The protagonist wants to steal my script again

That day, many monks who failed to find the trace of the spirit treasure came to An Minghui's courtyard unwillingly to inquire about the situation. It took him a lot of effort to get rid of these people and monsters. In the state of being severely injured, otherwise, with his current spiritual power, it would not be enough to cover the opponent's aura.

Different from their mortal monsters, the little tiger was born from the pure spirit of heaven and earth, and he was born with a spiritual power that is difficult for ordinary people to match in his life. The name was deliberately named, and other colleagues in the fairy world directly called it White Tiger.

Now, if you want to hide this identity, you can't call it so straightforward, so An Minghui followed the name given to the little tiger by the original owner in the plot, and called him Red Crow.

Although it is called that for the time being, he privately feels that this name does not match the character and appearance of the little tiger himself.

As for the origin of the red crow, it's easy to conceal, and it's really not An Minghui's nonsense. He may have picked up nearly half of the monsters in the entire mountain forest. Now it's not surprising to pick up another little tiger.Besides, this place is usually not disturbed by outsiders, and it will be safer to reset the barrier after he recovers from his injuries.

Another frustrating point is that Chi Crow's personality is really far from the fairy king An Minghui imagined.The plot he got was very brief. He only knew that the original owner had been with the protagonist for a long time, but he didn't know that the protagonist had such...a temperament that couldn't be described in words.

In the fairy world, Baihu Xianjun, who holds the position of supervising soldiers...is it really okay to be so innocent?

Originally, he thought that the red crow had turned back into a child even with his mind, but after he taught the red crow the way to restrain his breath once, the other party quickly learned it, and the speed of absorbing knowledge did not seem uncivilized.

"Meow!" An Minghui habitually put his two wide sleeves together facing each other, and when he was walking, he still heard a strange-sounding meow from behind him from time to time.

"I said you don't have to meow like a cat." He sighed, worrying about how to correct these bad habits of his bear cubs, "You can't always be like this..." Always hanging on his tail like this superior.

"Meow meow!" Red Crow felt that the big fox was lying to him. When the cat demon yelled like this before, the big fox was very easy to talk to.

Now that he saw Red Crow like this, he felt that some of his previous considerations seemed a bit redundant.

After being picked up by An Minghui and healed of his wounds, the red crow clung to his tail even more vigorously all day long. Except for the time of eating and sleeping, he wished he could hang on that fluffy fox tail all the time.

It's not right to say that, even the red crow sleeps on his tail when he sleeps, making him always worried that if he turns over, he will crush the little tiger.

After entering the study and sitting down, An Minghui moved his tail and lifted the little tiger up to him, and earnestly taught: "Although you can't transform into a human body for the time being, you don't have to bark like a normal animal all the time, you have to talk well."

Yes, after getting along for a few days, he discovered that the red crow can talk, but most of the time, he obviously prefers meowing to talking.

"Meow ouch~" The red crow rubbed the tip of his tail coquettishly, and the slender tail unique to felines swayed slowly in mid-air.

"If you're always like this, I'm going to put my tail away."

Eyes widened in shock, Red Crow stared at him in disbelief, and didn't even move his tail, as if he couldn't believe that the gentle and soft-hearted big fox would say such cruel words to threaten him.

"But it's cute if you call it that way." He argued aggrievedly, "It needs to be cute to be pleasing."

When speaking in the form of an animal, the test is not the tongue, but more relying on spiritual power, and the voice will be different from the animal form. An Minghui feels that the voice of the red crow has not changed much, even as a human. His speech still sounded soft, like an innocent boy.

From a certain point of view, this can be regarded as very disillusioning. If An Minghui was asked to describe the image of the white tiger in his mind, it would probably be heroic and imposing, at least not so soft. The appearance of being coquettish.

"But you have to talk like this so I can know what you think, and I want to talk to you more."

"Really? Do you like to talk to me?" The tail that had been languid all of a sudden regained its energy, flicking it back and forth excitedly, "Then I'm talking to you, don't put your tail away, okay?"

An Minghui is also very troubled by the three sentences.

"Yes." He reluctantly replied, "Then can you tell me why you like my tail so much?"

"Because it looks good and is so soft." Red Crow said, rubbing his head back and forth on the soft fur on the fox's tail, and occasionally sticking out his small tongue to lick it carefully, to clean the hair that was messed up by himself just now. Reorganized, "When you pressed me under the tail, I opened my eyes and saw a large red area in front of me, it was very beautiful! It was the first time I saw such a beautiful color after falling from the sky , still so soft!"

"...Okay, as long as you like it." Maybe this is the unique habit of the spirit beast, "I can lend you the tail to play with, but you have to promise me that you will never give it to anyone or anyone other than me. The demon reveals that you are from the sky, and they can't find that your breath is different from ordinary demons, otherwise we will all be in danger, okay?"

This is not the first time An Minghui has mentioned this matter, and Chi Crow naturally agreed, but tilted his head and asked curiously: "What is the danger? What will happen if there is danger?"

Serious words will die.

Red Crow lacks understanding of many things now, and his mind is as simple as a piece of white paper. An Minghui didn't want to instill the meaning of death in him so quickly, so he just said tactfully: "It's a very bad thing anyway, if You failed to do what I said, after the incident was leaked... we will never meet again, and there will be no more tails."

This is a very big event for the current Red Crow.

Sure enough, after hearing what he said, Red Crow immediately nodded nervously, and at the same time tightened his grip on the big tail in his arms, as if he was very afraid that such a thing would happen: "I won't let them find out, Do you want to keep lending me a tail hug?"

It's a bit silly to be stupid, but it's still likable when you're so obedient.

An Ming nodded in agreement with a dark smile, and scratched the little tiger's chin with his finger: "Okay."

"I will listen to you in everything from now on, can you smooth my fur too?" The little tiger squinted his eyes comfortably after being scratched, and acted like a baby, "When you smoothed those little demons, they seemed very comfortable , I want it too! You can't be partial!"

"Okay." Speaking of this, he felt a little wronged. How could he be partial?It was clear that the red crow was hanging on his tail all day long, and he couldn't think of stretching his tail in front of him to touch the tiger, "But you can't be lazy, you have to practice hard, and strive to heal the injury of the soul as soon as possible. "

"You said that I am different from those monsters, so would I be very powerful before I was injured and lost my memory?"

"I don't know what you looked like back then." An Minghui shook his head, still gently stroking the fluff on the red crow's neck with his fingertips, and couldn't help laughing when he saw the cub's tail wagging in comfort He came out, "But it must be very powerful, and probably it would be an easy task to defeat me. At that time, when I see you, I may have to bow my head and respectfully call you Lord Xianjun."

Red Crow didn't seem to understand the meaning of his words very well, he just blinked and muttered in a low voice: "It's not cute to become so powerful, you won't play with my tail anymore, it's not good at all."

He still likes how small and cute he is now, he can hug the big tail and hang on the big fox every day, and he can be gently carried into the water basin by the big fox to take a bath, and his whole body is very comfortable after being massaged.

Amused by these words, An Minghui stopped the fingers that were originally combing his hair, and flicked his forehead lightly: "You, I don't know what to do. Now I can protect you in this mountain forest , if you go outside in the future, no one will be able to take care of you."

"Then I don't want to go out."

"Are you sure I won't throw you out?" An Minghui teased him gently, "It's a thankless task to take care of you every day." Although he picked up countless little monsters, I have long been used to taking care of a few small animals by my side.

However, Red Crow felt that the point was right. He hugged his big tail and thought about it for a long time. After a long while, his eyes finally brightened. He thought of a solution, and excitedly suggested: "Didn't you say that I am precious, many Does everyone want mine? Then you stay with me like this all the time, and I can give you whatever is useful in me!"

It's true that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and dares to say anything, without knowing what kind of promise he made.

An Minghui flicked the little tiger's forehead again, feeling that he really had a worrying pet: "In the future, you are not allowed to make such conditions at will. Do you know what will happen to you if you are caught? It’s a means to make you miserable.”

To be honest, the inner alchemy is not the only thing that is valuable on Baihu Xianjun, the rest of the fur, bones and even blood are excellent materials for refining magic weapons. To die in agony after being tortured and stripped of all value.

"But you are different. How could you hurt me after you saved me?" The little tiger retorted unconvinced, "So it doesn't matter if you only agree to this condition."

Why are you so stupid?In the original plot, how lucky is it that such a stupid tiger can escape alive and kill the villain?

He sighed helplessly and rubbed the silly tiger's head.

The author has something to say: Little Tiger's Work Diary:

I picked up a big fox

His tail is so beautiful and soft, I especially like it

The big fox can also play nice tunes and cook a lot of delicious food

I don't remember anything from my past

But he must be the favorite big fox I have ever seen!

I think in this chapter, keen readers can already guess what attribute the protagonist is [doge]