The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post

"Can I find out, who bought the Falling Star Stone?" In the private room on the third floor, a Nascent Soul cultivator wearing a Taoist robe with flowing clouds and wide sleeves asked the people around him.

"It's a guest from the fourth floor," said the person who was talking back and forth with a puzzled look on his face. "Masters, those who can go up to the fourth floor are all superhuman beings above the level of gods, so we can't afford to offend them."

The Nascent Soul cultivator clenched his fists. He wandered here by accident today. He didn't bring so many spirit stones with him. He never thought that there would be a falling star stone: "No, the competition is coming soon. I must get the falling star." Stone, otherwise, that bastard will win."

This Nascent Soul cultivator, surnamed Ding, is the direct son of an elder of the Liuyun Sect's weapon refining line, and his aptitude is also first-class, but he has a younger brother who is a concubine, and his talent in weapon refining surpasses him.Because of his scheming earlier, he sent that bastard to go to the Demon Dao as an internal response, but who would have expected that person to have the shitty luck to get the advice of Venerable Liantian, and he immediately got the attention of the sect after he came back.

"Master Ding, the guests on the fourth floor have left." The Liuhe Auction House is jointly managed by the three major sects, so naturally there are people belonging to each family, and the Ding family still has connections if they want to inquire about some news.

"Thank you, Second Shopkeeper, for me." The Nascent Soul cultivator stood up.

"Where is the master of Ding, this time it is thanks to Master Ding for the training corner." The people in the auction house smiled and looked at the hot white foxes that were being sold in the stands.

Ordinary training horns can only teach spirit beasts that have signed a blood contract with him. Today, this kind of training horn that can tame monsters is very rare, and only a few master craftsmen can make it.

"Hmm..." Qingtong leaned against Mo Tianliao's arms, his head aching like a splitting headache, and he couldn't help clutching the clothes on Mo Tianliao's chest.

Mo Tianliao didn't dare to stay, and flew as far as he could, until the power of the training horn could no longer be touched before slowing down.Eldest brother wobbled up in a flying boat: "Come up."

He jumped onto the flying boat with his master in his arms, took over the control of the flying boat with one hand, and let Meng Hu, who was also uncomfortable, take a breather.Meng Hu swallowed a calming pill to appease the soul, then took it again, indicating that he was fine, and asked him to look at the master.

Mo Tianliao was also polite, and sat in the middle of the boat with Qingtong in his arms, parted his blood-colored lips, and fed a Concentration Pill into it.

"Where are we going?" Meng Hu rubbed his forehead, and glanced at his master who was not in good condition. He didn't know which wicked old thing made this training corner, and it was so powerful.

"Let's go back to the sect first." Just as Mo Tianliao was talking, the flying boat stopped suddenly, causing the three of them to fall forward at the same time.Mo Tianliao quickly hugged the master and rolled on the spot, and then let go of that strength.

"Who?" Meng Hu got up angrily, someone used a weapon to forcibly stop the flying boat from moving forward.

The person on the opposite side obviously didn't expect this magic weapon to have such an effect, and was really taken aback for a moment: "Ding Zijin, the son of the elder Dinghu of Liuyun Sect, did not intend to offend senior... Ah, so it is Junior Brother Meng."

Meng Hu frowned, the three major sects had frequent contacts, he knew Ding Zijin, not because of any friendship, but because this person seemed to always devote himself to getting to know the direct disciples of each sect, and even gave him some small magic weapons.

The flying boat has a layer of light, and if the people inside don't stand up, they can't see it from the outside, so Ding Zijin doesn't know who is sitting in the boat, but since Meng Hu is here, the cultivator of Huashen must be Wo Yunzong The cave master or the elder who protects the mountain.

"It's like this, the Grand Competition of the Liuyun Sect is coming up, and I really need the Falling Star Stone, I don't know..." Ding Zijin chose his words carefully.

Meng Hu's face darkened, how did this person know that they bought the Falling Star Stone?It must be the news revealed by Liuhe Auction House, these villains! "Brother Ding, this has already broken the rules of Liuhefang, you'd better leave as soon as possible." The meaning is very clear, the elders in the boat are too lazy to talk to you now, if you continue to entangle, you will be beaten sooner or later!

"I'm really offending you. I have a high-grade spiritual weapon and ten thousand-year-old spiritual grass here. I just want to part with the Falling Star Stone." Ding Zijin squinted at Feizhou as he spoke.His father, Ding Hu, is the best craftsman among the three major sects, and even the head of the Woyun Sect has to give him some face. Just go to the door to ask for a change in name.

Qingtong leaned against Mo Tianliao's arms, frowning, she was so noisy, she got up and prepared to teach this ignorant junior a lesson.As soon as Clinker stood up, a burst of severe pain struck him, and he immediately bit his lower lip.There was a Nascent Soul cultivator outside, if he knew that the power of Huashen had been seriously injured, he might have to grab it.

Mo Tianliao hastily carried him back, pinched Qingtong's jaw, and said in a deep voice, "Open your mouth." The round blood dripped from the clenched lower lip, slid down the white chin, and dripped on the snow-colored shark's mouth. silk on.Mo Tianliao's heart ached when he saw it, he forcibly squeezed his tightly closed lower lip, and quickly leaned over, squeezing the uncontrollably overflowing moan between his lips and teeth.

Her cool and beautiful eyes widened suddenly, and she stared fixedly at the enlarged handsome face in front of her, feeling a little dazed for a moment.What is this villain doing?

The touch between the lips was very soft, like jelly-like sweet-scented osmanthus cake, with an unspeakable sweetness in the coolness, Mo Tianliao was a little intoxicated for a moment, and only after a moment of trance did he realize what he had done on impulse.He, unexpectedly, kissed the master!The hairs on his back stood up immediately, thinking that it's over, Mr. Cat will definitely scratch him out of the shavings.

The jade-like fingertips resting on Mo Tianliao's back immediately transformed into five sharp claws, which shone coldly in the sun. Damn villain, uh... the claws that were raised just now suddenly softened. , A warm breath slowly passed over the place where the two touched, with a faint fragrance of grass and trees, which relieved the severe pain very well.

Ningshen Pill can only temporarily stabilize the soul, but it can't reduce his pain. This breath is like a clear spring pouring on dry land. He has never experienced such comfort for a long time. Qingtong couldn't help closing his eyes slowly.

Mo Tianliao realized that he had done something stupid, and he didn't dare to make any big moves for fear of hurting the master in his arms, so he stiffened his body and separated bit by bit, ready to be severely beaten by the master.Clinker, just left a distance of a finger's width, that sweet thin lips followed him and kissed him again.

"Hmm!" Mo Tianliao was completely stunned, staring blankly at the handsome man who was close at hand, his cold eyes were covered by drooping eyelids, and his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, scratching his face lightly, tickling him. , Straight to the heart.

Move with your heart, the way is natural.

As a demon cultivator, Mo Tianliao would not wrong himself. Since the master didn't intend to kill him for a while, and he really wanted to kiss him right now, he hugged the beauty in his arms tightly according to his heart, deepening his affection. kissed.

Meng Hu was so entangled by this Ding that he wanted to bite, but there was no movement in the boat, so there must be something wrong with Master, right?Thinking of this, he became even more anxious, and was about to go down to have a look, when a white empty palm suddenly called towards Ding Zijin who was talking vigorously.

Ding Zijin was startled, flipped in the air hastily, and sacrificed a defensive treasure at the same time, the precious light from the treasure was touched by the palm wind, forcefully ejecting him several feet away.

"Master." Meng Hu turned his head, and saw Qingtong standing behind him with his hands up and down. Although his complexion was still a bit unwell, his lips were no longer as pale as before.

Ding Zijin quickly summoned the flying sword to catch him, stood firm, and when he saw the people in the boat clearly, his heart shuddered.Even if he meets the lord of Woyun Sect, there is still room for change. How can he be so unlucky to meet the real Qingtong real person who has a bad temper! "Junior... ah..." Before he could finish his sentence, he was slapped again.

"Get out!" The cold voice pierced through the sky with strong spiritual power.

"I don't know if it's the real person from Qingtong, what an offense!" Ding Zijin didn't dare to say any more, this real person didn't show affection, and made this evil spirit unhappy, let alone him, even if his father came, he would still hit him Not wrong.Leaving this sentence in a hurry, he ran away with Feijian in his ass.

As for a Daoist Nascent Soul, as long as he is strong enough and has enough spiritual treasures, he is still capable of fighting against Huashen.However, Ding Zijin wanted to find out some news, but he didn't intend to go all out. He also planned to go to Woyunzong to exchange for the Falling Star Stone in the future. Walking is the best policy.

"Master, are you alright?" Meng Hu stepped forward to help Qingtong sit back.

"It's okay." Qing Tong sat down and glanced at Mo Tianliao who was huddled in the corner.

"Huh? Junior brother, what's the matter with you?" Meng Hu leaned over curiously, and saw his junior brother leaning against the stern, holding his head and not speaking.

"No, it's nothing..." Mo Tianliao lowered his head and moved to the helm, "Master is fine, brother rest, let me take the helm." Then, he couldn't help but grab the helm.

"Humph." Qingtong snorted, grabbed the big apprentice who was trying to get closer, and slapped that big head.

Meng Hu scratched his head, although he was very curious, but the teacher's order must not be disobeyed, so he honestly turned into a furry tiger, and was carried to the stern by the master with one hand.

Said it was carrying, but in fact, Qingtong just grabbed the big tiger by the nape of its neck, and it followed it consciously, and at the end, it lay down with a plop, as if it was being trampled by the king.

Qingtong leaned against the warm big tiger and squinted at the silent person in front of him. The black outer robe was blown up by the wind, and the ragged outer shirt couldn't cover it immediately, revealing the dark color inside. Underwear.Stretching out his slender fingers, he looked in front of him, and then at the huddled guy in front of him, feeling itchy again.

Mo Tianliao touched his white face and the tooth marks on his chin, but he didn't dare to say anything.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

"What a fulfilling and meaningful day"

Xiaoniao: Did you gain anything today?

Liuhefang: I have harvested a lot of spirit stones, money, money!

The nails are tight: I was slapped by a real person, and I was scared to pee!

Colorful Tiger: I have gained an incredible secret, boo! (⊙ω⊙)

Carpenter: Harvested... a face full of shavings... hehehehe