The little tiger spirit and the head of the fairy sect

"what are you doing?"

Feng Muqing lived with asceticism for thousands of years, how could she know about self-blasphemy?Although he saw a white shadow, although he felt strange in his heart, he didn't ask.He was reading a book in his own room just now, when he vaguely heard a groan from the little tiger in the opposite room, and heard him calling his name.

Feng Mu knew that Chaomu Palace was very safe, but he was still worried after all. After thinking about it, he decided to go out and have a look. However, he knocked on the door, but there was no response. He felt a little anxious, so he pushed the door open and went in.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual in the house, Feng Mu breathed a sigh of relief. The little tiger was lying quietly on the bed, except for a little red face, there was nothing serious about it.But Fengmu did hear the little tiger calling his name clearly.

As soon as the words were asked, the little tiger calmed down strangely.The blush on his cheeks hadn't dissipated, and there were still some tears in the corners of his eyes, and both hands were under the quilt tightly grasping the corners of his jacket, but his heart had already calmed down.

The little tiger calmly pretended to be sick, "Master...I feel uncomfortable, maybe I'm sick..."

Since the little tiger has already cultivated human form, how can he be disturbed by these ordinary ailments and pains?

Feng Mu was puzzled, but in the end he was still worried about the little tiger's health, so he didn't think too much, stretched out a hand carved from white jade and gently placed it on his forehead, the scent of acacia flowers mixed with purple bamboo clearly spread into the little tiger In his nose, the smell was a little clearer than the smell on his underwear just now.

The little tiger looked at the white jade-like hand in front of him, recalled what he had just done, and couldn't help imagining what this hand was holding his own.

The light-white fingers are like warm jade, with distinct joints, as long as they lightly rest on their own things, even without moving, the little tiger feels that he can ejaculate immediately.

It must be beautiful.

The little tiger's face became redder as he thought about it, and there was a tendency to raise his head from below. He hurriedly raised his hands together to hold the lively guy down, so guilty that he didn't even dare to breathe.

"Your forehead is not hot, it doesn't look like you have a fever... Is it true... is it hard?" Feng Mu sat on the side of the bed with his head lowered and asked the little tiger gently.

The little tiger was fascinated by the beauty so close, his nosebleed almost didn't fall off, he nodded heavily, "Yeah", and said coquettishly, "I don't know what makes me feel uncomfortable...but it's just so bad..."

Feng Mu thought for a while, and then said: "You stretch out your hand, and I'll take your pulse."

The little tiger was still pressing on the thing, and when he heard Feng Mu's words, his whole body froze, and begged, "I can't..."

Fengmu thought he was acting like a spoiled child again, so he kept his face straight and pretended to be angry, "Didn't you listen to Master on the first day? Show me quickly..."

The little tiger had no choice but to stretch out a hand from under the quilt slowly, and put it on the side of the bed.

"Huh? What is this?"

Feng Mu saw that the little tiger's hand was stained with a sticky, cloudy white liquid, so he couldn't help scraping it with his fingers, then stretched out his hand to the little tiger's eyes, and asked him suspiciously.

The little tiger turned pale when he saw the thing for the first time, stuttering and unable to speak.

His semen is on his hands! ! !

Seeing that the little tiger was speechless, Fengmu put the thing in front of his face curiously, and carefully sniffed it with his nose. It was a bit fishy, ​​so he couldn't help rubbing it with two fingers again, looking at the little tiger's face for a while. Turns white and turns red.

"Master, master...don't, don't ask..." The little tiger finally found his voice and spoke with difficulty, trying to stop Fengmu from further exploring this thing.

After hearing this, Feng Mu silently glanced at the little tiger, and then a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes. He took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, and wiped his fingers carefully, and then again.

The movements were slow and elegant, but the little tiger looked frightened and dared not speak.

Could it be... Master found out what this is?

"Master... I was wrong..."

The little tiger decides to admit his mistakes before Fengmu gets angry, so that Fengmu can punish him lightly. Anyway, he doesn't want to be driven down the mountain again.

Seeing his anxious look, Feng Mu sighed, "No, you are right, I was wrong."

Little Tiger:"……?"

No, how did this matter become Fengmu's fault?It's not that Feng Mu forced him to do this, what on earth did his master think it was his fault? !

Feng Mu looked at the little tiger apologetically, "Back then, you kissed me in the cloudy night and snow... I thought you were tempted, and in order to dispel your thoughts, I was indifferent to you in every possible way..."

The little tiger still looked puzzled, and thought to himself, you think you are right, I am indeed tempted by you.

Feng Mu went on to say: "Now I know... I was wrong..."

The little tiger interrupted him, "No...Master, what did you think wrong? Why didn't I understand?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand." Feng Mu looked at the little tiger tenderly, and stroked the broken hair on his forehead with his fingers, "Tell me.

"You're in heat. Right?"