Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The little white tiger's white ears stained with broken grass leaves twitched, and his eyes focused.

He is the emperor?

Its beady eyes rolled over him.

I saw the man lowering his eyes and calmly retracting his sword. The broken sunlight shone on his body, but the coolness above it was like snow in winter, spreading silently.

He didn't speak, but looked at the beautiful little white tiger in the net bag again.

With a pinch of his fingers, he pinched the skin on the back of its neck, and then took off the net on its body.

This time, the round black and white dumplings can be seen more clearly, and they look particularly abrupt among the green grass.

He pinched the back of its neck, looked into its round and pure tiger eyes, and glanced deeply at its belly, all the way to its upturned and slender tail.

"female?"

He looked at it calmly, as if he was looking at the meat on a cutting board, but he had no emotion.

Yun Si:.? !

The little tiger, who was held up by the back of his neck, looked at him confusedly, his eyes as pure blue as gems, so beautiful that you couldn't help but want to dig them out.

The man stared into its eyes with a somewhat moody expression.

Then, he sneered and said in a cold tone, "It's really too small for making tiger skin."

Yun Si:? !

"However, it's rare to catch a small one."

He lifted it up, and his big palm directly covered her soft belly.

The hand on the back of the neck loosened and held it, and the first thing was the fluff that felt great.

His fingertips touched its belly as if inadvertently.

"!" The belly is the most vulnerable part of the tiger and cannot be touched easily. As if it was stimulated, the little white tiger bowed its body and showed its fangs.

It was as if all the hair on his body was exploding, and he was about to pounce on him and give him a slap in the next second.

However, one hand pressed its little head,

"If you dare to hurt anyone, just skin them."

In one word, it was an understatement, and he pressed the back of its neck lightly and not too hard.

That was the Achilles heel. The little white tiger's fangs were grinding so hard that it made a clicking sound, but it was unable to move.

The little furry tail was raised again and it started to struggle.

It has a rather unruly flavor.

It was rare to hunt a beautiful white tiger, and His Majesty the Emperor naturally felt a little more interested.

While pressing it, he said to the guard who was still kneeling, "Send someone to see how many white tigers there are around here."

"Anyone found will be killed and skinned."

"Yes! The general will obey the order!"

"...Ouch!" Yun Si was being held down, and when she saw the man starting to drive his horse in the direction of Daxiangguo Temple, she secretly said something bad and struggled even harder.

When His Majesty the Emperor arrives, he will definitely summon the abbot and Princess Chu Yang first.

She can't get away now, and Yingchun's side must be going crazy.

"Ouch!" The little white tiger opened its mouth wide and exposed its scarlet tongue, viciously, as if to frighten him.

But it was no use. He pressed the back of its neck to stop it from moving.

No matter how hard it struggled, the strength of the arm was like a mountain, crushing it like a dried fish that was ready to be slaughtered.

The sound of the horse's hooves rang in his ears, and the whistling wind blew off the grass from its round ears.

It lay helplessly, its tail drooped, looking a little wilted as it looked at the scenery passing by quickly.

The bright yellow flag was at the entrance of Daxiangguo Temple, and the accompanying ministers, eunuchs, and soldiers were all waiting in front of the temple.