The little tiger spirit and the head of the fairy sect

The little tiger spirit was gently hugged by Fengmu Xianjun, and he decided to forgive his master for his little mistake.

The little tiger had planned it carefully.

He 'casually' turned over, eyes half-opened and half-closed, woke up 'unconsciously', and then prepared to hug his master's warm body with his big paws.

But he forgot his huge original shape, and no matter how big the slum was, he couldn't withstand his turning over, so the little tiger fell off the sag after the first step in the implementation of the plan.

"Boom."

The little tiger fell down on the carpet unprepared, covering its furry head with its two paws in shame, lay down on the ground and got up in embarrassment.

oops.

Lost to death.

Hearing the noise, Xianjun Fengmu turned his head and saw the little tiger fell down from the soft couch, he stepped forward helplessly, gently stroked the big cat lying on the ground and refused to get up, and sighed: "It's really not good."

Even the voice of reproach was warm and clear, the little tiger enjoyed hearing it, and continued to lie on the ground, licking Xianjun Fengmu's little hand with his tongue, his big eyes round and round, and he refused to get up even more.

Immortal Fengmu sighed, and sat down on the carpet, hugging the little tiger in his arms.With a gentle expression, Feng Mu touched the little tiger's big furry head to the tip of his long tail.The little tiger hummed comfortably, and his big head went straight into Fengmu's arms.

The sunlight came through the window and cast beams on the fairy and the tiger. The fur of the little tiger turned into a purer and warmer golden yellow. Cozy and peaceful.

Three days passed quickly, and the restraint of the little tiger was lifted, and he was finally able to speak.

The little tiger didn't act rashly this time, he was afraid that his master would throw him out again, so he decided to make a long-term plan.

Immortal Fengmu has suffered some injuries recently, although it is not serious, he still needs to rest well, so he did not go out to practice swords or practice, instead he just nestled in the room every day and started reading, and the little tiger accompanied Fengmu every day stay in the room.But he is lively and active by nature, how can he stand such a boring life, his tail is curled and drooped on the ground, showing the owner's unhappiness.

Naturally, Feng Mu could see it too, touched the tiger's head, and let the little tiger go out to play by himself.

The little tiger wants to go out to play, and also wants Fengmu to play with him.

He tugged at the corner of Fengmu's clothes with his teeth, coquettishly insisting that Fengmu go out to play with him.

Feng Mu naturally knew what the little tiger meant, smiled and shook his head helplessly, and followed him out.

He is really kind to the little tiger, and he has been with him for 500 years. His affection for the little tiger is deeper than that of ordinary people, and he even smiles more than others.

Apart from a solitary Chaomu Temple in Chuhua Mountain, there is only a majestic purple bamboo forest left.

In the purple bamboo forest, the bamboo shadows are mottled, the leaves are rustling, combined with the long and ethereal sound of the zither, a fairy and a tiger complement each other.

The little tiger circled around Xianjun Fengmu excitedly. He wanted to howl excitedly, but he was afraid of disturbing the melodious piano sound, so he circled around more excitedly, and boldly wanted to lick Fengmu's cold side. Face.

Fengmu would not let the little tiger's rough and barbed tongue lick his face, but he also refused to see the big cat play tricks and use one free hand to press the little tiger's big head into his arms , continue to play the piano.

The little tiger lay in his master's arms and looked at Fengmu's beautiful and noble face from a novel angle, and his eyes gradually became fascinated.

His master is the most beautiful fairy in the world.

The little tiger rolled its eyes, turned over and turned into a human form, its two big paws turned into two slender bare arms, its fur also fell off, and it turned into a slender boy.

The little tiger recuperated for a few days before he managed to close his tail and ears. He looked no different from an ordinary human teenager, except for his orange eyes, which looked strange and unusual.

But ordinary teenagers would not lie naked in another man's arms.

The screen looks pretty unorthodox.

The little tiger wants to transform into clothes, but his cultivation level is still low, and he doesn't have much time to transform into a shape. It is not easy to hide his ears and tail.

The little tiger is now in human form, just wanting to reach out and hug his master's waist so that he can look at him more conveniently.

The little tiger is now naked, although it is not cold, but he is also a little embarrassed, so he lifted a piece of Fengmu Xianjun's clothes to cover most of his body.

Then the little tiger joyfully stretched out his arms to wrap around his master's waist.

Feng Mu is in a very good mood today, he plays the zither freely and smoothly, melodiously and pleasantly, and feels that his little tiger is also very well-behaved today.

Then he felt movement under his body, and his clothes were lifted up and put down again.

Feng Mu didn't even lower his head, he thought the little tiger was playing with the hem of his clothes, so he didn't care much, and even joked in his heart that the little tiger really couldn't be idle for a long time.

Then Xianjun Fengmu felt someone hugging her waist and holding her tightly.

Xianjun Fengmu lowered his head.

The little tiger stared wide-eyed, with a shallow collarbone, and smiled brightly: "Master."

Fengmu: "..."