Chapter 71: "Kissing" with the Tiger

She was angry in her heart, and she wanted to kick something to set fire, but her toes didn't touch the man's body yet. The sword-winged tiger pounced at once, his back hair exploded, his teeth bared, and he swore to protect his master.

"What are you fierce!"

The flower butter mist lowered the voice and drank it.

The sword-winged tiger struck a spirit, and the beast could detect the spiritual sense, and it found that her fourth-order spiritual sense was still there, so it slowly and vigilantly retreated to the man's feet and squatted down obediently.

The flower butter mist pouted and stamped her feet, although she knew the method of detoxification, she was slow to act.

After a while, the sword-winged tiger seemed to know that she had a way to save her master.

It is a high-level spirit animal, although it doesn't know how to save it, but the current situation is that the only son of the flower fat mist is left here, and she has spiritual sense, and at her look of shame, the sword-winged tiger knows that this person will definitely be able to save the master, so he was stunned and did not let her go.

Obviously it was a fierce beast, and at the moment he didn't care about his dignity, he was wronged, he came over with his eyes, snored twice, put his arm on her waist, and pushed her to his master like a kitten.

The mist of flower butter hurts from its back.

"Don't push me! Your master ate indiscriminately, and now he faints, why do you want me to save him, and, do you know, the way to detoxify the poison of the frost fire fruit is ......"

Bluff –

A tiger roared, and a tiger claw bigger than a face approached the eyes.

The two eyeballs of the flower fat mist are about to fight together!

The claws of the tiger stained with dirt and grass clippings slammed into front of the eyes, and even the fluff between the fingers could be seen clearly!

Obviously, the sword-winged tiger rushed at her to have spiritual sense, so he gave her a little thin face, who knew that this woman didn't know her face, and she was shameless, so she had to threaten her.

The flower fat mist gasped, and secretly touched the Xuantie Magic Crystal Needle with his right hand.

This needle is too thin!

She suddenly regretted why she didn't use the Darkiron Demon Crystal to create a sword.

With martial arts and secret weapons, it is okay to deal with middle-level spirit beasts, but the sword-winged tiger is different, high-level spirit beasts are guys who may not even be able to beat immortal cultivators. If you were really lucky, she bumped into everything!

Unless she can fly away.

Otherwise, either cure this man, or die under the claws of the tiger!

Flora Mist sat on the ground, her mind full of indelible memories.

In his previous life, Zuo Jingshu, the negative man, was lying motionless on the ground in a scene like the one now.

Thinking of this, she felt her scalp tingle and goosebumps all over her body.

In the first place, why didn't she save him with a long eye?

Now, do you want her to save another person in the same way?

The flower fat mist stared at the fat tiger claw in front of him, and wanted to cry without tears.

"To defrost the fire fruit poison, another person needs to suck the venom out, the frost poison and the fire poison will naturally separate, and when the time comes, there will be only one poison left in the body of the poisoned person, and it will be much easier. But I don't want to kiss your master! ”

The sword-winged tiger was stunned when he heard this, and seemed to hesitate between "defiling the master's body" and "saving the master's life".

The flower fat mist took the opportunity to slip away, but before he walked three meters, he grabbed the placket of his clothes and threw it back like a chicken!

Without waiting for her to get up, the thick tiger claws snapped and pressed the head of the flower fat mist!

Her lips were stuck to Yin Qi's lips!

"Save someone's life, win a seventh-level floating slaughter, save a life, win a seventh-level floating slaughter, save a life, win a seventh-level floating slaughter......" The pressure on her head was so great that she couldn't lift her head, and she could barely breathe.