The white tiger used his real body, how could Qin Feng maintain it in this special artistic conception. The www.biquge.info two people who were rushing at high speed didn't seem to feel the passage of time.

And just like that, a month passed.

One sunrise one day, a touch of sunshine from the morning sprinkled on Qin Feng's face.

The stimulation of this external force suddenly made Qin Feng wake up from that special artistic conception.

"Good guy, this white tiger is really eye-catching!"

Qin Feng, who came to his senses, actually saw an unusually majestic white tiger.

The visual impact is truly incomparable!

It was like a hill, standing not far away.

No, it's a fast-moving hill.

And when Qin Feng woke up from that special artistic conception before, his speed stopped.

The white tiger has been rushing at high speed, no, a blink of an eye. The body of the white tiger like a small mountain disappeared in Qin Feng's eyes......

"This speed is really terrifying!"

Qin Feng looked at the disappearing white tiger, and it took a long while before he woke up from that shock. However, it made Qin Feng worry about it in his heart.

If you have such a fast mount, how does it feel......

Thinking of the happy place, Qin Feng couldn't help but laugh.

But thinking of the speed of the white tiger, Qin Feng could only think about it in his heart.

Not that he could do it.

"Oh no! Did I forget something?"

Qin Feng hurried for a while, always feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't remember it.

"Oops, how did I forget this, the sick cat is missing. ”

At this time, Qin Feng remembered that there was a sick cat beside him.

Looking at the front and back, left and right, Qin Feng found that he had really lost the white tiger.

No, it should be two people who are lost.

After all, with the strength and identity of the White Tiger, it is a domineering existence that can run rampant in the entire demon clan.

And who would dare to provoke him?

I don't think it's that other demon beasts dare to provoke the white tiger, but if the white tiger doesn't like that demon beast, it is estimated that the demon beast will end his glorious life.

Qin Feng, who had figured out this, didn't have the slightest worry.

On the contrary, he himself, in the entire demon clan, is an alternative existence.

It is estimated that many demon beasts are willing to fight Qin Feng's idea.

The human and demon races are originally opposing existences.

If it weren't for some secret circumstances of the demon clan, how could Qin Feng get the other eyes of the Qinglong and them?

However, Qin Feng didn't have much to worry about.

As the saying goes, the artist is bold.

With his current strength, even if he can't be beaten, can't he escape?

Therefore, Qin Feng was not too worried about what accidents would happen in the Demon Clan.

It's been another day's journey in such a hurry.

When the sun rises again the next day.

Qin Feng had already determined one thing, that is, he and Bai Hu were really separated.

Since this is the case, Qin Feng doesn't care about the whereabouts of the white tiger.

A man is hurrying at a speed that is neither fast nor slow, and his mind is already engraved with the route to the dragons.

Therefore, Qin Feng was not worried about getting lost.

In this way, Qin Feng kept hurrying until he found that there was an endless prairie below.

"Let's go down and have a look!"

has been in such a hurry, the two of them are a little better, and there is more or less one who speaks. But now there is only one Qin Feng left, so he feels a little tired after a long journey.

So when Qin Feng saw the prairie, he immediately decided to go down and take a walk, change his mood and continue to hurry.

The moment Qin Feng landed on the prairie, he smelled the fragrance of green grass rushing to his face.

Although the environment of the prairie in front of you cannot be compared with the environment of the immortal water, the prairie has the charm of the prairie.

So Qin Feng walked in it, and he didn't feel so boring.

In this way, Qin Feng took some game from time to time, drank some water, and lived a very chic life.

Time flies, Qin Feng has been in the prairie for seven days.

In the past seven days, Qin Feng did not deliberately hurry.

The combination of work and rest, Qin Feng still understands this truth.

And after these seven days of rest, Qin Feng felt that his state had almost returned to its peak. He was not ready to continue in the prairie, and began his crazy rush again.

However, at this moment, Qin Feng heard a miserable howl.

What's going on?

In the savannah, wounded beasts are not without them.

Qin Feng had seen a lot, but it was not common for him to be able to make this kind of sound.

It sounded like ......

Like a wounded and miserable puppy!

That's right, it's a dog!

Qin Feng followed the voice and looked for it.

Finally, in the haystack, Qin Feng found a skinny little black dog.

Using the word thin to describe the little black dog, they are a little sorry for the word skinny.

The little black dog's dog eyes seemed to be open, but the fluff on his body was clearly visible.

What made Qin Feng look very sad was that this was obviously a little black golden dog that had not been born for a long time, and he hadn't eaten for an unknown amount of time.

The body of the little black dog, the bones of the roots are clearly visible.

It is estimated that in addition to a layer of dog skin, the rest of the body is bones.

What is called skinny and bones, is to describe the little black dog in front of him.

I really can't imagine how it starved to death when it was starving like this.

It was just such a little black dog, but it was difficult to move its body, desperately moving towards a dewy grass not far away.

The little black dog, every time it moved, would stay for a long time and let out a miserable wail.

However, it was a little black dog, but it still did not wait for death.

The wailing continued, but the little black dog stopped and then moved a little. In the end, I don't know how long it took to waste time and strength, and finally crawled to the dewy grass, but before the little black dog could stretch out his tongue and lick it.

The dew on the grass had fallen to the ground.

The little black dog whined and let out some kind of mournful howl, and its little head struggled to move back and forth in the grass.

Want to find that drop of dew......

Qin Feng was dumbfounded, since he found the little black dog, Qin Feng had been standing still.

A poor little black dog trying to survive.

Survival dog!

Time was in a trance, and Qin Feng seemed to have seen the same scene at the beginning.

At that time, he was just a stray dog, and he also saw a dog who was unwilling to give up his life.

It's just that Qin Feng at that time didn't even have confidence in whether he could live, so how could he take care of a dog?

But that stray dog was the same as Qin Feng, and even gave Qin Feng the motivation to live. Otherwise, before he met his master, it was estimated that Qin Feng had already committed suicide at that time.

How hard life is!

Once upon a time, Qin Feng always felt that he was a poor stray dog......

"Stray Dog ......"

Qin Feng's mouth gently spit out a few words, and his eyes didn't know if it was the little black dog now, or the stray dog he used to be, or himself......

I don't know when, Qin Feng suddenly felt a little moist on his face, and couldn't help but look up at the sky.

Is it raining?

No.

It didn't rain, but Qin Feng cried.

A special emotion surrounded Qin Feng's heart, and tears actually flowed down uncontrollably......

No matter how much perseverance Qin Feng had, he couldn't control his tears......

Qin Feng did not cry for the torture of broken tendons and veins, and Qin Feng also did not shed tears for the pleasure of the nine-needle body.

But a little black dog that survived made Qin Feng shed tears......

Is that little black dog really just a little black dog?

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