Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

However, when he saw the cold, bright yellow figure, the black cat that had been suppressed suddenly seemed to be stimulated and kept twisting.

The originally soft meow gradually became sharp and harsh, like a ghost.

"Ouch!" Don't move!

The tiger's claws held it down effortlessly, making it unable to twist free.

The white tiger noticed something unusual about it. The cat's pupils had stood up, glowing with a faint cold light, which was obviously a signal to prepare for an attack.

It bared its fangs and growled, trying to warn it to be quiet.

The black cat was shocked by its roar and stopped moving.

After a while, as the figure passed by the rockery and was about to leave along the path, the black cat suddenly let out a shrill cry and swung its paw over.

He was fierce and used all his strength.

The bright yellow figure paused.

"..." Bai Hu glanced at his front paw, which showed a little blood and a small injury.

Looking at the black cat that seemed to have lost its consciousness in front of it, it suddenly opened its bloody mouth and bit it hard with its fangs.

A cat and a tiger immediately started fighting.

The cat can't beat it, so it doesn't like fighting at all.

Its purpose is obviously that person, and it seems to have received some kind of mission.

The original plan was that everything went smoothly, but there was a roadblock.

A tiger versus a cat is simply a dimensionality-reducing blow.

In less than ten seconds, Black Cat Shun's body was covered with sharp wounds and he was dying.

Its nails all popped out, and they were completely black, as if they had been soaked in some kind of poison.

Seeing that it was still struggling and unwilling to give up, the little white tiger swung its claws and before it could kill it, it felt a gaze.

It's light, I can't tell what the emotion is.

"Old Tiger Tiger?!" Wang Gonggong's voice trembled, and the fly whisk he held trembled with him.

Although it looks small, the king on the forehead is clearly visible.

"..." Bai Hu silently put away his fangs.

The black cat next to me still wanted to move, so it stepped on it with its hind legs.

The black cat died.

The beautiful black and white fur shines in the sun, and the tiger's eyes are as blue as gems.

If you ignore the scarred black cat next to you, it will be easy for people to think that it is obedient and harmless.

The prince wanted to shout to escort him, but the emperor in bright yellow raised his hand to stop him.

He looked at the white tiger calmly, with deep black eyes.

The white tiger looked up at him for a while, then turned around and picked up the black cat.

Dragging it all the way, like dragging garbage, to his feet.

He bent his hind legs and sat down obediently. His bright blue tiger eyes looked at him unblinkingly, as if asking for credit.

The emperor looked down at it, his brows were cold, like a god-killer falling from the sky, and his lips were red.

"For me?" he asked calmly.

The white tiger blinked and screamed: It wants to hurt you, its nails are poisonous.

It wanted to express this meaning and kicked the cat's body.

The prince and his father-in-law who were watching from the side almost had their eyes popping out of their heads. It seemed that they had never seen such a humane tiger before.

The emperor slowly bent down and glanced at the corpse.

The cat's nails were completely black, with traces of decay and ulcers on them.

The white tiger's body was still clean, except for the white hair on its front paws.

The white hair was stained with blood and was already somewhat dry.

Glue the hair together to make it look extra abrupt.