Xinghuan wants to consume, so why doesn't the white tiger plan to do so. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The result is obvious, Xinghuan is defeated, and it can't be consumed.

It's just that the white tiger is a beast after all, and even if it is psychic, it is far less cunning than humans.

Therefore, in the face of Xinghuan's sudden attack, the white tiger was defenseless.

As if the hair of the hair was blowing up, the white tiger and tiger body were stunned, and the roar was deafening.

Xinghuan was so fast that the white tiger didn't have time to avoid it.

I saw that his fingers were like electricity, and they were fiercely pointed at the center of the white tiger's eyebrows.

One finger Zen attack inside, the power is very good, and the invisible force quickly destroys the body of the white tiger from the inside out.

Xinghuan didn't use all his strength, but he still seriously injured the white tiger.

After the scream, the white tiger's huge body fell heavily to the ground, roaring weakly and moaning.

It wasn't supposed to be so weak......

If it was during the period of total victory, Xinghuan would not be seriously injured at all, and could only be killed.

Under the old trees, the leaves are flying.

Relieved, Xinghuan squatted down.

Suddenly, he vomited blood again and stained the fallen leaves red.

This is the second time today......

Coughing for a moment, he ignored the pleading in the white tiger's eyes, and with the heartbreaking whining, his palm caressed the tiger's body.

After a pause, he found the heart of the white tiger......

The injured White Tiger's essence has already begun to drain, and the longer it is wasted, the more it will be lost.

So, he didn't waste time and didn't hesitate.

Maybe it's cruel.

But that's what the world is.

Sometimes, humans can eat even humans, let alone a beast.

Kindness and compassion will always exist only in the weak.

Xinghuan has never had these two things on him.

It has to do with his experience, his living environment.

Especially after losing the most important person in his life, he is even more indifferent to his feelings.

Even, he can be very ruthless at times......

The screams grew weaker and weaker, and faded away.

After a long time, Xing Huan glanced at the thin corpse of the white tiger and ignored it, his eyes fell on the delicate red blood beads on his fingertips.

Throwing the blood into his mouth, he sat down on the spot and began to breathe.

Soon, a strange feeling filled my body filled my body, as if I was bathed in warm spring water, and it was very comfortable.

Dusk had fallen, turning the clouds golden yellow.

After the white tiger died, his eyes were still open, and there was reluctance in his eyes......

Standing up, Xinghuan felt the changes in his body and was very satisfied.

The fire poison and cold poison were suppressed again and lurked.

The changes in the body are continuous.

Just like now, the leakless body is still improving, perfecting in the direction of immaculateness.

His skin became white and tender, also because he was not clean.

The blood of the spirit snake promotes the perfection of the innocent, saving a lot of time.

And the effect of the blood of the spirit snake has been studied a lot in the past two days.

The body is soft, as if boneless, and the temperament is becoming more and more feminine.

Inexplicably, his appearance is becoming more and more like a woman.

Obviously, the characteristics of the spirit snake's blood were fully displayed in Xinghuan's body.

Murong Hao didn't have the art of immortality after all, and he couldn't completely fuse the snake blood.

So most of the effects of snake blood are hidden.

Perhaps, over time, he will gradually become completely integrated.

But that takes a long time.

In addition, the body fragrance that evolved from the thymes has undergone some changes under the influence of the blood of the spirit snake.

The reason why Xia Xiaojian wanted to stay by his side was that this strange body fragrance occupied a large factor.

The body odor is very faint and can hardly be smelled if you don't smell it carefully.

Only when you get close and smell it carefully can you perceive it.

And that's just the general case.

There are also some special circumstances that will make his body odor much clearer.

According to Xia Xiaojian's words.

Xinghuan smells very good, like a poison, the more he smells it, the more he indulges in it, and the more people can't let it go.

If the blood of the spirit snake represents femininity, then the blood of the white tiger represents masculinity.

Just like now, Xinghuan easily carried the corpse of the white tiger with one hand and walked through the jungle.

Even though the white tiger's corpse was thin and thin, it was still very heavy.

For Xinghuan, it seems that there is nothing in his hands, and it is easy and abnormal.

An afternoon of chasing, coupled with the consumption of a yang finger, made him not have much internal force left in his body now, so he didn't plan to use it anymore.

Fortunately, with his current body, the speed at which he can run is not much worse than the speed of ordinary light work.

Even, under the influence of the blood of the spirit snake and the blood of the white tiger, his comprehension of "power" was much deeper.

Lifting weights lightly and lightly lifting weights is like instinct for him, and he can use it at will.

Xinghuan suddenly thought, what would he be like if he practiced "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong"?

Autumn dusk, while beautiful, is short.

The direction he went was not the direction of the Taoist temple, but the deeper part of the mountain.

In the dark, he felt a connection that seemed to be there.

This connection only suddenly appeared after devouring the blood of the White Tiger Essence.

This intrigued him.

So, he was going to go over and see what it was.

The jungle is constantly receiving, and although Xinghuan has paid close attention, it still can't be completely avoided.

A woman's skirt is not suitable for walking in such an environment.

Now, not only did he have a lot of tears in his skirt, but he also had his trousers, which exposed a lot of white and tender skin to the air.

He didn't care about this, and in the end he didn't bother to care, so he let his dress be torn.

After the sunset on the horizon had already half sunset, Xinghuan finally arrived at his destination.

In front of me, there is a deep, dark cave.

The connection between the dots and the void has become crystal clear.

In the cave, it was as if something was calling to him urgently.

After thinking about it, Xinghuan put down the white tiger corpse in his hand, took out the fire fold and lit it, and walked in.

In his spirit perception, he did not feel any danger.

The cave was not deep, and it soon came to an end.

In the darkness, a little light from the fire bend illuminated the surroundings.

It's empty, it's wide, much wider than the passage of the cave.

The ground is covered with hay, and it is very comfortable to step on.

An inexplicable connection is just around the corner.

Taking two steps forward, Xinghuan dispelled the remaining darkness.

A white tiger, a very small white tiger.

The little white tiger curled up, screaming "whining" in his mouth, his eyes had not yet opened, and it looked like he had just been born.

Most creatures are cute as children.

Therefore, the little white tiger is really cute, like a cat, which makes people feel pity.

After squatting down, Xinghuan approached the little white tiger and stretched out his hand.

The little white tiger seemed to notice his hand, licked his fingers, and took the initiative to lean over.

In his mouth, he whispered "woo" as if he was coquettish.

Holding the little white tiger in his arms with one hand, Xinghuan couldn't help but show a gentle smile.

In the dark, that inexplicable connection was completely fused.

As if, this little white tiger is his child......

I see!

Silently, Xinghuan's mood became a little complicated.

Outside the cave, he carried the body of the Great White Tiger into the cave and lit the hay.

Caressing the little white tiger huddled tightly in his arms, he took one last look at the smoky cave and left.

At dusk, an inexplicable melancholy rose from the bottom of my heart......

In the wind, a light sigh echoed: "Call you Xiaobai, full name Xingbai ......"

"Woo ......"