The little tiger spirit and the head of the fairy sect

Little Tiger doesn't know what prostitution means, but it doesn't affect his divergent thinking. Bai Lu must have laughed at him for being caught in a brothel.

"I want you to take care of it! Hmph!"

The little tiger didn't care about being sad anymore, and angrily asked Bailu to go out, saying that he didn't want to see him.

"Don't brother, you're joking, you're joking, don't be angry, you." Bailu had made him angry, and now he went to coax him again. After coaxing him, he sneaked up to his face and asked in a low voice, "Is that brothel fun?" ? The oiran there is beautiful?"

The little tiger thought of the half-cat demon Qingqing he saw in the Bliss Building, and couldn't help but blush, feeling a little disappointed in his heart, he hadn't said goodbye to Qingqing yet.

"The whole world is very interesting, and the Bliss Building is indeed very interesting, and Qingqing in the building is also very good-looking..." The little tiger told Bai Lu about what he had seen and heard in the world, but only briefly. Went to Qingqing stuffed him to draw a notebook.

Speaking of the book, the little tiger couldn't help touching his cuffs, there were still a few books in his cuffs.

He didn't know what was going on, but he stuffed the remaining and unfinished picture books into his sleeves while Qingqing was not paying attention, and used magic to hide them.

After hearing this, Bailu looked at the little tiger with envy, and said longingly: "I have driven the fairy past the world several times, and I just found it interesting to see the people below busy like ants. I really want to Go and have a look...and the oiran Qingqing you mentioned, I would also like to take a look, to see how good-looking he is, he actually fascinates you."

The little tiger pricked his neck and argued: "I'm not fascinated! It's just... just that Qingqing... is quite a nice person." Although he likes to touch me.

The last sentence, the little tiger swallowed silently.

After hearing this, Egret held his face in his hands and looked longingly in the direction of the world, with longing on his face.

The little tiger was thinking about the picture book, and when he saw that it was almost dark, he went to drive the egret out, "It's getting dark, why don't you go, Zhu Wenxian may be looking for you now."

Bai Lu waved his hands indifferently, looking like he would have a long talk all night, "Xian Jun is busy right now and won't care about me. Come on, tell me about the world."

The little tiger got a little anxious, and stretched out his hand to push the egret, "No more, really, you go, I'm going to rest."

"Who are you? You are not like other disciples. You have not cultivated into a fairy body and you need to rest every day. You are a little tiger. Why do you sleep?" Bailu refused to believe the little tiger's words, but began to wonder if he was hiding Some ulterior little secret, so he started staring at him up and down.

The little tiger felt guilty after being scrutinized, and without saying a word, he pushed the egret out of the door, and then closed it with a swipe, using some mana.

Bailu, who was locked outside the door, failed to knock on the door, so he had to go back to Zhuwen Xianjun depressed.

The little tiger chased Bailu away, and hurried back to the bed, took out the drawing book and continued to look through it.

He checked to see if the surrounding doors and windows were closed properly like a thief, and then used some mana to add a layer of restraint before opening the drawing book.

The books Qingqing gave are all high-quality goods. The characters have various expressions, smooth and clear lines, and various postures. They strive to develop the limits of the human body, making the little tiger look red in the face but refuse to let go of the book. hand.

The little tiger looked at it, and found that his lower body felt a little different. He sat up, looked at the thing that was slightly swollen, and couldn't help stretching out his hand...

Press it down.

But that thing is sensitive, and it has never been touched like this before, so it can't help but become more lively, touching the little tiger's belly, showing its vitality.

Seeing it, the little tiger became more energetic, and couldn't help feeling a little anxious. He pressed down hard, hard, but was horrified to find that he couldn't press it down at all.

That thing was sensitive, and he was afraid of breaking it, so he didn't dare to kill him.

The little tiger burst into tears, looked around several times with guilt, and didn't dare to look at the picture book again.The little tiger threw the drawing book aside, lay on the bed again, tightly clamped his legs, covered the quilt, closed his eyes tightly, and began to hypnotize himself.

"Sleep and sleep, the swelling will not go away when you fall asleep, and everything will be fine when you fall asleep..."