Tigers are haunting, oooo~

Zai Zai's diet has always been taken care of by himself, since he knows, even if Bai Shu wants to be Bai Wen'an, he still doesn't like it.

The hangover soup they cooked had an unpleasant smell, and according to how picky Zai Zai was about the food he ate, coupled with his coquettish and cute personality, he would definitely not be able to drink it in one sip.

If you can't act like a baby, you'll be shameless, and if you can't, you will sneak away with his little burden.

Bai Shu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, but before Bai Wen'an took two steps, he fell straight down.

"uncle?"

Bai Shu subconsciously took a step forward to support him, so that Bai Wen'an didn't fall hard.

The Dragon King of Beihai came out from behind the tree at this moment, rolled his eyes at Bai Wen'an's current state, took him from Bai Shu's hand, and explained aloud:

"I said that his drinking capacity is not as good as mine, but he insisted that he has already practiced his drinking capacity now, and insisted on competing with me. Five jars of sweet-scented osmanthus brewing will definitely not be able to wake up within today."

Bai Shu brought Bai Wen'an to the hall where they had a rest in the valley, and after setting it up, they could only cook it by themselves.

The little tiger next to the patriarch was quite sober at first, and his black eyes kept staring at the pastries on other people's tables.

Those with bad intentions found that Xiao Zai Zai seemed to be very greedy for these things. For example, the patriarch of the Phoenix clan picked up a piece of pastry and shook it.

Noticing that the little tiger's head swayed slightly with the movement of shaking the pastry, he beckoned at him.

The little tiger consciously got out of the patriarch's grandmother's arms, quickly ran towards her, and bit down half of the pastry with a whimper.

The patriarch of the Phoenix Clan loves cubs very much, and there has been no cub born in their clan for a long time, gently stroking the cub's golden hair.

While the little tiger was still chewing hard, he had already served a cup of tea and prepared to feed it to him later.

The pastry is too dry, so don't choke on it.

The little tiger, who was full of food and drink, ran back towards the patriarch's grandma resolutely with unsteady steps.

The patriarch of the White Tiger Clan watched helplessly as Zai Zai bent a big circle in the middle, running further and further away, but his own pace was as firm as ever.

Reluctantly got up and walked over to carry Zai Zai back. Seeing that Zai Zai was still in a daze, he seemed unable to tell what the situation was, and said in a low voice:

"They say you're drunk and don't believe it."

Take Zai Zai back, this time firmly pressing his body and not allowing him to run around again.

Sitting next to the White Tiger Clan was the Dragon King of the East Sea. He took a sip from the wine cup at this moment, and seeing the cuteness of the little white tiger when he was drunk did not make him feel less worried.

"This time... none of the three came?"

They said it was the Dragon King, but in fact there was still a certain gap with the real dragon in terms of blood.

The four spirits of the prehistoric sky are divided into Suzaku, Xuanwu, Qinglong, and White Tiger. Except for the White Tiger Clan, the other three clans have not appeared in front of people for a long time.

Even for such a big event this time, they just ordered someone to send a congratulatory gift.

As for Xuanwu and their clan, even the congratulatory gifts were gone, and they couldn't find any news related to them.

The heirs of all races in the prehistoric are difficult. Although they live freely and recklessly, because of this, there is always a sense of tension that is about to come.

"Ah."

The Patriarch of the White Tiger nodded lightly, gently stroking the cub's soft fur with his light white fingers.

It was inconvenient for her to say some things directly, and she could not reveal too much in order to avoid causing panic.

She had personally seen the congratulatory gift sent by Suzaku and Qinglong this time, and she could recognize that it was not prepared recently.

It's more like something that was prepared back then and stored in that place just waiting to be sent out now.

Those two clans had probably been empty for a long time, and the Xuanwu clan had no news at all.

Before there is no news at all, there has never been any information.

It's not that she really only wants such a little gift, but it's inevitable that she will always worry about their safety and hope to get some news related to them.

Even... just knowing that they are safe and sound.

The Dragon King saw that all the patriarchs of the White Tiger Clan looked like this, so he picked up the wine and took another sip. Although he respected Master Qinglong, in fact, Xuanwu had the best relationship with him.

He had completely lost contact with him many years earlier, and the things he had sent to many of his former residences had disappeared, and he even went to find him in person, without any exception.

The reason why the prehistoric tribes look forward to the cubs is not only because the cubs are cute and can soften the heart, but more importantly, the existence of the cubs can bring hope in addition to being born again.

"Even if you can't do anything about it, then even more so about us."

The patriarch did not refute what the Dragon King said, and only hummed after a long time.

The originally lively atmosphere of the banquet seemed to have become dull at this moment.

Although they are living a good life now, they always feel that there is an unknown knife hanging on their heads, and they don't know when it will fall.

The patriarch of the Phoenix Clan has a free and easy personality. When he was about to leave after the banquet, he took off one of his hairpins and put it in the palm of the Patriarch of the White Tiger Clan.

"If something happens, I will know if I break the hairpin. Our two clans are very close."

The Patriarch of the White Tiger Clan nodded lightly, there was no need to say something clearly, they could understand each other's meaning.

"Let's go, see you next time."

With the little tiger standing there to see off these guests, the lively venue gradually returned to tranquility.

The patriarch of the White Tiger Clan stood on the mountain peak, his clothes rattling in the wind.

She stared at the mist in the mountains not far away, and her fingertips had long been blown cold by the wind.

The little tiger in her arms was just drunk, and was not asleep yet, so she obediently stayed in her arms, her four paws tightly hugging her big fluffy tail, and she seemed to be enjoying herself a bit.

His eyes were half-closed, and he would occasionally let out a hum. The temperature brought by his small body made the patriarch's fingertips gradually warm up, and his attention was shifted from a distance to Zai Zai.

In the prehistoric world, there are also people with a more wanton personality. They know that things are wrong now but they are too lazy to take care of them. They feel that they must live up to the time after living through today.

Even if you die tomorrow, you will still get drunk today.

But as the head of the clan, she can't have such a mentality at all. She needs to plan well for the whole clan.

At the same time, she is the only remaining patriarch of the four spirits of the sky, and she also shoulders the responsibility of the entire prehistoric world.

The little tiger put down its big tail, hugged the patriarch's grandmother's fingers instead, and rubbed its ears against the side of the patriarch's hand.

Just at this time, Bai Shu finally cooked the hangover soup, and after looking around, he finally found the figure of the patriarch here.

Bai Ze smelled the unpleasant smell of hangover soup from a long distance away, and couldn't help retching, as if realizing something, he quickly burrowed into his grandma's arms.