The majestic spirit is majestic, and the majestic body is planning the wind.

A mountain is the only one, who is competing with the hero?

There are no other tigers in Qingtou Mountain, Xiaoxiao thought that all tigers must be born as smart and lovely as it, and now I know that they are tigers, and they can also be so majestic and domineering.

Seeing the same kind for the first time, Xiaoxiao was a little excited.

Is this how tigers grow up? So can it be so handsome when it grows up in the future?

Xiaoxiao has two wishes, the first wish is to have a father and mother who loves it, and the other wish is to grow up.

Sister White Fox once said that it was the strangest tiger she had ever seen, eating more than a pig every day, and it turned out to be a little bigger after hundreds of years.

There are no pigs on Qingtou Mountain, so it doesn't know how much pigs can eat, but come to think of it, it has to eat two large pots at a meal, and that pig may really not eat as much as it!

It doesn't grow tall, and it's distressed.

Hundreds of years ago, the rabbit and duck girl who was as big as it can now transform into shape, but it is still a small tiger. At first, Aunt Lu, the white fox sister, thought it had some disease, but when they saw that it could eat and sleep, they didn't take it to heart.

But it was secretly sad. It also wants to grow up, it wants to take shape.

Listening to the rabbit duck girl, the world is beautiful and prosperous, lively and bustling, and it also wants to see it.

There is no transformation, it will only be shouted and killed by the human race, and it has also seen it along the way.

Sister White Fox said that the human race always thinks that if it is not my race, its heart will be different.

"Woohoo!" Xiaoxiao looked at the big tiger with joy.

It has red glass pupils and golden watery hair, even if it is lying there, it is also majestic, chic and domineering, and it is envious to see it.

Poke its head, tug at its long sideburns, and stare at its huge eyes, and find that inside—fierce, cruel, no, already!

"Roar-" The stiff and powerful tiger claws pressed on Xiaoxiao's soft back, pressed it to the ground, and roared at it fiercely, roaring so that the spit flew sideways, roared fishy and wanton, and roared so that Xiaoxiao was stunned.

"Uh......h "It...... how can it kill it?" Xiaoxiao can be aggrieved.

But the tiger seemed to be quite disliked, and pressed it to the ground, turning it over and over, like a cat teasing a mouse.

Xiaoxiao nibbled on a lot of mud.

"Woo...... Hmm...... Xiaoxiao couldn't even scream, she could only shed tears, and the crystal tears soaked the land.

"Hahaha......" Hopeless smiled very unvividly.

He had already seen that little guy was not pleasing to the eye, who did he think it was? Every day, he hunts all over the mountains and wilderness, making him think that he is a hunter, doesn't he rely on the prestige of the master fox and fake tiger! I don't know what to do, it's nothing without the master!

But Liuyin couldn't see it, he was silent, and he was about to help, but an aurora flashed in the distance, so he stopped moving, glanced at the hopelessness who smiled without an image meaningfully, lowered his eyes slightly, and continued to stand coldly.

Gui Li, who came from a stroll, had a cold face, held the trembling little guy in his arms, and his cold eyes swept towards hopelessness.

At that time, the latter's smile was still frozen on his face, and he didn't have time to take it back.

Later, I didn't know where Hopeless went, Xiaoxiao didn't see him for more than a month, and when I came back, I saw him blood and tears.

……

The spring thunder is rolling in, and the rain in Qingming Valley is flying.

Spring is coming to an end, the flowers are gone, the drizzle is misty, and the air is soaked with a thick sweetness.

Gui Li sat under the eaves, holding the piano in his hand, and burning incense.

The strings are ethereal and ethereal. The drizzle is swirling, lingering with the sound of the piano, telling unknown stories.

Occasionally, a drizzle of rain drifted to his hair and robe, kissing his jade cheek, his face was calm and peaceful, ethereal like smoke, as if far away from this vast earthly world.

The smoke has faded, except for the years.

"Huh?" Xiaoxiao jumped up and down.

"Little Tiger?" Gui Li turned around and looked at the little guy with his head tilted on the ground, showing a shallow smile.

A smile, like a butterfly flying in the rain, fluttering for the year.

"Whew!" Xiaoxiao stood up and spread out her two small meat paws.

To hug!

Gui Li smiled, gently picked it up, and put it on his lap. He raised his finger and continued to stroke the piano, continuing to look at the rain.

"Xiaohu, do you know, this rain is the tears of the world, there is nowhere to cry, you can only use the sky to confide......" Gui Li's voice was a little ethereal.

A lifetime of struggle, a lifetime of pain. Success is boundless, and defeat is also boundless.

Alive, on pixel paper.

Everybody wants to leave a strong impression.

But after several tosses, thousands of rivers and mountains, when looking back, it is still pale.

Many things have long been predestined.