As long as I'm strong enough, everything can come back.

The glimpse who died to protect her can also.

"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 Zishu chuckled, her voice was as cold as a perennial snowy peak, and her expression was as cold as the snow that did 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 the order, and a pure white light composed of spiritual power without any color enveloped a man and a beast, and in an instant, 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 was precipitated into the dark starry eyes, not seeing the tyranny and coldness of the past, the roaring fire from hell visibly faded with the naked eye, and the thick bookish air allowed him to balance between light and dark fingertips.

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 fierce, domineering and bewitching, and the fox 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 Zishu raised her eyebrows when she saw this, put down the white tiger in the cub form 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 teaching 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 was coquettish, but his voice was rough, and the sound of "woo" was a little infiltrating.

Mo Zishu, 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.

This white tiger has not developed well since he was a child, and the spirit pattern on his whole body is only clearer than the word "king" on his forehead. If it weren't for the decline of the white tiger in the world, it would not have made this unstable white tiger a symbol of the world's justice.

No one has ever been able to drive the White Tiger, and it is also the pride of the White Tiger clan; If it hadn't followed itself from below, I'm afraid it would have been consumed.

"Miss. Don't you go down? ”

The white tiger was wronged, and he didn't expect the spoiling in the young lady's heart to be full of disgust.

"You are a symbol of the world, didn't you see your little apprentice collapse after seeing you nod?"

"The little vixen is very good, and he will be able to mediate soon." The white tiger was full of confidence in the little fox raised by himself: "Miss's words are the most just in the heart of the little slave, just like the truth in the world." ”

Still afraid of being beaten for destroying Miss's favorite compass in the past, the white tiger pleases Miss with a majestic face.

"The little slave is not an innocent white tiger, if it weren't for the young lady to save the little slave and the white tiger clan withered and only the little slave remained, how could it be the turn of the little slave to be the white tiger."

The White Tiger clan is not recognized as a strong person in the clan, and they cannot call themselves White Tigers, they can only barely be regarded as divine beasts.

Now it's the only one left in the group, so it can only be a white tiger.

The white tiger's huge cat's eyes are full of grievances, and it doesn't want to be a white tiger, okay, what can it do if it's the only one left.

Caring about those things that are out of tune every day, and you have to hold a shelf, which is very uncomfortable.

Mo Zishu let go of her hand, knowing in her heart that this white tiger was surprisingly lazy, so she didn't bother to say more, and stepped over to the back of the white tiger who was consciously lying down, and patted her furry head.

Then mobilize spiritual power to fill every meridian of the body.

"Go straight down to the abyss, don't get entangled with the beasts in the fog."

The white tiger nodded, let out a long roar quite imposingly, and rushed into the white mist.

There was a strong wind blowing beside him, almost deafening Mo Yue's ears, holding down the long flying hair with one hand, and the peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly and scanned the surroundings.

Several feet of white mist had already been thrown away from afar, and the white tiger was extremely fast, but there was also a black shadow chasing after him. The walls of the abyss are densely packed with predators, slowly wriggling one on top of the other.

Troublesome.

Mo Zishu frowned, a little annoyed that he had locked the bones of the polished sea beast with the bones of the polished sea beast at that time.

Knowing that there is still today, it is an unwise move to directly strip the little snake with the climate to its senses.

After many years, there is already a sense of repentance.

The little snake born in the darkness of Tuna could hide the fluctuations of her habitual long whip and be unfound; Now that I don't have a compass in my hand, I can't see the direction until I reach the bottom.

As Mo Zishu expected, just halfway up, the darkness was wanton, and he couldn't see the slightest bit of the situation below.

The white tiger stopped galloping, turned back and roared at the entangled black shadow.

The fierce beast that lived not far from the darkness all the year round was frightened by the roar of the white tiger full of righteousness, and did not dare to step forward, and soon densely surrounded a semicircle of opaque light, intending to detain a man and a tiger together with the darkness.

Suddenly unable to see the light, the white tiger paced irritably, and soon calmed down under the comfort of his master.

Those chasing beasts obviously have leaders, otherwise the brutal nature that grew up in the dark would never have prepared to detain them here.

In order to compete for prey, they have already killed each other, and flesh and blood are flying