Trapped here for so long, I don't know the way forward, I don't know when I will return, I just gained a dagger that I don't know what the quality is.

The white tiger wanted to think more, even if it was confused for a while, but unfortunately, without this opportunity, he didn't go far before there was an obstacle coming.

"Where did the bold fanatic dare to pick my spiritual fruit and destroy my fruit tree?"

The white tiger followed the sound and saw that it was a super large demon shaped like a spider, hanging a spider silk and slowly sliding down from a tree.

It turned out to be a spider spirit? In the memory of the white tiger, the spider spirit is not a simple character, and in all the works mentioned to the spider spirit, the description of them is not a simple character. The standard should be a strong, tangled spider silk that is also poisonous.

The more the white tiger thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he was so frightened that he subconsciously wanted to say that we didn't. But when I looked up at the tree where the spider spirit had slipped down, and thought about the fruit I had just picked, I couldn't say anything after all.

Broken! Probably the fruit you just picked! Nothing else than that! If you look closely, these two trees seem to be similar. Is the spirit fruit so worthless now? If you see a few trees on the side of the road, there are spiritual fruits growing on them?

The fruit just now was not only picked in a rolling manner, but Lao Bai also hid some of it privately, after all, there was not much food left in the Qiankun bag, and he planned to prepare some to satisfy his hunger when he was really hungry or hungry.

Not to mention the crime of destroying fruit trees? Uh, this, it seems that the person responsible for pressing the branches has always been the white tiger himself, so most of it is his own pot? How good is that?

The white tiger was so anxious that he turned his head to look at the rolling, only to see that he was holding a fruit, gnawing slowly and methodically, completely unaffected by the outside world.

The white tiger winked at him and wanted to signal him to restrain himself, but his eyelids cramped, and he couldn't see it. White Tiger blocked his heart with a mouthful of old blood. Looking at this rhythm, I am afraid that there will be a vicious battle.

The white tiger is not familiar with these, whether it is the strength of the opponent or his own ability, he has no number in his heart, he doesn't know what to do at all, he is so anxious that his liver is trembling, and he is still eating there, and the white tiger has no way to take him.

The little bug is still as timid as ever, and at this time he doesn't know where to hide, and there is really no one who can be relied on.

The white tiger didn't know what to do, so he stood in place, busy eating, and didn't have time to take care of the spider spirit, which made the spider spirit angry.

In the long years of spider spirits, I can't remember how long I haven't seen foreign goblins, and the local ones have already formed a set of rules, like this piece of spirit fruit trees, which belong to her territory, and other demons will not easily come to grab the fruit, so they can barter if they want.

Suddenly two of them came, and they couldn't help but say, they climbed the tree to pick the spirit fruit, and they also crushed a lot of branches, I don't know how long it will take to get better, and the spider spirit is dripping blood from the heart.

"Do you understand the rules? Leave my spirit fruit, or the equivalent of something, and then restore my fruit tree! ”

The white tiger really didn't know what to do, the first time he encountered this situation, he looked at the rolling, and then looked at the spider spirit, and decided to wait and see how things developed. Rolling or eating unhurriedly, no one can affect him to eat!