Mizusawa passed. Luoyang let out a long breath, a little happy for the rest of his life. Fortunately, those big snakes can't fly, otherwise I'm afraid they would have been here this time.

The hearse was speeding away, and after another ten kilometers of travel, the line between the two dots had shrunk by almost half.

In front of it is a black forest, whether it is a large tree or a small tree, the trunk and branches are black, and it is so black that it absorbs light.

The sun shone on the dense canopy of trees, but the forest was pitch black, and there was not a trace of sunlight in sight. The black forest was still filled with a thick black fog, and the wisps were rising and lingering, and the picture was extremely eerie.

Such a forest is scary to look at, let alone enter. The hearse was already at a height of about 20 meters, but Luoyang pulled up the height again, and it couldn't rise before stopping.

In this attempt, he also mastered the limit height of the hearse, which is more than 30 meters, and then drove over the Black Forest.

Occasionally, a few huge black trees in the Black Forest are close to or more than 30 meters in height, and Luoyang also detours in advance to avoid contact, and only returns to the straight route after bypassing.

But even with such caution, there was a little problem after a distance.

"Help...... Help......" A woman's voice suddenly came out of the Black Forest, full of fear and helplessness.

Luoyang lowered his head and followed the sound. It just so happened that there was a clearing in that place, and there was no black fog in that place, and he saw a woman tied to a tree at a glance.

The woman was young and pretty, with snow-white skin, her clothes in tatters, revealing a headlamp, and four-fifths of a pair of large white legs, and if the man who tied her to the tree tore off a little bit of fabric, he would be able to see the sea.

The rope was very tightly tied, and a knot was tied in the chest, and after strangling the two headlights, it went down again, through the land of right and wrong, and then went around behind her, and tied her to the trunk of the tree.

Luoyang was slightly stunned, and the speed of the hearse slowed down.

"Childe, help me...... " the beautiful young woman begged. Luoyang suddenly clenched the handlebar, poured a handful of spiritual power, and the hearse roared and left quickly.

"Childe—help—" the woman screamed mournfully. Luoyang did not hesitate and drove at a speed.

"I'm fucking a mud horse!" The woman's scolding,

"You slut, why don't you save you when you die?" Luoyang said: "It's so artistically tied, there is no injury on the body, you play your mother!" Slut! The woman's expression froze and she was silent.

Two monsters stepped out from behind the woman, their roots-like hair messing over their heads, moving one by one, and their faces were black bark, full of wrinkles and cracks.

Luoyang was afraid that the woman and her accomplices would catch up and increase

"Throttle", the hearse is racing. There are really all kinds of cows, ghosts, snakes and gods in this secret realm, and the sinister interpretation of the human heart is taken to the extreme, and a kind person like him will be deceived and die if he is not careful.

Along the way, except for Xiao Jingxuan, who can be regarded as a good person, the people he met were all treacherous people.

Not to mention that he saw the flaw, even if he didn't see the flaw, he wouldn't rush to save the woman.

He was never a hero and didn't want to be. For such a thing as a hero saving beauty, the ending in the book is usually very happy, but the solution in reality is very miserable.

The hearse flew out of the Black Forest and continued to drive forward, and more than ten kilometers passed, and the dot representing the tiger was getting closer and closer.

When the two dots were about to overlap, Luoyang slowed down the speed of the car, lowered the flight altitude of the hearse, entered the forest, and flew at a low altitude.

The dots overlapped, Luoyang's stop injected spiritual power, and the hearse slid forward for some distance before stopping on the ground.

It's quiet in the forest. Luoyang looked around but didn't see Yanhu, he glanced at the Feishu that was still pressed on the hearse by the Eye of the Feather Blade mobile phone, the two dots did overlap, but he couldn't see Yanhu, and he couldn't sense her existence.

"Tiger Fellow!" Luoyang tried to scream. Rumble! At the foot of a tree, a cloud of dirt suddenly burst out, and a white shadow leaped up from the ground.

It was a huge white tiger, like a calf, with two golden eyes that radiated a dazzling divine light.

Luoyang actually guessed that this white tiger was Yanhu, but his instinct as a human being was still difficult to overcome, and he was taken aback.

The white tiger trembled, and the soil and dead branches and leaves on its body fell, revealing a snow-white tiger skin.

"Yanhu?" Luo Yang felt that he needed to confirm it, and moved one hand towards the hilt of the Thunder Sword.

"Luo Dao." A familiar voice came from the White Tiger's mouth. Luo Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and his right hand also left the hilt of the Thunder Sword.

He couldn't recognize whether the white tiger was a tiger or not, but he could recognize the tiger's voice. The white tiger ran towards Luoyang, and when he reached Luoyang's body, a pair of front paws suddenly lifted and pressed on his shoulders, and the whole tiger pounced on him.

It was at least two hundred pounds of tiger, Luoyang's body was forced to retreat, and his heel hit an arm-thick tree root, and as a result, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The white tiger pressed on Luoyang's body, a bloody mouth opened, and the damp breath swept onto Luoyang's face, at that moment he was extremely nervous, really afraid that as soon as the white tiger bit down, half of his head would be gone.

A tongue suddenly spit out of the white tiger's mouth and licked Luoyang's face. Luoyang: The enthusiasm of "emm ......" is really unbearable.

It's the hardest thing to be graced by a beauty, let alone a beautiful tiger? Suddenly, Luoyang's face felt like he was shaved, which was caused by the barb on the white tiger's tongue.

Felines have barbed tongues, so when cats eat their prey, there is not even a single scrap of meat left on the bones, relying on the unique tongue that felines have.

Fortunately, the white tiger is obviously barbed, otherwise it can lick off a layer of Luoyang's face. Even with the nervousness and a bunch of weird feelings, Luoyang forced himself to overcome the psychological barrier and stretched out his hands to hug the white tiger.

"Intimacy" for several minutes, almost three times after licking Luoyang's head, the white tiger let go of Luoyang.

Luoyang's face was full of saliva, but it was not easy to wipe it, and after getting up, he just reached out and patted the dead branches and leaves on his body.

Although he had chatted with Yanhu many times, it was all through Feishu's video chat, and this was the first time he and Yanhu met.

Strictly speaking, he doesn't actually know Yanhu, so it's better to be cautious in his behavior, otherwise he doesn't know how to make the tiger happy if he makes the other party unhappy.

"Luo Daolu, you look better than what I saw on Feishu." White Tiger said. Luoyang coughed dryly: "This is the first time I've seen your real body, and I still like the way I see you on Feishu." The white tiger was slightly stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood something, the tiger's body shook, a black demonic qi burst out, the light and shadow were distorted, and when it returned to normal, the white tiger was gone, replaced by a delicate girl.

A shiny white, crystal white shawl hair, a face exquisite, delicate and small facial features, but with a little childish feeling.

The upper body is wrapped in a white tiger skin five fingers wide, although he is young, he is tolerant and big, and the two key points are very prominent.

The lower body was wrapped in a white tiger skin more than a foot long, mysteriously hidden in the dark, a pair of slender and straight long legs were exposed in the air, and the skin was as white as jade, with a jade-like crystal clear feeling.

This is the Dharma Body of the White Tiger Jing Yanhu, the appearance of a girl who looks only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Beauty aside, her skin as white as jade is three points better than that of a female disciple.

After all, it is a goblin in the upper realm, and it eats the treasures of heaven and earth, and even the breathing is the aura of heaven and earth, which is incomparable to human beings.

A smile appeared on the corner of Luoyang's mouth: "Yanhu Daoist, you are really beautiful." "People praise him for his good looks, of course he can't be stingy with praise and support, if men and women want to have a good relationship, business blowing is sometimes a shortcut.

A flower suddenly appeared on Yanhu's face, she suddenly opened her arms, took two steps, and hugged Luoyang again.

Her personality is really unrestrained, and such enthusiasm also makes Luoyang a little uncomfortable, but isn't this the character of a big cat?

Those who have cats, in addition to liking the cute appearance of cats, also have the sticky character of cats. Although it was embarrassing, Luoyang also raised his hands and gently placed them on Yanhu's waist.

Either way, the most basic interaction is there. But just as Luoyang's hands were on Yan Hu's waist, Yan suddenly came over, and a tongue spit out without warning and licked Luoyang's face.

Luoyang: "......" But isn't this a big cat, if you like a person, you will get into a person's arms, and then lick that person's face or hand with your tongue.

But this time it feels much better, although the tongue of Yanhu's Dharma Body also has feline barbs, but it is much smaller and softer, and when her tongue washes his face, it feels very exciting, but it is not uncomfortable.

It's good that it's not a shampoo. After washing Luoyang's face twice, Yanhu let go of Luoyang and looked at Luoyang with a smile: "Luo Dao, we finally met." Shouldn't that be what he just said?

Luo Yang nodded and smiled: "It's really dangerous for me to come all the way, but I'm finally meeting you." ”

"I'm so happy!" Yanhu suddenly pounced on him again and hugged Luoyang. Luo Yang was about to speak, when a small lilac tongue with a barb swept across his lips and nose, and then all the way up, sweeping over his eyes and forehead.

He wondered, is he Tang Seng meat, why does she like to wash his face with her tongue so much?