The little tiger spirit and the head of the fairy sect

Essence/Once he vented, the little tiger became tired and lay there lazily, not wanting to move. His brain seemed to be wandering in the cloudy night and snow, thinking of nothing, saying nothing, but From time to time, Feng Mu's face popped out.

A face smiling slightly at him.

The little tiger was a little ashamed and a little confused, he didn't understand his behavior just now, but he felt that what he did when he was thinking about his master just now was wrong, but he really, really couldn't control himself.

Why?Why does he have such, such thoughts about his master?

This book must be a mess.

The little tiger bitterly picked up the book and was about to throw it away, but let go the next second, caressing the scratched and wrinkled cover of the book, and found a place where no one would find it and hid it, so that he could read it carefully in his free time. Savor it carefully.

The little tiger woke up because of that incident, tossing and turning on the bed, it was difficult to fall asleep, and because he didn't need to sleep, so now he is wide awake with wide eyes.The little tiger rolled his eyes, thought and thought, adjusted his clothes again, put on his shoes, sat up from the bed, quietly released the restraint he set, pushed open the door and went out.

The night was dark, with only a crescent moon hanging high in the sky, scattering the cold moonlight lightly, making the surrounding area slightly brighter, and projecting it on the little tiger's face, reflecting a small three-dimensional image under his deep eye sockets and high bridge of nose. shadow.

The little tiger really missed his master, but he didn't dare to look for Fengmu, fearing that he would drive him away again.

The little tiger sat in a corner of Qingjing Peak, quietly watching the distant moon and Chuhua Mountain hidden behind the moon until dawn.

The night finally passed, and the little tiger was about to accept his punishment from Zhu Wenxianjun today, and was about to start a three-month confinement.The little tiger actually didn't care about this punishment, he just stayed on Qingjing Peak for three months and didn't go out, it was no big deal.For him, as long as it's not Chuhua Mountain, it's the same wherever he stays, and Qingjing Peak just allows him to see Huashan clearly.

The little tiger stayed obediently on Qingjing Peak, sitting in one place all day long, staring at Chuhua Mountain and thinking of a person on Chuhua Mountain.

The days went by day by day, and Bailu would occasionally come to harass him and supervise his practice for a while, but the little tiger was only willing to practice for a while.

What the little tiger regrets the most is that he became a human.If he hadn't survived the thunder, he wouldn't have transformed. If he hadn't transformed, he would still be just the coquettish little tiger next to his master. How could he end up in this state, sitting all day long? Here to look at another mountain.

Thinking about it, the little tiger wanted to beat himself up.

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The three-month confinement is over, and the little tiger has to start cleaning the peaks.

In the past, he stayed beside his master Fengmu Xianjun, never looked at these elders and disciples, and never let them touch him, only his master could do that, but now, the little tiger not only went to To clean up the rooms of these elders, you also have to clean the latrines of those disciples who have not yet cultivated into immortal bones, but are just mortals!

When the little tiger was actually cleaning, he almost died of anger. It took him half a month to clean a relatively small hill.Thinking about the [-] peaks waiting for him, the little tiger couldn't help feeling ashamed.

The guy Bailu always came to harass him in the name of supervision, so he just stayed where he was, watching the little tiger painstakingly cleaning the latrine with a suppressed smile. Friendship, the angry little tiger didn't talk to him for three days.

On this day, while Zhuwen Xianjun had something else to do, he went out and asked Bailu to supervise the cleaning of the little tiger.The little tiger looked at Zhuwen Xianjun as if he had been away for half a month this time, so he really didn't want to do it anymore, so he ran to get close to Bailu and see if he could let him rest for a few days, cleaning the peaks is really too much tired.

Egret rolled his eyes, neither saying yes nor no, just walked around the little tiger, rubbing his chin and making a request.

"You take me to the mortal world for a stroll, and I won't report you to Xianjun for being lazy, how about it?"

"This... is not very good... without the permission of the elders of Xianjun, ordinary disciples are not allowed to go down the mountain at will." The little tiger replied with some embarrassment. He didn't want to be caught by Fengmu Xianjun again in the brothel. .

"Hey, what's the matter. It's just the two of us, we won't be discovered." Bailu coaxed the little tiger.

"Tell me, why didn't I let other disciples accompany me? They are still flattering me every day, but I only call you to go. Isn't this treating you as a buddy? Blessed to share together." Anyway, Xianjun Fengmu is supporting you.

Egret thought anxiously.