Seeing that Song Yihuan still ignored it, the white tiger rolled over and rolled on the ground, revealing its belly again.

"Woo ......"

It also made a whimpering sound that resembled grievances.

Seeing this scene, Qi Shu's eyes widened, and he couldn't wait to pick up the white tiger and beat him fatly.

This is so deceitful!

This is the tiger cub that can't be fed!

In the past two days he has been with the White Tiger, this guy is very cold, how can he be so coquettish as in front of him.

Song Yihuan lowered his eyes and looked at the white tiger, and the other party's blue eyes showed a trace of grievance.

Despite some fear in her heart, she slowly bent down and reached out to touch the white tiger.

The fur underneath the hands is very comfortable and pleasant to the touch.

And today's white tiger looks very energetic, not like weak a few days ago.

Suddenly, Song Yihuan looked stunned, and she looked at the belly of the white tiger.

I saw that on its belly, a layer of white and silky hair was clean and neat, but there was no injury on it.

In addition to its appearance, it looks like the dying white tiger I saw in Linghe Mountain a few days ago.

Song Yihuan's eyebrows were furrowed, and there was a little puzzled and inexplicable light in his eyes.

Qi Shu, who approached, glanced at the look in her eyes, and slowly said, "Isn't it very confusing, why is the wound on its stomach gone?" ”

"Hmm." Song Yihuan didn't raise his head in response.

Qi Shu squatted down, reached out and touched the white tiger's head and stroked it gently.

He didn't dare to touch the tiger's belly, for fear that he would be bitten as soon as his hand reached over.

In the past two days, he didn't get closer to the white tiger, but the other party didn't pay attention to him at all.

Now he knows why Baihu followed him, where does he think, the other party wants to recognize him as the master, and he is simply coming to Song Yihuan in front of him.

It is worthy of being a rare species full of spirituality of the white tiger, and it is quite smart, knowing that following him will find someone to make its body heal.

Qi Shu touched the head of the white tiger and said with a smile: "You will know in the future, but now this white tiger is relying on you, what do you think?" ”

Although the breed of white tiger is rare, Qi Shu also knows that twisted melons are not sweet, and such pets still depend on fate.

Song Yihuan raised her head when Qi Shu was selling Guanzi, she frowned and glanced at her, she seemed to be like an immortal around her, but in fact, she was just an ordinary man.

"No, I can't afford to raise it, and if such a big thing is brought home, it will definitely freak out my family."

Qi Shu shrugged his shoulders, and he said to the white tiger under him: "See, if you want to recognize the Lord, please don't want you, I think you should stay with me honestly." ”

Xu understood what he said, and the white tiger turned over and stood up, circling Song Yihuan in a circle, and muttered in a low voice while spinning around, his voice was not aggrieved.

Song Yihuan stood up slowly, she touched the white tiger's hair and let it stand in place.

"I really can't take you away, you're too big and too dangerous."

"Woo ......"

The white tiger whimpered aggrievedly.

Song Yihuan was about to leave, and the white tiger gently bit her dress.

"This guy!" Qi Shu was also very helpless.

"Woo ......"

The white tiger bit Song Yihuan's dress, and there was a vague whimper in his mouth.

Song Yihuan comforted her for a long time, and then Baihu let go of her mouth, she promised to come and see the other party, and she would live here to accompany it in the future.

The white tiger is very spiritual, it obediently let go of the dress in its mouth, and a pair of blue eyes are full of reluctance, watching the owner it identifies leave.