Okay, let's make a tooth sacrifice and open a meat offering.

A little tiger came out of nowhere, and Dai Zheng was surprised and was about to ask, but it pounced and showed its claws.

She looked along and saw a snake the size of a hemp rope and a little tiger fighting. The little tiger was brave, galloping and stepping on the snake's waist, its paws leaning forward, majestic, and there was no chance for the spirit snake to survive at a place of seven inches. In the blink of an eye, the spirit snake died, and the bright red was stained with snow.

The spirit snake completely disappeared into the white ground, she had palpitations, if she didn't pay attention to being bitten, whether it was a god or an immortal, she would definitely not be able to avoid the spirit snake's tooth toxin. The little milk tiger is raised in the Xianzong Mansion, and is well versed in human nature, and must also understand the poison of the spirit snake. But it, it's so weak, and there are injuries on its body, so it's not afraid that the spirit snake will swallow it up.

Dai Zheng's heart is like a mirror, and she knows that the animals raised in the Immortal Sect's Mansion must be excellent spirit animals. If there is really a day when the Immortal Sect is returned, I am afraid of my hypocritical tears when I think about it.

"Why are you disobedient?"

She scolded, crouched down and wiped the blood from the tiger's skin with a clean handkerchief. Wiped it clean and took it over, the little milk tiger in her arms protested, and she whispered: "Don't move, I'm cold." ”

The little milk tiger obediently lay in his arms and closed his eyes, its head was round, and its appearance looked very cute, and its personality and appearance were incompatible, and its personality was more like its owner Xianzong. Cold, black-faced crazy every day.

In the valley of flowers, black clouds are overwhelming, heavy snow is circling, and there are snowflakes piled up on one hundred and twenty tombstones, and it is impossible to see the original appearance. Dai Zheng cleaned up before and after, knelt down, and turned around to find that on the moon of the stars, the soft moonlight cast silver clothes, and the little milk tiger chased on the ground.

It was cold, so run desperately.

Today's Dai Zheng is dressed in white, and his face is not powdered. It is still bright under the cold moonlight, and her facial features are extremely strong and beautiful, even if she does not stick to powder makeup, it is also comfortable and pleasing to the eye.

Snowflakes stain the sleeves and melt into water, and the white clothes loom through the lining, and the girl's curves are tempting. She found that the little milk tiger was a little unusual, motionless, and even the eyes that stared at her in the past were retracted, looking out, without too many movements, and it was clearly a little restrained.

The moonlight illuminates the ground silvery white, the sky above the valley of flowers is dark blue, the stars are brilliant, a few light clouds, the charming night moistens the March wind, there is a gentle moon, there are dazzling stars, but in her eyes it is a birthday gift from her parents.

The night in the Valley of Flowers is so beautiful.

The breeze blows on the face.

The moon is soft.

The stars shine.

Her long hair frolicked in the wind, jet black, messy, sucking jade dew and sweet water, not like a celestial goddess, more like a cheerful little girl of the people.

The Yulu sweet water bottle is upside down, not a drop has been wasted, smash it, smash it, and the little milk tiger likes to drink the Yulu sweet water in Wuyue Prefecture very much. Its mouth has a layer of fluff and a circle of white juice, and it looks cute at this time, and its tongue is pink.

She saw that her heart was strangely itchy, like green silk playing with caresses, the branches were still full of greenery, the snow was thick and covered with moonlight veil, and the light makeup was heavy, which was fascinating.

"Come here. ”

The little milk tiger saw her cheeks pink and pink, and was puzzled, one body was controlled in the air, and it fell into her arms safely, and her breath came to her face.

Dai Zheng's lips are glutinous and soft, and the aroma of red plum is proud in the mountains.

"Immortal Sect is back. ”

The next morning, Xiaohe didn't know where to get the news, and returned to Wuyue Prefecture with a loud voice happily.

Dai Zheng was cooking a wok of sweet porridge, and the spoon fell to the ground with a "roll".

What made Xiaohe even more strange was the arrogant little milk tiger, with first-class climbing skills, and when she said that Xianzong had just landed, the little milk tiger almost fell to the ground when she jumped on the balcony.

The hall of the immortal sect, the immortal qi is entangled, and the wonderful sound of fairy music resounds through this palace that has always been quiet.

The dwarf green bamboo pot stands on the purple and black jade long platform, the wind of the window lattice beats the green, the knots are clear and high, the roots are vibrant, and a fresh bamboo leaf is refreshing. The mandala flowers swing in the wind, stand up to the waist, smile lightly, revealing lovely long antennae, the stamens are like agate beads, bright and bright, the petals are tired, like the skirt sleeves of the fairies, light and smart.

The interior of the hall is also very exquisitely furnished.

A bowl-sized po-bead lamp on the hollow brocade cage, bright in all directions, the light is transparent and the sun is undoubted. The pillar is carved with the hundred states of Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum, small sprouts, growing all the way, climbing to the highest place, folding and folding in the cold place, the wind and frost of the fine carving, the roaring rain, the Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum has always bloomed silently, brilliant hall.

Huali Gate, dark red bricks, and the figures of the three friends of the old and cold can be seen everywhere, which can see the heart of the Immortal Sect.

Dai Zheng looked at the Tianbian Immortal Sect surrounded by all the fairies, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and the fairy servants saluted, and the fairies were stunned. In the long run, a thousand years ago, the goddess was rude to the Immortal Sect when she was drinking, and in terms of proximity, five hundred years ago, she appeared with the Immortal Sect at the same time on the Immortal Emperor's Grace Day, and the two intersected twice. And this time and two intersections, the heavenly court has long been boiling, some people are sad and sad, some people are enthusiastic to watch the excitement, and some people should watch an excerpt.

The third intersection is that the goddess came to the Xianzong Mansion, and when the Xianzong disappeared inexplicably and appeared, the red plum fell on the feet of the Xianzong accurately, dyeing the handsome and disrespectful face of the Xianzong, and it seemed to be a wine.

Since ancient times, beauties love heroes, and Xianzong is the sweetheart of women in the Five Realms. The fairies had a sense of danger, and did not dare to patronize and flirt, so they stood up and bowed their heads in salute.

"Get up, don't be restrained. ”

"Yes. ”

The immortals were relieved. Today was originally a dust-washing wine to celebrate the safe return of the Immortal Sect, the Queen Mother was unwell, and the Immortal Emperor naturally did not come.

The fairy servant carried out a pale yellow peacock brocade chair, on which the embroidered surface is a beautiful peacock, the needlework is precise, the blue outlines its arrogant demeanor, the eyebrows and eyes are cold, the tail is long, decorated with red beads, all full, crystal flawless, the pearls of the room are bright and charming, and the appearance of the peacock brocade chair is full of brilliance, and the room is like a flower and jade to take off a layer of color.

The Immortal Sect Hall is not slacking off at all, and the chair it is also sincere and commendable, and the beads on it sit down a little without panic, soft and moderate, thoughtful and meticulous.

Because of Dai Zheng's illustrious level, he arranged to be on an equal footing with the Immortal Sect. I haven't seen him for a few days, Xianzong's rare eyebrows are soothing, the red clothes are rippling and the clouds are embroidered with dark blue and silver threads, and the sleeves of the sunrise are good, what a handsome young man, Dai Zheng thinks that the beauty of the world is nothing more than that.

She stroked the little milk tiger in the crook of her arm and sat down. The chairs and platforms are fresh and fruity, the fairy servants are waiting, the music is beautiful, the singers are dancing, and the fairy hall is very lively.

She stroked the little thing in her arms, her movements were gentle, and she didn't say a word, and when everyone sat down, she slowly raised her head: "Have you seen enough?"

The fairies were surprised, and the eyes of the Immortal Sect did not fall from the appearance of the goddess.

Immortal Sect is conceited, all kinds of flowers are not eye-catching, and he is a disciple of Zen Shen, Qing rules and precepts, although he is not like Zen Shen to be a ruthless and desireless monk, but he can be stained with the water of Qingming Hall, which should be disrespectful. Come back today for a big feast and invite immortals from all walks of life to help the fun, the style is indeed different.

Do you drink too much weak tea and want to eat pork?

Xianzong's eyes were still soft, and he looked at him affectionately: "A lifetime is not enough." ”

This is roughly the love story of the Immortal Sect.

Love is as deep as the sea, and love is deep.

What good fortune did the goddess cultivate.

The immortals beat a small drum in their hearts, but no one dared to say more than half a sentence, because they remembered the scene where the immortals outside the northern sky never returned, and the immortal fate was exhausted, which was amazing.

Dai Zheng wanted to say something, suddenly a gust of breeze, fragrant and wonderful, a hundred flowers blooming, a group of splendid, a long and long spread under the moon, elegant posture, golden lotus flowers, every step taken, as if igniting a flame, as if igniting a glimmer, a small flower of tranquility was quickly born under the star-shaped light.

"When the king returns to the day, it is when the concubine breaks her bowels. ”

Dai Zheng frowned.