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The exchange meeting has a general flow. The first day is considered as the day when everyone arrives one after another. After resting or chatting, after a small-scale gathering of friends, the second day will start to have elements of fighting. They compete with each other on the stage. You come to me In the past, when it is forbidden to kill, some injuries will inevitably occur, so the next day is basically spent on healing and healing the pain.

The competition doesn't count the results or the rankings. Both the viewers and the participants have a rough estimate in their hearts. It's not hurtful in the true sense. Embarrassed.

The Hanyang Sect came a day earlier, and as soon as he came, the uncle asked the master directly.

"What's going on here? I see that there are obviously more spirit beasts in your door."

There are so many people who are vaguely asked, why is it not considered a special product, why not send it to Hanyangzong.

It's not that the Hanyang Sect lacks these things, it's just a matter of attitude. If you don't say that you are not your own son if you separate from the family, no matter what, you should always respect your parents.

The master was holding a plush in his arms, he was rubbing it himself, his expression seemed to be pondering, the uncle really thought that he had some unspeakable difficulties, after waiting for a while, he saw that Yu Yang seemed to be telling the truth, With a bit of reluctance to give up love, he hugged the plush from his arms, and said to the other party's perplexed childish cry, "Senior brother, touch it."

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What does this mean?

What does it have to do with this cub?

His eyes fell on the cub, and he looked carefully. The little pink nose and the snow-white fluff were like the first snow. Pure black, the reflected light is hidden in the eyes, very beautiful, very, lovely.

The hand stretched out unconsciously, didn't you want to touch it?Then touch it.

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After failing twice in a row, the uncle laughed angrily, and looked at the master with a bit of fierce eyes, and he refused to let him touch it!

What's the matter with secretly retracting the hand and extending the distance?

The master's eyes seemed a bit embarrassing, and finally stabilized the distance between the arms, and no longer retracted. The master's hand fell on the fluffy body. After landing successfully, needless to say, he rubbed it naturally. It's still, quite soft.

The well-informed uncle has ridden all kinds of spirit beasts, and there is no shortage of skin-to-skin contact when hunting them himself, but...how should I put it?For monks at their level, the difference between the same species is also very large, as big as two apples that look the same bright red, there are two different existences just by looking at them without touching them.

In the past, the uncle really didn't have much contact with the cubs. Generally speaking, monsters and people are not really friendly to neighbors. They may not like to raise their own children, but they will definitely not hand them over to someone who might kill them. hands of people.

Just like the protection of cubs in all races, the uncle really has very little chance to touch these cubs.

The most tragic thing is that the hunted monster knew that it could not escape, and desperately killed all its cubs before dying, and would not let them fall into human hands.

It has the vicious meaning of "rather than letting you die at the hands of others, it is better to die directly at my hands".

Under such circumstances, it seems too demanding to have any feelings other than sympathy for those cubs whose fur is stained with blood and who are dying.

It's different now, for a living, living cub, the warmth of the skin is continuously transmitted from the inside, just touching it, it seems to perceive the beauty of a fresh life, and it is so soft that it feels like scratching every time. The itch in the heart, the touch of the soft fluff coming from the palm of the hand is really unstoppable.

Squeeze it, hit it again, hit it again...

"Brother, do you understand?"

When the master asked something, he was about to withdraw his hand and hold the fluffy in his arms again. The uncle glared at him, stretched out his hand, and took the fluffy directly. He hugged him and sat on the seat Looking at the solemn, straight-waisted, fairy-like uncle, there is a soft and cute fluffy nestled in his arms, and he is caressed by that jade hand from time to time. That appearance is simply a replica of the master just now. up.

Ji Mo insisted on straightening the corners of his lips so that he would not let himself go out. Didn't he come to ask for guilt?No matter how it seems to have sunk.

"What do you understand, so many..."

The master swept across the hall, except for the two of them, there were seven disciples accepted by the master, and Ji Mo was the youngest one, and they were lined up one by one, at the end, but there were not many fluffy children around him. Few, the small one hangs on the shoulders, the big one hangs on the back, the one who sleeps late is held in the arms, and there are a few people playing around in circles at the feet, regardless of the occasion, and the hair on the top of the head Behind the bun, a fluffy bird's head was exposed, as cute as a chick, the thinnest down feathers almost seemed to be swept away by the wind, and the sun shone from behind, it seemed to be more dizzy.

Except for Ji Mo, the third senior brother had the most furry around him, and there were several other senior brothers, even the jeweled sixth senior brother, who hugged one in his arms very casually.

Sweeping his gaze from top to bottom, master and disciples, everyone hugged a fluffy, at least one fluffy, this was because the big spirit beasts didn't let them enter the palace.

On top of the other cold and hard furnishings in the hall, there were no flowers or fruits, only fluffy ones, some squatting on the armrests, lying beside the chairs, and some hiding in the carved decorations. Stick your head out, as if greeting someone.

There are also relief sculptures stepping on the pillars, looking down at everyone from a height, revealing a sense of contempt for the world, and those who are playing and playing into a ball, with countless fluffy fluff of various colors gathered together, or divided into pieces. Or together, it seems that there are countless interesting things.

There are so many, why can't they be sent out?

Touching the fluffy with his hand, feeling the touch of the fluffy, the uncle didn't finish his sentence, if it were him, he would be reluctant!

"That's too much."

These are already in the hall. Outside the hall, along the way, I saw the spirit beasts on both sides of the road, and then walked into the gate, and the disciples I saw were completely out of proportion. It is not so much a human sect as it is a spirit beast. Zongmen, human beings are like servants, and they even give massages to tickle them.

"Maybe it's a little too much, but it's also useful."

Master said so, so he asked the senior brother to introduce him. The senior brother said that he might not feel deeply about the uncle, so it is better to let them take a tour. Then, Ji Mo became a tour guide, and was specially called out to lead the way.

He took off the fluffy ones that were lingering on his body one by one, and threw them to the third senior brother. The third senior brother frowned, but he didn't refuse. The fluffy ones that were thrown over seemed to be reluctant to part with Ji Mo. , throwing herself into the arms of the third senior brother joyfully, competing for favor with all the fluffy ones, completely forgetting about Ji Mo.

"Uncle, please take a look."

Ji Mo led his uncle around the gate, but he didn't ride a spirit beast. The spirit beasts waiting outside the hall did have jobs, and they were chased away by Ji Mo. Interesting, according to the rules agreed with the spirit beasts before, when you ride them, you will give Shun Mao a massage, but Master, he dare not imagine Master doing that.

So, instead of waiting until the end to be made a joke by the spirit beast skin, it is better to drive them away now.

First look at the spirit beast garden in the gate. In today’s spirit beast garden, there are almost no courtyards with this name. One was converted into a spirit beast nursery by Ji Mo, and the other was changed into a dormitory area. , patrolling, security guards, gatekeepers, all these categories live in it.

There is another one that has become a supervision office. There are few disciples and many spirit beasts in the sect. If there are disciples who want to watch the rules and the like, it will inevitably consume manpower, so they use spirit beasts to watch. Communicating in animal language, each disciple will raise at least one spirit beast cub, internally and externally connected, almost no crime can escape their eyes.

In the past, the sect expelled disciples several times, except for those with bad intentions, there were also disciples who abused spirit beasts. According to the master, such people have bad morals.

The spirit beast didn't invite you or provoke you, so you went up and down to take revenge. Is it something a virtuous person would do?

It must be driven away, there can be no such black sheep, today is the abuse of spirit beasts, in the future, will they abuse fellow disciples?

Later, I don’t know how it was passed on, Yuyangmen, ahem, Yuyangmen has another reputation. The entry standard is equipped with spirit beasts, and the requirement is to be good to spirit beasts.

When Ji Mo thought of this, he didn't know whether it was pride or shame. Generally speaking, this set of mechanisms is quite shameless, as if everything is under surveillance. If it weren't for the eyes of spirit beasts without any camera and video functions , There is simply no privacy at all.

Maybe even talking in sleep will become a topic of communication among spirit beasts, this feeling...

Touching his nose with a guilty conscience, Ji Mo looked at his uncle admiringly, always feeling embarrassed, and quickly switched the focus of the introduction to the dungeon.

Now the dungeon can only be said to be half completed. After Ji Mo discovered that the excavation of the spirit beasts was quite effective, he began to deliberately adjust the direction, trying to make the dungeon truly take shape. Therefore, it is not nothing to visit now. of.

The petite spirit beast stood upright on its hind legs, and flashed the identity card on its chest to show that it had an identity. Then it bent down and jumped into someone else's arms lightly, occupying the place where fluffy had previously been. , making a small "squeak" sound, stretching its claws forward, pointing the direction.

"This is……"

The uncle saw it for the first time. He didn't hide when he was thrown. He bent his arms when the fluffy in his arms was about to be squeezed out, trying to give as much space as possible so that both of them were in his arms. ,impartial.

"Spirit Beast Navigator." The elder brother smiled and said, "If the master likes it, just touch it, they are specially made for this."

The master patted the spirit beast whose fur was not as good as a cub's. The other party was not big, but it was pleasing to the eye. After making a joyful cry, the spirit beast worked harder to navigate.

Ji Mo followed behind with a blushing face, spirit beast navigation or something, whoever said this word, really... None of the juniors can worry, you can't hide any word once you say it.