The little tiger spirit and the head of the fairy sect

After changing the medicine at Pengwu Xianjun, the little tiger happily left after listening to his instructions.Because Xianjun Pengwu told him that the dressing was changed for the last time, and it can be taken off after two days, and it will be completely healed by then.

The little tiger knew that his master was talking to Taoist Jiushan, so he went straight there, planning to discuss with his master about getting married. Anyway, Taoist Jiushan was also there, so he would definitely make decisions for himself. The two of them had better get married right away. After settling down, his injury is almost healed anyway, and he will definitely be fine when we get married.

But when the little tiger arrived at the meeting room of the two, he didn't see anyone. He was a little puzzled, so he planned to look in Fengmu's room. His master didn't like to go out. Since he wasn't here, it must be Play the piano or read a book in your own room.

But before the little tiger reached Fengmu's room, he was stopped by Taoist Jiushan.

He described it as being so wretched and malicious, and he murmured to the little tiger for a long time before letting him go back.

Feng Mu was playing the piano in the room at this time, and the few books given by Taoist Jiushan were still quietly hidden in his sleeves. He didn't know where to put them, but he didn't burn them for the first time.

Feng Mu's heart was not on the piano, so it was inevitable that he played a little erratically. At this moment, the little tiger knocked on the door twice, and then came in directly.

There was a strange brilliance in his orange eyes, and his face was more vivid than usual. When he saw it, Feng Mu's heart moved, and he couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

The little tiger answered him with a smile, "No problem?"

Seeing him like this, Feng Mu asked for the first time, "Why are you so happy? Did something happen?"

The little tiger nodded, and said: "There are indeed some happy things... Immortal Pengwu just told me a joke, which is very funny." After finishing speaking, he looked forward to it, "Immortal Pengwu is really a joke. Interesting people."

Feng Mu looked at him like this, but his face sank, he suddenly lost interest in playing the piano, he simply stopped playing, put the piano away, and sat on the couch to read a book again.

Seeing that he was silent, the little tiger randomly flipped through the books on the table and the bookshelf.

Feng Mu was silent for a while, then raised his head, and said solemnly to the little tiger with a straight face: "Although Immortal Pengwu is a good person, he has always acted unruly. From now on... don't talk to him in private." Make more contacts, so as not to bring you down."

Although the words were high-sounding, the little tiger didn't believe a word. He leaned forward, squatted in front of Fengmu's couch, and asked innocently with his face in his hands: "Since you said that Immortal Pengwu would lead me into trouble, how about Why do you still consider him a friend?"

Feng Mu was a little speechless for a while, his lips moved for a long time, and finally they were tightly pressed together, without saying a word.

The little tiger came out with his ears and tail exposed at some point, and with a wave, he put his face on Feng Mu's lap, with half of his gentle side face facing him, Feng Mu looked at his beautifully shaped eyes and lips, There was a feeling of wanting something else in his heart, which made him want to keep getting closer.

"So, master... are you..." the little tiger said in that posture, his lips opened and closed in front of Fengmu's eyes, and he moved down a little bit, and asked him, "...what is it? "

The little tiger pursed his lips and smiled, showing a small dimple. His happy eyes were narrowed, and he said word by word: "Are you... jealous?"

Feng Mu's body froze, his head stopped in mid-air, neither raised nor lowered.

The little tiger changed his face-up posture, looking at him with a pair of big eyes seemingly innocent, as if waiting for his answer.

Feng Mu raised his head in embarrassment, not daring to look at the little tiger's face. After a long while, he gave a muffled hum.

Little Huo Hai thought he was hallucinating, but when he saw Feng Mu's red ears, he was sure he heard it right.So the little tiger smiled happily, he got up and sat on the couch too, next to Feng Mu's body, the heat from his thigh was clearly transmitted to him.

The little tiger wrapped his arms around Fengmu's waist again, and gently pressed his lips against his ear, the hot air from his mouth made the hearts of both of them tremble.

"Master...it's getting late, why don't we go to bed...I want to kiss you, and I want you to touch me..." After finishing speaking, he licked the earlobe that looked like a red jade.

Feng Mu's eyes were a little red, he suppressed this extraordinary feeling, stretched out his hand to hold the little tiger's head that came up to kiss his lips, looked at the sunlight coming in from the window, and looked at the nonsense little tiger Tiger, sighed: "Now... in broad daylight... how can you do this..."

The desire in the little tiger's heart was provoked, so he was not willing to give up, and argued: "Why not?"

Before Feng Mu opened his mouth, he continued like a cannonball: "Master, is he afraid that he doesn't have enough experience to farm? Don't worry, I will, I will be the best."

Feng Mu's face was serious, and he didn't know where he thought, and asked him angrily, "How did you know it? Did Goulan Washeri learn it?"

The little tiger bared his big white teeth, and said slyly: "I learned it from the notebook in your arms!"

Fengmu: "..."

His master's mouth is even more unreliable than the little tiger's!