A timid and good-looking person is not afraid of the creatures in his heart, but the eyes that are looked down upon, and his sensitive heart can see all the words and smiles around him as sarcasm and ridicule of himself. Often, in the face of such 'ridicule', he will be extraordinarily angry when he is sensitive in his heart.

Hao Hao is such a one, a jerboa who cares about the other party's speech and facial expressions, facing the unknown meaning of the 'ridicule' of the two subordinates, his heart was instantly filled with anger, his eyes were round, and his eyes were cold and fierce, and they were even more ablaze.

This is no longer the action of slapping the heads of his subordinates with one paw and one paw, but the punches and kicks seem to be fierce, losing the intentional control and restraint, the fists and feet fall lightly and heavily, the two-headed jerboa rolling on the ground, the stiff pouting action at the corners of the mouth, turning into a painful appearance, a tragic wail comes out, and the sharp and piercing, air-piercing howl echoes in the jungle.

Seeing his companion suffering, the seven-headed jerboa lowered his head vigorously, compressed his whole body to the limit, and tightly curled into a ball, trying his best to reduce his sense of existence.

The miserable howl was very penetrating, one sound was continuous, the high voice was undulating, and Wen Chuanting couldn't help but pluck out his ears, as if he was pulling out the sound that had penetrated into his ears with his fingers.

"This is wonderful, bastard......"

I really don't know what words to use to describe it in my heart, every word used on Hao Hao feels like a satire of that word and an injustice to that word.

"That's enough!" asked Chuanting with an angry roar, his body jumped from the tree, and kicked Hao Hao, who was punching and kicking his subordinates, away.

"Then you dare to beat Lao Tzu?!"

With an angry roar, Hao Hao turned his head viciously to face the seven subordinates, his claws clenched and creaked, and a pair of small black eyes instantly crawled bloodshot.

"Is this annoyed and angry?

Asked Chuanting blinked and blinked his eyes, he really didn't understand, how could he make this strange head look like this with one kick, and the corner of his eye swept away, and there was a row of seven-headed jerboas with their heads lowered behind him, and the moment they heard Hao Hao's roar, their whole body trembled violently.

Hao Hao was annoyed, but he hadn't completely lost his mind, and turned around to see an existence that didn't belong to his subordinate appear, and his big eyes widened outward.

"Who are you?"

Hao Hao was stunned for a moment, then screamed in an instant, and then roared angrily, "You kicked Lao Tzu?!"

It seems that he is asking, but he is really convinced that the kick he received was from the human who suddenly appeared in front of him, Hao Hao was hoarse, and his short front paws pointed at Wen Chuan fiercely, "You give it to me, kill him!

When Hao Hao made the first inquiry, the group of rats had already raised their heads in a daze, and before they could understand how the person in front of them appeared, the young patriarch had already issued an order to never die, and the group of rats did not dare to slack off, and the nearest seven-headed jerboa launched an attack the moment they heard the order, and the two jerboas who were lying on the ground and were ravaged and did not dare to resist also jumped up frantically and pounced fiercely at Wen Chuanting.

At this moment, the two jerboas didn't care about the physical pain, and rushed to attack, completely thinking of making up for their mistakes.

Wen Chuanting didn't even look at the heavy claw shadow in front of him, his fingers didn't even touch the sword, just with a cold snort, the rushing nine-headed jerboa spilled blood from their mouths and noses, their bodies were sore and weak, and their heads and eyes were extremely empty, and they desperately moved their bodies, wanting to stay away from this powerful demon.

There was no movement, no attack, just a cold snort, which was an invincible existence in the eyes of the group of rats, and like their old patriarch, just the ordinary appearance of sitting upright could put heavy pressure on them.

Hao Hao's legs and feet were sore, his subordinates had just rushed up, and under a very soft nasal sound, it was as if he had hit a wall that could not be seen, and they fell to the ground one after another, bleeding from his mouth and nose, how could he not be afraid.

It's inflexible, but it's not stupid, and if it's a fool, it won't dare to come out with a few subordinates.

The powerful visual impact in front of it brought it endless fear, making it understand that it had provoked an existence that was even more powerful than its jerboa father, and with a very soft voice, it could make its subordinates who were the top in the clan fly upside down.

What kind of ability is required for this, and how powerful is it for cultivation?

Hao Hao wailed in pain, he really didn't dare to imagine how high Wen Chuanting's cultivation was, "It should be a little higher than the father of the Venerable Realm." ”

The point that came to mind in the center of its wailing was only the slightest distance between the two sharp nails of its little paws, almost together.

"Don't come here, do you know who Lao Tzu is?" Seeing that Wen Chuanting looked at him, Hao Hao, who guessed in his heart that there was a gap between Wen Chuanting and his father's cultivation, immediately shouted to stop him.

"This kind of wonderful, what kind of structure does the head have to be in order to ......"

What can I do? Ask Chuanting didn't think about it in the end, what kind of words to use to describe this wonderful flower.

"Lao Tzu tells you, Lao Tzu is the patriarch of the jerboa tribe, the patriarch of the entire forest, the great rat clan in this area, the most powerful, one finger can pinch you to death!"

Wen Chuanting raised his eyebrows, and his footsteps towards Hao Hao stopped abruptly, and the giant rat that frightened him just by breath appeared in his mind, and a hesitant look appeared in his eyes.

"I know it's amazing, if you dare to move a mouse hair of Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will pinch you to death, pinch you to death!" Seeing that Wen Chuanting stopped, Hao Hao thought that he was frightened by it, and proudly pinched his two paws and made a pinching motion.

Seeing the small front paws, his eyes turned to Hao Hao's long hind limbs, and his head shook involuntarily, "You are not the same kind, how can he be your old man?......!"

The voice of asking Chuanting was not low, Hao Hao heard every word clearly, and even the last 'hehe' laugh that made it feel sarcastic was unmistakably ironic.

"What are you talking about?, why is Lao Tzu's Lao Tzu not Lao Tzu's Lao Tzu?!"

With the strength of its hind limbs, Hao Hao, who was squatting limply, stood up, his tongue twister-like words were full of anger, and he moved his legs and waved the small claws of his forelimbs, eager to tear the hateful human in front of him apart.

"What are you wastes doing? Kill him for me, you dare to say that Lao Tzu's Lao Tzu is not Lao Tzu's Lao Tzu!"

Anger drowned out the fear of Wen Chuanting in his heart, it took a step forward, its body shook, blooming the momentum of one realm, and in the moment before making the attack, it found that a group of subordinates were sneaking to kick the ground with their hind legs, slowly moving their bodies backwards, wanting to stay away.

Running away, which made Hao Hao even more angry, and the action of attacking Wen Chuanting stopped, and turned to face the roar of his subordinates.

A group of jerboas trembled in fright, looked at each other, turned around at the same time, changed their movement to bounce, and fled in all directions.

"Damn, you damn waste!" Hao Hao cursed, waving his claws wildly, eager to kill these scum who had abandoned their masters right now.

"Look at Lao Tzu if he doesn't kill you! Lao Tzu will tear you apart one by one!" Hao Hao danced his paws wildly, turned around and chased after a jerboa, "Don't let Lao Tzu catch you!"

"What are you doing, let go of Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu wants to catch these scum, Lao Tzu wants to kill them!"

Hao Hao waved his front paws, wanting to knock off the palm that was grabbing the neck behind him, and the hind legs off the ground stomped hard, and the long tail flicked wildly, struggling hard, tears in his heart turned over the river.

"Little mouse, you treat me as a fool, you can't see through your little tricks, and you dare to run away secretly, learn smart, know how to find an excuse to escape my sight?ah?!"

Wen Chuanting slipped Hao Hao, grabbed the soft fur on its neck with his palm, and his arm shook, and the struggling Hao Hao immediately went limp.

"I'll ask you a few questions, and you have to answer them truthfully, or else, you see!"

With a flick of the other hand, a streamer slowly popped out from his finger, and the streamer shot towards a big tree, rotating around it twice, running up and down twice, snapping his fingers, and the streamer dissipated.

With a crackling sound, the big tree that the three of them hugged instantly disintegrated, forming long strips the thickness of index fingers.

Hao Hao shuddered, and a foul smell came into Wen Chuan's nostrils, and when he looked down, the yellow liquid flowed down the two long leg bones.

Wen Chuanting frowned, showing a hint of disgust, but he finally held back and didn't immediately throw away the jerboa in his hand, "I'll ask you to answer, otherwise that's your example!"

"Yes, yes, you ask, Lao Tzu...... The little one will definitely know everything, and there is no end to what he says!" Hao Hao trembled all over, his cute and cute face was wrinkled and squeezed together, and a pair of small eyes were rippling.