"Huhu, I don't know where Miss wants to go?"

The white tiger with its ears pinched happily purred from its throat with pleasure.

Mo Yue chuckled, her voice was as cold as a perennial snowy peak, and her expression was as cold as the snow that would not melt all year round: "Nature is the place where living beings sleep forever." ”

In the place where the living are laid to rest, there is a raging fire of life.

After so many years, that flame should have become sane and spiritual.

The white tiger obeyed, and a pure white light composed of spiritual power without any color enveloped a man and a beast. Suddenly, the light dissipated, like a star falling into the dust, without a trace.

Qing Huan, who was aware of it, looked up at the top floor of the Canghai Merchant Pavilion, his expression was soft, and his affection precipitated into the dark starry eyes, not seeing the tyranny and coldness of the evil ghosts of the past, and the roaring fire from hell was visibly fading with the naked eye.

She should have remembered part of it.

Whether it's good or bad, I can finally hug her again for no reason.

In his memory, the woman holding the compass fell into his heart with a smile as always.

With long hair like a waterfall, he holds a compass that transforms the truth and rules of the world in one hand and a blood-red flexible whip in the other. The eyes are sharp, the domineering peach blossom eyes are picky and impressive, and the robe with the waist seems to have the glow of the falling stars and stardust; There is not only the appearance of a goddess in the world, but also the arrogance and wanton descent from the martial god.

He tried his best to repel a group of peeps, and only then did he get the beauty; Unexpectedly, a thought was wrong, and I suffered hatred and regret to this day.

"I regret it." Qing Huan raised his forehead and muttered, knowing that the road ahead was no less difficult than chasing again.

The place where the living beings rest is surrounded by the abyss, and the abyss and the ground are covered with white mist, and there are spirit beasts squatting in the meantime, not letting go of a person who dares to cross the abyss.

Countless greedy and ferocious beast eyes flashed in the white mist, Mo Yue raised her eyebrows when she saw this, put down the white tiger in the form of a cub in her hand, took out the long whip in the system space and turned it upside down, and after secretly spitting it, she gave up the lesson of coming forward to teach these beasts who had forgotten their masters.

After all, the strength of this body is not strong now, and it is inevitable that there will be some pain.

When she gets back the whip and the spiritual fire, it will be much easier.

She knows her strength, she can see the situation clearly, and she will never act recklessly.

The white tiger turned around twice on the spot, and sat obediently waiting for the young lady to exert his power, but when he saw the young lady looking at him with a smile, he thought about it for a while, and then suddenly realized.

Miss is not strong now, and if she has combat effectiveness, she should take the initiative to step forward and solve problems for Miss.

It didn't dare to take advantage of the young lady's danger, it was not only deep loyalty but also fear in the soul.

Until now, the giant beast in the sea that offended Miss at that time was still wronged and imprisoned in the non-extinguishing mountain with volcanic eruptions all year round.

I guess it's going to be a dried fish.

The white tiger who scolded himself screamed at the young lady with a face that looked like a mortal cat, and then plucked up his spiritual power, and in less than a moment, the little cat became a majestic, half-human tall white tiger.

The mighty aura came to his face, as if between gasps, there was a devouring culling brewing.

Many of the spirit beasts in the fog fled with interest, leaving only a good strength to wait patiently for the meat that was about to be delivered to the mouth.

The white tiger, who scared off most of the fierce beasts, tilted his head and coquettishly again.

But the voice is rough, and the sound of "woo" is a little infiltrating.

Mo Yue, who had read all kinds of fierce beasts, was amused a little, and grabbed the word "king" on the white tiger's forehead, and shook it back and forth.