonder what Chu Chi was doing here.

"I saw the pattern just now. The tiger is very realistic, full of majesty, lifelike, and beautiful. How did you think of changing it to white?"

Of course, it must not have its own prestige!Si Feng thought of it for granted.Although he has washed away the blood of the Yaozu now, he subconsciously still regards himself as a winged tiger in many cases, because he recognizes the love of the winged tiger mother for him more than chasing and killing his biological father who has a human bloodline.

"Prestige is prestige, but it's not what I want." Chu Chi's voice was flat, looking at the curious face in front of him, the curiosity in his eyes was even more aroused by the memory of the little white tiger's softened heart. When the stars hit, it is rare to have the desire to talk.

"I used to, um, it was about 1000 years ago. It's been too long, and I can't remember clearly. I took the disciples from the sect to the Yinlan Small Secret Realm for a trial, and then I picked up a very poor one on the way. little guy."

"Well, and then?" Si Feng only remembered that he was protected by him a long time ago, and he had never heard of Yinlan Small Secret Realm when he was promoted to Foundation Establishment, and he didn't know that the protagonist of the story was himself, so he asked very positively .

"At that time, its whole body was black. It must have been in a big pit, and it was only hanging for its life. I took it back to wash it, and found that it was full of injuries, but it was very beautiful. It was a little white tiger. ..."

When Chu Chi was talking with nostalgia, Si Feng listened quietly, unable to tell what it was like.

The stall owner tried three times and got Chu Chi's approval. Then he took the tiger from Chu Chi's hand again, and painted it white except for the eyes.

Chu Chi held the tiger candy figurine that had been changed in color and handed it to Si Feng. His voice was a little hoarse, but he couldn't stop his smile: "Look, it's this color, isn't it beautiful?"

"He should also grow up and become like this later, majestic and majestic."

Si Feng looked at the tiger, suddenly the sourness in his heart could no longer be concealed, and with a hoarse voice, he said to the white tiger with its mouth open and roaring, "It's very beautiful."

The white tiger has grown up.

He can also appear very commanding at times.

But...he can no longer be a majestic and majestic tiger.

Si Feng has lived alone for nearly a thousand years. It's not that he hasn't encountered any life-and-death dangers, and it's not that he hasn't encountered any problems that he can't solve temporarily with his ability and can only retreat.But at those times, he could grit his teeth and cover his wounds to find a safe place to hide first, and then continue to learn a lesson next time.Are those things not bitter?bitter.

But after the bleeding, the wound will be healed after the bleeding, but he will never want to cry like now, not a single drop of blood, not a single wound, but just by Chu Chi's side, all the strength of Si Feng is in this way……

Si Feng was in a very complicated mood. He took the white tiger from Chu Chi's hand, turned it around carefully, and saw the tiger's appearance clearly.

If he grows up to be a majestic and majestic tiger as the person in front of him thinks, then I will definitely present my soft belly to him.

"This white tiger, I... like it very much."

Chu Chi heard Si Feng say.

"Then I will give it to you. You think it is cute, and I will show you the specially made record book when I go back."

"it is good."

At the gathering in the atmosphere of mortal fireworks, in addition to some food with different tastes, there are also many gadgets that look useless but have patterns that I quite like. Anyway, two people are wandering here as monks, and they are not short of money. See it Whatever he found interesting, Chu Chi wanted to buy some as souvenirs.

Until Si Feng was at the end of the street, he was curious to see the red ropes woven by various techniques on a small stall.

There is no spiritual power on it, it is just an ordinary red rope, at most it is beautifully woven.

But this small stall at the end of the street was very lively, a large group of people gathered around the stall, picking out ropes.

Isn't this a magic weapon?Just an ordinary red string!And it's all the same when you pick and choose, so what's the difference?

Si Feng couldn't understand this group of people.

He even saw two female cultivators laughing and buying one each!

Chu Chi also looked at the very lively little stall. When he saw the various red ropes placed on it and the young faces surrounding the stall, he understood that it might be What is sold.

The red rope, according to some customs here, should have the meaning of praying for peace or marriage.

Seeing young faces all around, I thought I was looking for a psychological comfort for a good marriage.

At this time, Chu Chi felt that Si Feng, who was holding his hand, was pulling him towards the stall.

Chu Chi:? ? ?

Wait where are we going?

Where are you taking me!

You perverted guy, you are not my obedient disciple, who are you!who is it!

After walking a step or two, Chu Chi refused to leave, Si Feng took his hand but couldn't pull him back, his eyes turned from around the lively stall to Chu Chi's face, his eyes were full of why he couldn't pull Chu Chi Late doubts.

Chu Chi, who was a bit ghostly in his heart, still saw a feeling of grievance in his eyes.

"Are you more interested in the red rope on the stall?"