The little tiger spirit and the head of the fairy sect

Immortal Pengwu returned to Yinshea Mountain in a daze.

After the little tiger fell, he immediately went down to look for it, but it was too dark and he couldn't see anything. After trying to identify it, he only saw a pool of blood somewhere on the cliff, but he couldn't find the figure at all.

Immortal Pengwu felt extremely sad and guilty. First, he felt sorry for the little tiger who had disappeared or was dead, and second, he was sorry for Fengmu who trusted him completely and handed the little tiger to him.

Immortal Pengwu recklessly ate the medicine that would skyrocket his cultivation but damage his cultivation, killed the beast, and then went back to Yinshea Mountain to find Fengmu to apologize.

The sky was getting brighter, and Feng Mu even heard the crowing of a rooster from somewhere.He didn't go to bed to rest, but just leaned quietly on the couch, reading with a book in his hand, looking at the door from time to time, as if he was waiting for someone.

There was finally some noise outside the door, Feng Mu's eyes lit up, he coughed, and when someone pushed the door, he said, "Why have you been here for so long?"

Someone came, but it wasn't the one I thought.

Immortal Fengmu looked at Immortal Pengwu with a distraught expression on his face, he was puzzled, and asked, "Where is the little tiger?"

Immortal Pengwu's nose turned red when he heard this, his eyes were red, and he was about to kneel down, but was stopped by Feng Mu, who had quick eyes and quick hands, and asked in a deep voice: "What's going on? Where's the little tiger? Where did he go?"

Immortal Pengwu looked at the obvious anxiety and worry in his eyes, and the guilt in his heart was so overwhelming that he almost choked up and could not speak. Immortal Pengwu resisted the pain and said every word.

"I took the little tiger to gather medicine, but I ran into a companion beast. I struggled with that monster for a long time, and I didn't realize it for a while, but the monster..." He closed his eyes and continued: "He attacked the little tiger , and then he fell down... I flew down to look for it for a long time, but found nothing, only bloodstains on the cliff. "

Feng Mu's face also looked pale in the somewhat dim room, and his voice was stagnant and hoarse when he spoke, "Take me to that mountain."

Immortal Pengwu felt that it would be difficult for the little tiger to survive, but seeing Fengmu's appearance, he didn't dare to say anything, so he brought him to the unnamed mountain.

The two flew down the mountain to search little by little, but they couldn't even find any trace of the corpse.Feng Mu flew to the cliff to check a little bit. He searched for caves, but he still couldn't find them.

The little tiger didn't find it, but he found the pool of blood in the mouth of Immortal Pengwu.

It was dawn early, and under the sunlight, the bloodstain was clearly reflected in Feng Mu's eyes, which hurt his heart.

Feng Mu stretched out his hand to touch the bloodstain, feeling the friction between his fingers and the rough wall stone, he felt a pain in his heart, and then wiped the bloodstain with his hands like crazy, and he didn't stop bleeding.

Immortal Pengwu had already confided the little tiger and his plan during the search with him, and Fengmu was also very complicated when he heard it.

He knew that his emotional root was broken, but he didn't want to cure it, because he felt that such a thing was unnecessary.But the little tiger knew about it and took it to heart.

Pengwu Xianjun said that the little tiger had to take the medicine himself with a heart of admiration, and finally put a drop of his heart and blood into it before it was truly ready.If Fengmu took this medicine, not only would he have an increased emotional perception of the outside world, but he would also unconsciously develop a good impression of the little tiger, so he asked the little tiger to take the medicine himself.

"He's always had you in his heart, and you know it." Seeing Fengmu desperately wiping away the blood, Immortal Pengwu sighed, and said, "I've also heard about you. To do such a thing, I must have him in my heart... It's a pity..."

Feng Mu resisted the pain in his heart and asked him, "What kind of thing did I do to him?"

Immortal Pengwu couldn't help being stunned for a moment when he heard his retorted question, and then said with some clarity: "You don't have to be embarrassed, between the bed and bed, love affairs are in accordance with the way of heaven."

The grief in Fengmu's heart has been temporarily occupied by doubts, "When did I do...that kind of thing with the little tiger?"

Seeing him like this, Immortal Pengwu felt hesitant in his heart, and stammered: "The little tiger told, told me...he also said, said..."

"What did you say?" Feng Mu asked with a bit of shame in his questioning tone, because he was fascinated by ghosts that day.

"Say... that you kissed him, and that you helped him get out the yang essence..." Immortal Pengwu was also a little embarrassed when talking about this kind of thing, and the tips of his ears turned red.

Fengmu: "..."

Feng Mu wanted to laugh and get angry after hearing this, he wanted to teach this nonsense scoundrel a lesson, caught him and spanked his ass hard.

But when he thought that he hadn't even found the little tiger's bones, he couldn't help having a sore nose, and felt the urge to cry for the first time.

From now on, he will search all over the world of immortals and the world, and it will be rare for him to see the little tiger again.

No matter how hard it is for him to see him lying on his lap acting like a baby, no matter how hard it is to see him with a sly smile, no matter how hard it is to hear him shout sweetly.

Owner.