For Luoyang, the most unbearable thing is not the feeling of being washed by the tiger's tongue, but slowly washing his face, and he has an urge to wash his hair.

Men are like emotionless springs, you keep putting pressure on it, and when the pressure reaches a certain level, it will definitely bounce up.

Luoyang is under such pressure at the moment, and it is almost at a critical point, and it may eject at any time.

But just when he hesitated to respond in the same way, Yanhu let go of him and smiled like a flower: "Luo Dao, come into my tiger's den." Luoyang's head fluttered again.

That's too straightforward, right? But without replying in Luoyang, Yanhu reached over and grabbed Luoyang's hand.

Luoyang was embarrassed and said embarrassedly: "Yanhu Daoist, we just met like that...... I think it's ......" is really hard to say.

Yanhu said curiously: "What is that?" ”

"That's ......" Luoyang still couldn't speak, he wanted to give him a hint of an action, but he felt that the action was more evil than the language.

In such a little embarrassing time, he had been dragged by Yanhu to the bottom of the big tree, and he also found that there was a hole in the ground at the foot of the big tree, extending diagonally down, and it was dark inside, with no end in sight.

Yanhu let go of Luoyang's hand, burrowed into the hole in the ground, and then turned around and said: "The ground is easy to be discovered, it's not safe, you come in quickly, let's go to the tiger's den to talk." Luoyang was surprised: "That's what you said...... Ventured? Yanhu nodded: "Yes, this is the tiger's den I dug, and I hid in the tiger's den and waited for you before." I was too weak to stay on the ground. Luoyang suddenly woke up.

It turns out that the person is pure, and the evil is himself.

"Wait!" Yanhu suddenly remembered something, staring at Luoyang with a pair of golden eyes, and there was a hint of temptation in his tone,

"Luo Dao, what you just said about the tiger's den...... What is the Tiger's Den? Luoyang was panicked, but he said seriously: "That's it, the tiger's den you dug, let's stop talking, hurry in." "Reading a book tactically shifts the subject.

"Oh." Yanhu answered and went into the tiger's den. Luoyang followed Yanhu and got in. He didn't think the tunnel would be very long, but after going in and walking for a while, he realized that it was actually very long and deep.

The end of the tunnel is a hole in the shape of a steamed bun, the top of the hole is a structure of tree roots holding rocks, the same is true of the four walls, and the innermost root bouldering wall is covered with a bunch of dead branches, leaves and dry grass, which is the shape of a nest.

Next to the nest was a bag, bulging, and it looked like it was packed with a lot of things. Yanhu lit a candle, and the faint candlelight dispelled the darkness in the tiger's den, and also gave the tiger's den a sense of romantic and warm atmosphere.

After seeing the tiger's den, Luoyang couldn't help but admire: "Yanhu Daoist, in such a short time, you have dug such a big tiger's den, you are really amazing!" ”

"What's so powerful about this, this is just the innate ability of our White Tiger Spirit clan, a weak White Tiger Spirit like me is easy to become a target for hunters, if I am caught, I will be skinned, my tiger skin is very expensive." Luoyang: "......"

"Luo Daolu, tell me about you, what happened along the way?" Yanhu sat down in the tiger, and then patted the empty seat next to him.

Luoyang walked over and sat down beside her, and as soon as he sat down, before he could open his mouth to tell his story, Yanhu came over and snuggled up in his arms, half-lying and half-sitting.

What a clingy big cat! Thinking about it, this is really a netizen who crosses the Three Realms.

On Earth, most of those netizens who rushed to appear went to a small hotel after meeting, and he and Yanhu entered the tiger's den, which was essentially no different.

However, he and Yanhu have long been married as Taoist couples, although they were married in a daze at that time, but this is equivalent to having a legal identity, just like a licensed service couple, from the perspective of this fact...... Isn't it a matter of course that a wife is in her husband's arms?

Luoyang gradually got used to this feeling, he sorted out his thoughts, and then told Yanhu about the people he met along the way and what happened.

Yanhu was completely immersed in the story told by Luoyang, and when she heard that the willow tree demon raised tens of thousands of weapons to kill Luoyang, her palms were sweaty, and she looked nervous.

When she heard that Shankui was domineering and wanted to kill people and seize treasures, she was very angry, and her small mouth was cracked, revealing a pair of cute little tiger teeth, and she looked fierce.

"However, that Xiao Jingxuan is not bad, the only good person I met along the way was him." Luoyang gave a pertinent evaluation to the handsome guy with a male and female appearance, and then asked,

"Yanhu, have you heard of the Holy Book Gate?" Yanhu said: "Because I love to read, I know some things about the Holy Book Gate, but not much. ”

"Tell me about it." Yanhu replied lightly, tidied up a little, and said slowly: "The Holy Book Gate was very powerful in the era of the Dexin Dynasty, and many civil officials in the court came from the Holy Book Gate, and they did a lot of bad things about forming parties and running private interests. Later, after the fall of the Dexin Dynasty, the Shengshumen was also attacked, the powerful sect became in ruins, and the disciples of the Shengshumen ran to death. I heard that the surviving disciples rebuilt the Holy Book Gate in the north of the Immortal Realm, and I don't know the specific location, but since you have met the disciples of the Holy Book Gate, I think this statement is correct, the Holy Book Gate is still there. ”

"What's so powerful about the Holy Book Gate, is it a poem?" Luoyang was a little curious about this. Yanhu thought for a moment before saying: "The disciples of the Holy Book Sect are indeed unique in the world in terms of poetry and writing, and there are many great writers. But don't underestimate their ability to recite poetry, it has magical powers, and they can really tell people to die. Luoyang was shocked.

It's an exaggeration, but he believes it's true. In the mortal world of Middle-earth, online violence can kill people, let alone write poetry with magical powers.

"Luo Dao, don't completely believe that Xiao Jingxuan, the disciple of the Holy Book Sect is the best at disguise. I heard that there is a secret method in the Holy Book Gate, which can cultivate morality into a magic robe and put on a moral robe, everything he says is right, and even his words are irresistible, which is very powerful. "Reading the book Laluoyang: "......" He was sure that the little tiger was not talking about a moral.

"Luo Daoju, don't believe it, I heard that at the end of the Dexin Dynasty, the master of the Holy Book Gate fought a duel with the master of another sect, and the master of the sect put on the magic robe of morality, stood on the commanding heights of morality and talked for a long time, and finally said that the master was loveless, and he committed suicide by drawing his sword." Luoyang's heart was in a mess.

Suddenly, as soon as his neck was hot, he hurriedly looked away, but it was the little tiger who washed his neck with the little lilac tongue with a barb.

The four eyes met, and the air froze all at once.