“…… Next up is the auction item for tonight's finale -

Juvenile White Tiger! ”

Passionate shouts overshadowed the entrance to the trading hall behind the giant auction hall.

The slender young man lowered his eyes casually, his slender and well-proportioned calves were wrapped in a special black fabric, and above that were the strangely shaped talismans hanging down from his waist.

The wide hat covered the entire face of the young man, and the slender and white wrist was as white and delicate as jade.

A fluffy thing poked out of his arms, and the young man seemed to lower his eyes and said something, and the little ball in his arms shrank back obediently.

Unimpeded out of the auction hall, the little group nestled in the young man's arms squinted his eyes and yawned lazily.

The wide black robe covering his body slipped down, and his two pink ears shivered when they touched the cold wind.

The small ball is snow-white, the soft hair ripples out a circle of luster in the moonlight, and the light purple cat pupils are erected, lazy and noble, and mixed with a bit of cute and cute.

Yun Zhao shook his round head, hugged the young man's warm wrist with his claws, and his voice was soft:

"All of you, where are we going to find His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

A little shimmer precipitated in the depths of the light purple pupils, and the rippling water floated, Yun Zhao spit out his little tongue and put his head on it:

"All right, what if Your Highness doesn't recognize me?"

Two small paws dragged the tiger's chin, and the tail covered in soft hair hung down, showing a bit of annoyance.

"When I come across floating words, my soul sense will prompt you."

Fu Ci is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Realm, that is, the master of Yun Zhao.

The young man's eyes are light, the tails of his eyes are raised, his phoenix eyes are cold, and he smiles and hides all kinds of styles.

The fingertips touched the ears of the little ball, and the long eyelashes drooped:

"He doesn't recognize you in the small plane, but if you get close, he will recognize you."

Yun Zhao tilted Huhu's head, his tongue subconsciously licked his paws, and the cat's pupils showed his doubts.

It seems a bit contradictory to talk about everything.

The shadow cast by the young man on the ground had faded a lot, and the fingertips that fell on Yun Zhao's head were faintly transparent.

He glanced at the brightly lit solemn villa halfway up the mountainside, squatted down, and carefully put Yun Zhao down:

"Run, run towards that villa, he's in it."

The beautiful ears swept over the young man's fingertips, and Yun Zhao turned his head, and the light purple cat pupils collided with the young man's inky eyes.

She squatted on the ground and looked up at the young man:

"Won't you all come with me?"

The eyes of the small-brained tiger are really straightforward and clear, and the water of the lake is at a glance.

The young man paused and shook his head gently:

"My human form won't last long,"

His fingertips touched Yun Zhao's slender mustache with pity, and the little brain tiger opened his mouth wide and clumsily.

The young man chuckled, and his slightly hoarse voice was on the tip of his tongue:

"I will store it in your peace charm and accompany you through the plane."

Yun Zhao lowered his head, unable to see that there was a delicate peace charm hanging from his neck.

The back is embroidered with the word "Zhao".

This was the first gift from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to her.

I didn't expect to enter the plane as well.

The little brain tiger held the peace charm with his little paws, rubbed his cheeks slightly, and the little milk sound of gurgling overflowed.

There seemed to be a smile in the young man's eyes, very light and faint.

"Fu Ci is the master of the plane, there will be outsiders in the plane who will compete with you for him, even if you let him know you in the plane, wait until the next plane, you are still strangers, everything has to start from the beginning, and the cycle repeats."

Yun Zhao held the peace charm and nodded seriously, as if performing some kind of sacred ritual:

"I will protect Your Highness!"

The young man sighed, and his outstretched hand scattered like a spark, and disappeared.

"Floating words will also protect Zhao Zhao'......"

The low sigh was blown away by the evening wind, and the sparks shattered and scattered all over the ground.

In the brightly lit Mid-Levels Villa, the black bodyguards stood solemnly with solemn faces.

The sound of neat footsteps sounded outside the door.

You'll have to find a place to hide it.

Yun Zhao hung up at the window, lazily licked his little fleshy paws, and jumped into the room.

The newly grown tiger claws are actually not too sharp, so that hanging in the window always has the illusion of crumbling.

The main thing is that it still hurts a little.

He exhaled and blew the tiger's claws, and the wind carried a bit of coolness, shattering the silence in the room.

Yun Zhao gently stopped licking his hair.

On the wide bed, the young man lay quietly with his eyes closed, his porcelain-white skin revealing a bit of morbid beauty in the moonlight, like jade floating in the dark light.

The eyebrow bones are deep, and the slender eyelashes cast a silhouette, mottled and silent.

The bridge of the nose is high, the lips are colorful, and the jaw is well defined like a well-defined line.

Further down is the young man's well-structured body wrapped in silk fabric.

The white jade-like fingers were distinct, hanging on the young man's abdomen, and a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist was strange and peaceful.

Gu Nianxun, the third master of the capital, because the killing was too heavy when he was young, he became seriously ill at the age of twenty-four, and was bedridden for three years, and since then he has faded out of the power competition circle of the capital's high society.

A large string of characters automatically popped out of his mind, and Yun Zhao blinked his beautiful cat pupils.

Not......

It's a beauty.

The round tiger's head was crooked, and someone gently grasped the doorknob—

Yun Zhao's erected cat pupils paused carelessly, and the tip of his pink tongue touched the small pad of flesh on his paws.

It's a bit disgusting......

The door was gently pushed open—

The intrusive wind blows up the white veil by the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the moonlight that spills all over the ground renders a small world.

The people who came slowed down their steps a lot.

The cold white knife edge was a little more cold under the moon, and the tall black shadow was constantly approaching.

The peace charm hanging around his neck was slightly hot, and Yun Zhao lay beside the young man, and his nose was full of the light bamboo fragrance of the young man.

Beauty......

Should be saved!

Grinding his teeth that had not yet grown together, the moment the person stabbed the dagger down, Yun Zhao kicked the quilt away, and his paws beckoned to the person holding the dagger.

Three blood-drenched traces immediately appeared.

The dagger fell on the young man's cheek, and the side of his face as white as jade was cut by the knife.

Beads of blood oozed out.

Yun Zhao frowned, and his raised claws gave the man another slap in the face.

The meat pad touched the hanging peace charm, and the cerebellar axe was stunned for a moment, and raised his eyes to look at the young man.

The dark green silk is soft and delicate, with a great drape, and the button-down collar slides down a little, revealing a slender white neck.

The young man sat on the bed with his legs bent at will, the brown beads on his wrists coiling on his knuckled fingertips, and the sound of friction rang some kind of bell called death.

The solemn and cold young man threw the dagger on the ground, his inky eyes lifted slightly, and the Buddha beads were gently buckled on the bed.

The bodyguards who heard the movement all exited the door and waited the moment they rushed in.

Yun Zhao's retracted claws didn't have time to be put down, and the entire tiger was suddenly covered by the falling coat.

The wide field of vision is imprisoned.

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground and the sound of bones breaking were heard clearly.

A one-sided game of suppression.

The tip of his nose moved, and the smell of blood permeated.

Yun Zhao shook off his coat, and the whole tiger fell into the arms of a bamboo-scented man.

The sensitive back of his neck fell into a warm cold.

The hot temperature of the peace charm dropped strangely.

A certain small-brained tiger slowly realized something.

The light purple pupils lit up.