The mortal led me out of the silent hall with a calm and calm presence in front of everyone. The white clothes are fluttering, the black hair is soft, and with a wave of the sleeves, it does not take away a single cloud.

The people in the hall were dumbfounded.

Probably they didn't expect that there would be someone so arrogant, daring to openly resist, openly rude, and openly indifferent and arrogant in front of so many of them with high moral and respected people.

Walking out of the main hall, my sensitive little ears could still hear their cursing.

However, the sound was very small, and with the dull ears of this mortal, it was not clear to the touch.

I heard that there were two reasons why they did not dare to rebel against this mortal: one was because of the protection of the supreme Lord of the Immortal Alliance, and the other was because of his unfathomable strength.

But I'm a little afraid to compliment.

This mortal, who is weak and can't help the wind, was abducted to the Great Wilderness back then, and was treated as the wife of the village, his strength is unfathomable. Be blind!

People in the fairy world are always not very bright-eyed.

They never judge the facts with their own eyes, but know that they will judge the so-called truth by listening to some rumors.

Whether it is good or evil, it is all up to their subjective assumptions.

If it is pleasing to the eye, it is a person in the same way, and if it is not pleasing to the eye, it will be criticized as a demon and blamed as a demon.

The grievances and grievances between immortals, gods, humans, and demons are really not something that can be explained clearly, seen thoroughly, and clearly in a few words.

The so-called part of Sister Caidie's drama back then: Cut constantly, and the reason is still messy - that's it.

I don't know if I'm using that phrase correctly. But the only thing I remember clearly is this sentence.

Because I can't forget the sorrow and sadness between Sister Caidie's eyebrows.

"Little Tiger." The mortal called me out of the blue.

The gentle and shallow sound ripples in the ears like clear waves, which is very good.

"I have a name, my name is Xiaoxiao, don't always call me Xiaohu, it's rustic." I rubbed a comfortable seat in his arms and continued to lie down, tangled up for a while, but still said the conditions that had always made me haunted.

My name is Xiaoxiao.

The name that Sister White Fox gave me.

I don't like people calling me random and giving me some messy titles. What kind of female devil, demon, demon envoy, demon venerable, it's uncomfortable to listen to, and even with it, I don't like this mortal to call me "little tiger" indiscriminately.

Sounds weird.

Although I am indeed a cute little tiger. But I have a beautiful name.

My name is Bai Xiaoxiao.

Sister White Fox often says to me: I am pale in life and have a dashing fate. In the name of sorrow, in order to overcome the recklessness.

She said that it was actually a wish for me. And I could really feel the warmth in her deep voice. She hopes that I will get through the ups and downs of my life and live a safe and happy life.

“…… Good. The mortal answered, and immediately lowered his head, looking at me, his starry eyes, revealing an inexhaustible soft light, but I saw his eyes, meteor-like fleeting sadness.

Faint, not easy to detect.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Xiao'er, I'm used to it for a while, and it's called Shunkou." He rubbed my head and made me feel comfortable.

He rubbed it, kneading it, pressing my little ears, rubbing my little brain, and making me want to sleep comfortably.

"It's okay, you remember not to call it wrong in the future." I said generously.

It's not a big deal, this mortal already knows it's wrong, and I don't have to hold on to it. Besides, he's been very good to me so far, and I'm tolerant of him, and I should be.

But the next moment, he bounced his finger on my head, and wow—my cute little brain, made a crisp sound!

"Woohoo! What do you do, mortals! "I'm not happy anymore.

Ash is not happy.

So he was angry and asked the teacher for the crime.

He smiled brightly like a delicate flower: "I respect you, should you respect me too?" Don't forget, I'm your master. ”

His deep voice tickled my little ears. I feel that I won't get tired of listening to such a voice for another hundred years.

But - woohoo! This mortal is bullying the cute, clever and clever me again! He's bullying the cutest little tiger again!!

Hmph, it's not personal.