Night, silent night.

The only thing left was the "rustle" sound of the breeze stirring the leaves, which was very ordinary, very usual, usually to the winged white tiger, which would be heard every day.

It dragged its tired body back to its lair, a pair of fleshy wings hanging listlessly on either side of its body, and the majestic king-shaped pattern between its eyebrows was dull because of fatigue.

It followed the dragon's orders and patrolled the area for a whole day, encountering a total of three intruders and killing three intruders.

What three poor people, it thought.

Originally, there was no rule of "trespasser death" in Jileitan, but since the appearance of Jiaolong, all the rules have changed.

The monsters can't get close to the medicine garden, during the daytime, and can't hide in the nest to sleep, they must go out to patrol and kill every trespasser.

The Flying Winged White Tiger was not originally a thirst for killing, and there was no natural thirst for killing, but since the first person was killed, the killing intent was imprinted into its bone marrow - every time it kills a person, a spirit grass, this is a very cost-effective sale.

Aren't humans often hunting monsters?

The cave leads to an underground hot spring, the most desired place for the Winged White Tiger, and every day, after returning to the nest, it jumps into the warmth and soaks for half an hour, only in this way can it wash away the tiredness of its body - this is its daily compulsory homework, and today is no exception.

Suddenly, it smelled a strange scent, a strange smell other than the sulfur scent.

What is that?

Is it a barbecued goat, or a cooked hare?

By chance, after tasting human food, the Flying Winged White Tiger became obsessed with this fragrance, and if it weren't for the ironclad rule of "death to those who trespass into the Thunder Pool", he would even want to go to a nearby town and kidnap a human cook.

Yes, it's called a chef, and the person who is good at cooking in humans is called a chef, and the winged white tiger knows it from the mouth of a dying warrior.

Continue soaking in the hot springs, or go out and see where the scent comes from?

If it were usual, this must be a difficult choice, but since there is the rule of "kill a person, get a spirit grass", the flying winged white tiger finds itself more and more enthusiastic about the activity of killing, can meet the **, and can get rewards, why not?

Demon beasts can't cook, only humans cook, so where the smell of meat comes from, there must be humans.

"I'm really sorry, someone is actually cooking at the entrance of the cave in this seat, isn't this looking for death?" thought the winged white tiger, his bright eyes turned twice in his sockets, and finally stepped out of the hot spring.

It's all over the body, but it doesn't matter, the physique of the demon beast is not comparable to the weak body of a human being.

It walked out of the cave slowly with the steps of the devil, and was about to shake the tiger's body, and when it used its momentum to scare those human warriors with its own momentum, it suddenly found that the open space at the entrance of the cave was empty.

There was only one bonfire, and on it stood a golden goat.

Good stuff!

The Winged White Tiger took a step forward.

Wait, the atmosphere isn't right!

Why is there no one, is it an ambush?

The thick beard was slightly upturned, and a hideous tiger face showed a strange smile that only humans have.

This is not the first time he has encountered an ambush, there have been human warriors who whimsically used the same method to ambush him, but unfortunately, those guys are not strong, and the medicine they use is not good, it tore apart all the people who ambushed themselves.

To be honest, humans are really scheming, if it weren't for those warriors who miscalculated each other's strength, the Flying Winged White Tiger would really be able to fold there.

But as the saying goes: eat a trench and grow wisdom. This is useful not only for humans, but also for monsters.

The Flying Winged White Tiger raised his right paw contemptuously, and his already sharp nails immediately swelled by more than three inches, slamming heavily on the ground.

The earth shook, and a crack appeared around its claws.

How is it possible?

Not even a single voice.

The Winged White Tiger prides itself on being sensitive, but at the moment it feels nothing.

There was silence.

No, there is only the "rustling" sound of the wind blowing the leaves, which is normal, Yun Mengze is already windy.

The winged white tiger walked slowly to the campfire, looking left and right all the way, but never found anything unusual.

"Yes, humans can't be so stupid, they must have smeared the goats with medicine, and they will only show up when I am poisoned. ”

The flying winged white tiger smiled, and with a wave of its paws, the goat immediately flew into its hands, and a tempting smell of meat invaded the nose without any abnormal taste.

No problem?

The Winged White Tiger was puzzled.

Could it be that the human who was barbeconing here had left beforehand? The mind of the demon beast can only think of this, and no matter how much it is, it will not be able to do anything.

It leaned down, took a few bites, and swallowed the goat's flesh and bones, and at the end, it wiped its mouth with a sigh of intent.

"It's really delicious, it's much more delicious than the last time I ate it, and the one who roasted this goat must be a human chef, and I heard that this kind of person is very timid. ”

The Flying Winged White Tiger was thinking about the chef while shaking his body and walking to his lair.

"Damn Jiaolong, what kind of rules are set, I don't even dare to keep a dedicated chef in this seat, but Jiaolong is really powerful, I'm not its opponent, fortunately, it's about to break through the condensation period, and when it breaks through the condensation period, Jileitan is my world again. ”

The winged white tiger sat on the dream of dominating the thunder pool, and stepped into the warmth.

The water was warm and soft, like a tigress's paws, groping its back and moaning in comfort, but for some reason it suddenly felt so tired that it couldn't even open its eyes.

It's strange that warmth relieves fatigue, so how can you get more and more tired the more you soak?

"Forget it, what's the matter, it's true to get a good night's sleep!"

Tiredness was like a wave, eroding the nerves of the flying winged white tiger, he felt more and more tired, more and more difficult to support, and an inexplicable sense of fear came to his heart.

It suddenly wanted to struggle, to get out of this warm place, but at this moment, it lost its proud strength.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with me?"

The eyelids became heavier and the consciousness became more and more blurred, and the winged white tiger realized that something was wrong, but it was too late, and the weakness conquered it, closed its eyes, and drained its soul.

The firelight lit up, and several figures appeared at the entrance of the cave, it was Han Chuang and the others.

Looking at the dead winged white tiger in the hot spring, a trace of sadness flashed in Xuanbi's eyes.

"It's very gluttonous, and I didn't expect it to die from gluttony. ”

One-eyed Liao nodded and said to Han Chuang, "What kind of poison are you using, even the Flying Winged White Tiger can't resist it." ”

Han Chuang smiled slightly, glanced at his palm, the black line left by Cui Meiniang had disappeared, and all the toxins had been injected into the hot spring.

How could the poison used by the martial artists of the Condensation Period be able to resist the demon beasts of the Transformation Period?