The little tiger spirit and the head of the fairy sect

Fengmu didn't expect the little tiger to give him a backhand hug, let alone subconsciously hug him back. Maybe it's because he's used to the little tiger's breath these days, or maybe he doesn't want to resist the attack from him at all. Embrace.

For the last time, it's okay to give him a hug.

Thinking this way in Feng Mu's heart, he didn't feel that his tolerance limit for the little tiger had risen to another level.

"Master... oh no, Xianjun... then I'll go first." The little tiger blinked at Fengmu, then turned around and walked forward without looking back.

"……it is good."

A feeling of disappointment suddenly surged up in Feng Mu's heart, he didn't know if it was because the little tiger called him Xianjun, or because he felt empty in his arms.

With lowered eyes and expressionless face, he nodded to Zhuwen Xianjun as a greeting, and then flew to Chuhua Mountain again.

As soon as the little tiger entered the crowd, he was surrounded by all the disciples. Everyone looked at him with meaningful eyes, but no one dared to go forward and ask why he disappeared for so long, and in the end he was led by Fengmu Xianjun. When he came back, no one dared to ask why Xianjun Fengmu didn't avoid his embrace.

The little tiger returned to his room under the watchful eyes of everyone, and then closed the door with a bang, as if refusing to see visitors.

Everyone looked at it eagerly for a long time, and they were all heard by the immortals.blown away

Back in the house, the little tiger's face immediately sank, and he no longer had a smirk, and there was even a hint of madness in his eyes.

He felt that he had gone crazy from the moment he saw Xianjun Wen Yu's cold jade coffin.

The little tiger didn't expect that Feng Mu would have such deep affection for Immortal Wen Yu, who was already dead, but Feng Mu still didn't give up.

He kept his body, is it possible that he is still waiting for one day to revive him?

That day.After the little tiger ran out, he ran for a long time. He heard Feng Mu calling his name, and saw him chasing him out of the corner of his eye. He suddenly had a glimmer of hope in his heart, thinking that Feng Mu would come to chase him.

But in the end, when the little tiger ran not far away and stopped to look back, he didn't even see Fengmu's shadow, and the surrounding area was empty, only the sea of ​​clouds was floating as usual.

colorful.

There was a gray silence.

The little tiger stood there in a daze for a long time, wanting to give up for a moment, but was replaced by the next second of crazy thoughts.

He must!Be sure to get the master!

Even if it does anything, even if it costs him his life.

The little tiger can't imagine what he would be like without the company of his master in these hundreds of years of solitude, and he can't imagine that the master will no longer just be gentle with him, but pour more love into another What would he look like in a human being?

Jealousy comes from love, and worry comes from love.

The little tiger thinks that for Fengmu, he will never be free and easy in his life, let alone let go. To him, Fengmu is like air, something that must not be lost for survival.

But the little tiger also knew that the more he begged and pursued him, the farther his master would run away, and the less he would pay attention to him.So the little tiger endured the pain and pretended to give up.

Facts have proved that this trick is indeed useful.

Not only did Fengmu no longer resist him, but he also allowed him to stay, and even accepted his hug.

But the little tiger couldn't help but feel sad, he even couldn't help questioning Fengmu in his heart.

Can I be allowed to approach you only if I don't like you?Are you heartless?Or can you only let go of that one person in your heart?

There was a knock on the door, interrupting the little tiger with a crazy face. He wanted to pretend he didn't hear it, but the knock was chattering endlessly, and he insisted on waiting until he opened the door.

The little tiger opened the door annoyedly, and roared, "Who is it!"

The person who came was naturally the egret I hadn't seen for a long time.

He heard about the little tiger's return from his disciples, and also heard about Fengmu Xianjun bringing him back.He hadn't seen the little tiger for so long, so he was naturally worried, so he hurried to see how the little tiger was doing.

Seeing that it was an egret, the little tiger looked a little better. After letting him in, he closed the door again.

"Nianmu! Where have you been during this time? I've been looking for you for a long time but I can't find you."

Egret spoke first, and asked the little tiger with a worried face.

The little tiger didn't answer Bailu's question directly, but instead took out the silk that had been hidden in his cuff.

"Don't be in a hurry." The little tiger unfolded the silk and spread it on the bed, "Please read for me, what is written on it."

Bai Lu looked at the little tiger suspiciously, feeling that he seemed to be a different person, but he obediently moved his head towards it, and began to recognize the handwriting little by little.

Junior brother, Zhan Xin'an.

At the beginning, both of them were taken aback.