The white-fronted king tiger let out a menacing roar, but the voice was already weak, but it also exhausted its strength. The white-fronted Wang Hu was lying on the ground, with only the strength to breathe.

Yaoguang looked at the two cubs crawling beside her, and it seemed that the tigress was a calf and had exhausted her strength.

"Meow!" Qingshuang rubbed to Yaoba's feet and pulled her spatial ring with his paws.

Yaoguang took out the hemostatic spirit grass it had just found, "Can you feed this to it and eat it?" ”

"Meow!" Qingshuang was still tugging at her space ring.

The golden dragon squatted beside the white-fronted Wang Hu, reached out and touched its forehead, and said, "The blood-stopping spirit grass alone can't save it, and it also needs something with pure spiritual power." ”

Yaoguang looked up at the yin and yang ginseng, "Is that okay?" ”

Jin Long shook his head, "The spiritual power of the best Yin Yang Ginseng is too strong, it can't bear it." ”

"Meow meow!" Qingshuang slapped Yaoguang's space ring vigorously with a meat ball, as if he was excitedly saying something.

Yaoguang suddenly realized, and hurriedly took out the porcelain bottle containing the spring of the earth's heart, Qingshuang stopped screaming, and looked at her with green eyes, but it was not the usual greedy appearance.

Yaoguang understood what it meant, and asked the golden dragon with his eyes, and the golden dragon nodded, "If the spring in the center of the earth is useless, then it can't be saved." ”

"Okay." Yaoguang knelt down beside the white-fronted Wang Hu and said in a slow voice, "If you know that I am saving you, don't resist." ”

The white-fronted Wang Hu's brown eyes looked straight at her, and it took a long time to close them.

Yaoguang opened the bottle of the Spring of the Earth's Heart and slowly poured a drop into it, but the white-fronted Wang Hu did not move. After a moment, she tentatively poured another drop into it.

At this time, Qingshuang picked up the hemostatic spirit grass and climbed onto the head of the white-fronted king tiger, bit through the spirit grass, and dripped the juice into the mouth of the white-fronted king tiger.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! The sound of water droplets echoed in the silent cave, and only when the juice of the hemostatic spirit grass dried up did Qingshuang jump down and snuggle up to Yaoguang's side.

Yaoguang smiled and touched the head of this little thing, "I didn't expect that there would be such a friendship between demon beasts, if you change to a certain delicious dragon, you will definitely swallow the white-fronted king tiger in one bite." ”

The first half of the sentence is quite sensational, and the second half of the sentence is completely a personal attack, and the golden dragon said dissatisfiedly: "The deity is a tasteful dragon, so he doesn't eat bloody things." ”

Yaoguang also gently touched his head, and the golden dragon's pouting mouth relaxed. After a while, he said: "A particularly spiritual spirit beast will be liked by demon beasts, because such a spirit beast is as rare as a treasure of heaven and earth. ”

"Hmm." Yaoguang comfortingly stroked Qingshuang, who was lying on Yaoguang's knees, but his eyes were still looking at the motionless white-fronted Wang Hu.

Qingshuang saw that the white-fronted Wang Hu had lost too much blood and would come to her for help, Yaoguang thought, such a small animal, it is difficult to make people dislike it.

Speaking of which, it seems to have similarities with the mermaid tribe. The merman clan was born half-human and half-fish, extremely spiritual, and it didn't take long to cultivate before they could transform into a human form. The king of the Xianle Kingdom is a hybrid descendant of the merman and the human race, and Helian Xianle five hundred years ago was even raised by the merman race, Helian Xianle controlled the beast tide with the "impossible voice", perhaps there is this kind of innate spiritual effect that makes the demon beast friendly or surrendered.

Glancing at Qingshuang who was **** at the little white-fronted Wang Hu, between the lightning and flint, a thought flashed in Yaoguang's mind: Isn't the sound of impossibility a sound!