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"You bastards! When I go back, my young master will definitely strip your skin off!" Panting, Du Zhilan stopped chasing, flicked his tail angrily, raised his nose and cursed for a while, before he finally relieved his anger.

The voices of the guards gradually faded away, and the mountains and fields returned to silence.

Du Zhilan was filled with indignation, and then he drooped his ears, turned around and walked back silently.

"I'm really not a monster..."

He took two steps slowly, and couldn't help turning his head back. Those guards who were too busy to express their loyalty just now had already disappeared. No one wants to trust a tiger, especially when it can speak human words when.

"Hey, what's wrong with the young city master? Where is his usual prestige? It's really a tiger in Pingyang being bullied by dogs."

A sharp and piercing female voice came to my ears with a strange laugh.

Du Zhilan was startled, but saw the black cat sitting leisurely behind the big tree in front of the temple gate, staring at him with a sneer.

"Cat demon!" Du Zhilan's face changed suddenly, now was not the time to be afraid, he spread his paws and ran into the temple——

Unexpectedly, the cat demon is naturally sensitive and his movements are extremely fast, but in the blink of an eye, he stood in front of him, and his sharp claws instantly became one foot long, with sharp tips like needles, glowing with a strong green light of poison, and scratched at his face fiercely go!

Du Zhilan is no more than a three-legged cat kung fu, how can he be against black magic?

In a panic, he gritted his teeth and rushed to the side. Although he avoided being disfigured and blinded, three long bloody cuts were scratched on his snow-white body, and the cat demon toxin rushed in quickly, and the blood flowed continuously.

"Hiss—it hurts!" Du Zhilan twisted his body and fell heavily to the ground, almost spasming from the pain.

But at the moment of life and death, he didn't care about the pain, so he got up desperately and continued to rush towards the temple gate.

"It's safe to go in... Hold on... Jianqing will be back soon!"

Ten steps... five steps!Just a little bit!

Du Zhilan tried his best to run his limbs, but what he got in exchange was a cold snort of disdain from the cat demon.

"Save your energy, don't struggle to your death." The black cat jumped up lightly, and after a while, it jumped up again in front of Du Zhilan, screaming, and the thin figure immediately turned into dozens of black cats, lined up, Just half a step away from him and the temple gate, he was firmly blocked in the middle.

"Be obedient and follow me back to the Lord, and I will spare you from dying."

The green pupils of the black cat stared at Du Zhilan, he took a few steps back in despair, his eyes felt dizzy, could it be that he was going to die under the siege of a group of dead cats?

You can change to a lion, but why is it a cat? !

Stared at by their cat eyes, Du Zhilan's limbs began to weaken, and he almost wanted to cry.

"Master what? Do you know me?" Du Zhilan took two steps back cautiously, while flirting with the black cat, silently praying for Jian Qing to appear soon.

"Hehe, this lord is the black flag of one of the four ambassadors under the master's seat. If you follow me obediently, you will naturally meet the wise and mighty lord, and you should feel honored to be appreciated by the lord. You can't stay in the world anymore, your relatives and family members are so cold-blooded and ruthless, why should you worry about it?"

Hei Qi licked his paws slowly, bewitchingly, the ten black cats next to him were doing exactly the same movements, the scene was very strange.

"Four big shits, really appropriate..." Du Zhilan muttered in his heart, hanging his head and not speaking.

Hei Qi only pretended to be moved by him, and hurriedly continued: "And...they treat you like this today, don't you want to grasp the power and trample all those who dare to bully you under your feet in the future?!"

Du Zhilan's eyes turned cold, and he fell silent. After a while, he said calmly, "This, of course!"

"Haha! That's right! Well said!" Hei Qi laughed and said, "How can a man not be ambitious? The demon world values ​​strength, and whoever has the biggest fist can dominate everything! Follow me, with your talent, you Will gain incomparably powerful power.

"At that time, money, power, beautiful women, you can have whatever you want, and you can kill whoever you want, even that Taoist... Hmph, so what about a half-immortal? As long as you are strong enough, you want him to be by your side obediently Xia Chenghuan, so what?"

The voice of the black flag seemed to be filled with a kind of magical power, and Du Zhilan almost felt his blood boil. He moved his paws anxiously, bit his mouth tightly, and restrained the demonic barrier that was about to move in his heart.

"Why aren't you ticked..." Hei Qi was also a little impatient, and his heart was broken. Anyway, the Lord didn't tell whether it was going to be alive or dead, so get it back first and then talk.

"Boy, don't toast and refuse to eat fine wine!" The ten black shadows around Hei Qi moved in unison, and at the same time, their bright claws rushed to grab Du Zhilan.

The dim green light almost formed an impeccable net, and with one move, his stomach would be ripped apart, probably not much better than Ling Chi.

Du Zhilan was shocked, his face turned pale, and now he really has to explain it here!

He wanted to rush out and tear these damn beasts into pieces!

But his body didn't obey orders at all, he could only close his eyes in despair, and waited for death in sorrow—he was a big tiger, but he was teased by the cat demon like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

strength!

It was the first time that Du Zhilan was so eager for power.

The demon world, where the jungle is prey to the strong, does not have the layer of hypocrisy and hypocrisy in the human world, and will always be the most naked and cruel truth.

The cat demon's sharp cat claws became longer and stabbed at the huge "king" character on the white tiger's forehead!

The moment it pierced the white tiger's flesh, the word "King" suddenly became as bright red as blood, and a dazzling red light suddenly burst out, shooting straight at the cat demon——

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh which which!?" The cat demon pierced the night sky with a terribly shrill scream, his calm expression suddenly became terrified, as if he saw something extremely terrifying, his whole body trembled and twisted accordingly.

In desperation, all the black shadows behind him stood in front of the main body. In an instant, they were all pierced by the red light and evaporated. In the end, the main body still squeaked, flying away like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily. on the land.

This strange red light just swept away, and quickly disappeared into the air quietly, as if it had never appeared before.

"Evil! Die!"

Just at this moment, a wave of holy aura came, centering on Du Zhilan, the blood and venom around him were instantly purified.

In about a few breaths, the real Jianqing, dressed in white, came through the air with his sword, and the black-haired plain clothes fluttered in the night wind, which was particularly distinct against the backdrop of the sky.

The man's eyebrows were solemn, and he landed not far away in the blink of an eye.

Jian Qing glanced over Du Zhilan's injury, his expression turned cold, and he waved a sword energy and slashed at the cat demon.

Hei Qi dodged in a hurry, but unexpectedly, his forelimb was cut off, and he fled with a howl.

"Damn Niubi! I didn't expect the unawakened white tiger's power to be so strong... You must report it to the Lord as soon as possible..."

Hei Qi took a deep breath, struggled to get up, and disappeared at the fastest speed.

"Huh? Why haven't I died yet?" Du Zhilan stayed in the same place in a daze, looked left and right, and found that he was still intact, leaving only the mess around him.

"Could it be that this is the aura of domineering in the legend?" Du Zhilan was full of question marks, scratching his head with his paws, and suddenly felt a stabbing pain from the wound on his body, rolling on the ground in pain, "Oh, it hurts to death...Damn beast! Next time, don't let the young master run into each other, let's kill one by one!"

"Are you OK?"

Jian Qing walked to him in two or three steps, frowning and looking at the three long wounds, a hazy yellow light glowed in the palm of his hand, and gently pressed on them to heal his wounds.

For some reason, seeing this yellow light, Du Zhilan suddenly thought of the scene where he was touched from head to toe by a Taoist priest in the ruined temple, and turned his head away a little uncomfortably.

"fine……"

Maybe it was because the yellow light was too warm, Du Zhilan felt relaxed and safe as Jian Qing touched his white fluffy belly, he squinted his eyes comfortably and hummed, his body seemed to be heating up.

"Hmm... a little lower, lighter... ah~ so comfortable..."

Seeing him wagging his tail in enjoyment, Jian Qing was silent for a while, then said coolly, "I thought I was helping you with the pregnancy."

"..."

One person and one tiger returned to the mountain temple again, and the night was dark.

At the end of winter and the beginning of spring, the mountain wind was cold, and the bonfire in the temple was blown on and off by the wind, and the shadows on the wall dangled accordingly.

Du Zhilan dragged his steps and walked towards the threshold panting, unable to hold on any longer, he fell down on the ground with one paw: "Dead cat..."

"Leave him alone." Jian Qing slowly took out a large wooden barrel from his Qiankun bag, and said, "Wash it first, you're covered in sweat."

Du Zhilan stared at the Taoist priest's cuff, and asked in disbelief, "How did such a big bucket get stuffed in..."

He recalled that the pot and shovel in the daytime were all taken out from the magic sleeve, and he really wanted to ask what else a Taoist priest couldn't take out.

In a short time, Jian Qing had slipped around the nearby lake with the big wooden barrel on his shoulders, returned with a full load of water, and heated it with firewood.

Du Zhilan stared blankly at the huge wooden bucket full of water, which was held in the palm of one of the Taoist priest's hands, as if holding a stack of rice paper with ease, in stark contrast to his thin body.

Du Zhilan swallowed his saliva, and said, "What a terrifying brute force..."

He got up and moved to the side of the barrel, with two front paws on the edge, carefully stretched out one to paddle in the water, well, the water temperature was just right.

Just as Du Zhilan was about to get in, a slap came from the sky and slapped it on the forehead.

"Ouch-"

Jianqing Shi Shiran stood beside him, pointed to the bucket and said, "This is mine."

"Then what about me?" Du Zhilan patted his head with a soft pad.

Jian Qing took off his coat and said without looking back: "There is a lake outside."

Du Zhilan wailed: "The water is cold!"

Even so, a pair of tiger eyes were wide open, staring straight at the Taoist priest who was taking off his clothes.

Seeing that there were only obscene clothes left, Du Zhilan squatted in the corner and watched intently. He couldn't help imagining how he would be naked in the water later, laughing in his heart, almost drooling, and flicking his big fluffy tail behind him. Shake it, it's rippling.

Take it off!

Du Zhilan held his breath, and tried his best to restrain the desire to go forward to touch a couple of mandarin ducks to play in the water. His snow-white ears stood up high, and the tip of his nose began to snort like a cow.

"Swipe—" A cyan dark wooden screen suddenly appeared out of thin air, blocking his sight firmly!

The figure reflected in the back has already sat in the water and started to take a bath.

"...Do it!" Du Zhilan was about to vomit blood, wanting to hit the tiger's head against the wall.

Jian Qing moved his ears, turned his face slightly and asked, "Why haven't you gone yet?"

Du Zhilan looked at him helplessly, and said with a stern face: "Jianqing, I was injured, I can't stand the cold..."

The Taoist priest inside the screen was silent for a moment before saying, "Then come in."

"Hey!" Du Zhilan laughed violently in his heart, and quickly rushed in.

Soon, after the sound of water behind the screen, there was another sound.

"Jianqing, let me wipe your back for you."

"How do you wipe the tiger's paws? Do you want to scratch the paw marks on my back..."

"Uh, then shall I beat your back for you?"

"No need."

"Then... shall I rub your legs?"

"...get your paw off my lap."

"Oh—it's not a dog's paw, it's a tiger's paw."

"...Retract that thing, or I'll cut it off for you."

"Don't mind me, it's okay if I poke myself..."

After tossing for a long time, the bathtub was almost torn apart by the two of them.

"I'm going to wash off my hostility for a while now, just stay here and don't make a sound." Jian Qing exhorted, setting up a barrier outside the screen without reassurance.

"Oh..." Du Zhilan squatted in the bucket and flicked his tail boredly.

Master Jianqing sat upright with his eyes closed, his whole body soaked in warm water.

There are circles of ripples on the surface of the water centered on him, spreading out in all directions, and golden runes surround him from time to time.

Everyone has hostility in their hearts, and those who practice Taoism are no exception. It's just that they are good at self-cultivation, so they are much less than ordinary people.

These days, Jianqing has repeatedly killed creatures, and has accumulated a lot of hostility, which needs to be washed with the water of kindness above to prevent excessive hostility from causing demons to grow.

The water of supreme goodness can only be found in the Shenxu Sect, and the water from mountain springs and lakes combined with the meditation mantra can barely achieve the effect of the water of supreme goodness.

There is only one defect, when washing the hostility, you can't move, you can't have distracting thoughts, and you must not be interrupted, otherwise it is easy to be taken advantage of by the hostility and turn into a demon.

It didn't take long, but a quarter of an hour was over.

Jian Qing brushed his wet black hair and was about to stand up and get dressed, but he saw Du Zhilan staring at him fieryly.

"Look at what?"

"Jianqing..." Du Zhilan swallowed his saliva. The cat monster's trouble actually made him a lot more courageous. He leaned over cheekily and rubbed Jianqing's waist with his furry tail, "After all these years, you wouldn't Are you impulsive? Do you want to—”

Jian Qing's face sank, and he gave him a punch without hesitation and added a word:

"roll!"