MTL - When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish-Chapter 7 Tiger Skin Plaster

According to Jiang Mo's plan, she first rubbed her head against Yun Qingyue's hand, acting coquettishly, and waited until Yun Qingyue saw her closeness, then got down and let her stroke her hair, and waited until the end One more trip to her heels, and the **** shoveler will probably get it... After all, who can ignore a kitten lying down and touching porcelain?

However, what Little White Tiger never expected was that something went wrong at the first step.

Yun Qingyue looked at the "little civet" who was close to him, instead of stretching out his hand to **** happily, on the contrary, he seemed to be frightened, subconsciously got up and took a step back, leaving the enthusiastic little cat there.

It can be seen that this humanistic "little civet" is stunned, with a pair of round cat eyes full of bewilderment and innocence.

It is not easy to meet such a close spirit beast in the secret realm, but Yun Qingyue is still ready to leave, and it is even because this "little civet" is willing to get close to her that she wants to leave even more—she actually likes these furry cats very much. The little spirit beast, but since she was a child, she will die whatever she raises. These include two spirit foxes, three spirit dogs, a fire cloud leopard, and a litter of civet cats.

These are all spirit beasts, even though they are not high-level, they are not comparable to ordinary beasts with rough skin and thick flesh. However, these spirit beasts fell into Yun Qingyue's hands, but none of them could live a full moon, and the shortest one didn't even live a day.

Even if she took good care of it, the more careful she was, the faster these little beasts would die.

She didn't know the reason for this, but since she was six years old, she has been a refusal of the Zongmen Spiritual Beast Garden. Even the cranes in the sect that flew around with their disciples on their backs would flap their wings and take a detour when they saw her. So much so that it was a problem for her dignified Mingxia Peak's first student to even go out. It was not until she established the foundation and learned how to control the sword that she realized the freedom of travel in the sect.

Now that time has passed, few people remember the past except Yun Qingyue, the person involved.

What everyone remembers now is that the elder sister of Mingxia Peak has outstanding talents, she established the foundation at the age of thirteen, and formed the golden core at the age of twenty, becoming the first person among her peers. She is the one who wards off demons and defends Taoism, she has an unparalleled complexion, and at a young age, she has the reputation of Fairy Qingyue...

Yun Qingyue has become what his juniors and younger sisters yearn for.

In the hearts of the younger brothers and younger sisters, she is a high-ranking elder sister who cannot be violated. In addition, she has practiced kendo and has a cold temper, and is used to being alone, so no one associates her with her spiritual pet anymore.

But she is the only one who still remembers her special physique, and she still has a grudge.

This "little civet" in front of her is the weakest spirit beast she has ever seen, far worse than the litter she raised back then, maybe its physique is worse than ordinary cats. If she wasn't worried that this little guy would be unlucky if she met her, why would she even care about the little injury on the "civet cat"'s nose?

Yun Qingyue was really worried about harming this little thing, but this "little civet" was fearless and dared to rub against her hand... With this rare intimacy, she felt that she should go too.

Thinking of this, Yun Qingyue glanced at the little white tiger lightly, and then planned to leave.

This glance was caught by Jiang Mo. For some reason, she understood the other party's plan, and she was very anxious at the moment—don't look at her meeting someone so easily, she doesn't need to be informed by the system. Much off the beaten track. It's rare to meet someone, and she is such a beauty who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, how could she miss it?

The system also clamored in her ear: "Host, hurry up, don't compromise and retreat just because of temporary setbacks! If you want to reach the pinnacle of life, setbacks are indispensable. You have to learn to move forward in setbacks, Only then can we go higher and further..."

I poured a lot of chicken soup, but it couldn't make up for the last sentence: "And such a suitable excrement shoveler, if you miss this village, you won't have this shop!"

Jiang Mo didn't want to miss it, so he quickly pounced on it. She didn't jump at anyone, for fear of scaring him, she just jumped right in front of him, and very deliberately stretched out her immature but sharp claws when she approached... She thought she would hear the cloth being scratched Voice, who would have expected that her sharp claws would be just as good as she is, and she can't even do anything to the corner of the other party's clothes.

This is a bit embarrassing.

The little waste tiger blinked, and had no choice but to pretend that nothing had happened. She tried her best to hook the corner of Yun Qingyue's clothes with the tip of her claws, and at the same time she cried out "owoo": "The newborn little milk tiger has soft and thick fur, and it feels delicious. Okay, do you really want to leave without masturbation?"

Jiang Mo didn't believe that there was such a heartless person. Once he brushed her hair, he wouldn't even think about running away!

But Yun Qingyue just looked down at her, and then pulled back the corner of his clothes expressionlessly. The fine cassock was as smooth as ever, leaving no trace. She didn't intend to entangle any more, she directly sacrificed the flying sword, and planned to leave with the sword.

Jiang Mo was dumbfounded again. She had never seen such a heartless person who refused even to keep a kitten... Could it be that she is allergic to cat fur? But I have never heard of a cultivator having this problem. Oh, by the way, as a cultivator, she is still the legendary white tiger beast. This person is willing to give up and leave when she hits the door? Is she blind? !

The slander is only for a moment, because the beauty in front of him can run away with the sword in the next moment.

Jiang Mo didn't have time to think about it, before the man jumped onto the flying sword, he lay down with a "slap". And this time he was even more scheming, directly pressing on the beauty's spotless shoes.

As expected, Yun Qingyue paused when she left, and when she looked down, she found that the "little civet" was lying on her feet with her belly turned upside down—the elder sister who had never managed to raise a pet was panicked, and she didn't care at all. Knowing that the spirit beast turned its belly might be acting like a baby. She thought that something had happened to the "little civet" in front of her, maybe because of her previous touch, she was about to die now.

Rao is the ice-cold Fairy Qingyue, a trace of helplessness flashed across Liuli's eyes at this moment. Especially when she looked down, she found that the "little civet" had closed her eyes, and she felt even more worried and guilty.

In fact, Jiang Mo was just pretending to be dead, she had nothing to do, and this encounter was simply a shameless act.

But one second passed, and another second passed, the foot that was pressed did not move away. As soon as Jiang Mo felt lucky, he felt the owner of that foot move. She subconsciously clasped the soles of her shoes with her paws, but Yun Qingyue just squatted down, then opened her mouth and stuffed a pill into her mouth... It melted in her mouth, and she didn't know what it was.

Then the next moment, Jiang Mo heard the system prompt: "Ding, congratulations to the host for +5 experience points."

The reminder sounded, and the familiar warmth swept through the body again. After a while, the warmth faded away, and Jiang Mo's exhaustion from tossing and tossing for half a day was gone, and even the tips of his claws holding the soles of Yun Qingyue's shoes felt stronger.

Without a doubt, she's leveled up again, this time for drugs!

The little white tiger shivered, and before he had time to look at the new character panel, he secretly opened his eyes to look at Yun Qingyue—what kind of shit-shoveling officer is this? This is clearly a gift package of experience.

Let her go? Impossible, she is now a tiger skin plaster, and she has to stick to it!

As soon as the little white tiger finished thinking this way, a white jade hand pinched the nape of her fate's neck and lifted her up from the shoe. She opened her eyes uncontrollably, and was facing a pair of beautiful glazed eyes and a slightly frowned brow.

Inexplicably guilty and embarrassed, the little white tiger blinked innocently, raised its paw and said hello: "Meow..."