The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post

"Qing, Qingtong are real people..." Monk Jindan was so scared that he moved his hands a few steps backward with difficulty.

Today, the spirit of Taixuan mainland is becoming more and more impure, even if it is assisted by spirit beasts, it is difficult to cultivate to high ranks. Yuanying monk can be the elder of the sect, and the cave master of Woyunzong is a The invincible monk!

Although Jindan is already a high-level, but in front of the power of metamorphosis, it is still a ants.

The Qi Qi monk was also terrified. He followed his ancestor to attend the ancestral meeting. Naturally, he had seen Qingtong. He knew that this ancestor who was like a deity was actually very bad tempered.

"Ao..." The little leopard who stumbled and followed, seeing the beauty in the void, immediately whined excitedly.

The cry of the young leopard called back the consciousness of everyone. The Qingyunzong monk took a deep breath and bowed to Qingtong to salute: "I have seen the real person of Qingtong, the younger generation He Xijiu, the elder son of Qingyun Zong Yunsong, Today, I brought the ancestor's worship post to visit Wo Yunzong."

There is such an unwritten rule in the right way, that is, there are ancestors and masters who take shelter. If they are in danger, they report the name of their asylum seekers. They are also decent people, and they usually sell face.If you insist on killing people, you will definitely venge.It is for this reason that Mo Caikuo had just identified himself early.

This is the hypocrisy of the right way, and as a result, a group of young boys were raised.Mo Tiankuo secretly pouted, the magic road is pure weak meat and strong food, strength is respected, the skill is not as good as people who have no glance, and all do not live long.

Qingtong slowly fell to the ground, and his cold eyes looked at Mo Tiankuo, who was gray-faced and dirty, "Come here."

Mo Tiankuo quickly patted the gray on his body, walked over in two or three steps, bowed to salute: "Master." His eyes were chaotic, looking for the kitten that was thrown out by him.

"It turned out to be an apprentice of a real person, it was a misunderstanding," the monk Jindan also reacted, and touched the blood on the corner of his mouth, laughing, "We were curious when we saw this Daoist carrying an unidentified monster. ..."

These words have pushed Fang Cai’s murder and overcoming goods into misunderstandings. Black and white upside down will never admit that he knows Mo Tiankuo’s identity. Then, he will complain by the way. Your apprentice has found a demon behind your back. Stolen from the door.

Qing Tong raised his eyes and looked at the self-proclaimed monk Jin Dan. He raised his hand slightly, and a pair of white fur appeared in the sleeve.

The Jindan monk shut up immediately, the monster is the master of others, and there is nothing more to say.

Mo Tianluo was relieved, and it was safe for his cat to stay in Master’s arms, except that... his eyes were staring at the white slender hand and the little white hair on his hand. His grandfather was also close to others. !Could it be that the small claw is a demon beloved by the master, ready to raise by yourself?

"Do you want to do it yourself, or do you want to do it in your own seat?" Qing Tong said, holding his hand behind his back, slowly with a clear and sweet voice.

He Xijiu was shocked, he reported the name of the ancestor, this Qingtong actually had to kill!

"Real person, Xijiu is the only grandson of Yunsong's ancestor, and we just ran into the apostle, please... Ah..." Monk Jin Dan didn't say a word, and a huge empty palm followed Qingtong Raising his hand to face him, he slapped him three feet away with a slap and smashed it firmly against the mountain wall.

"Long word." Light-colored thin lips spit out such a sentence, Qingtong shook his hand in disgust.

Mo Tianluo swallowed, and decided to speak to his master in the future. It must be simple and clear, otherwise he will be slap to the wall...it looks really painful.

"Real people spare lives, I know wrong, I, I would like to dedicate these treasures to real people!" Seeing that Qing Tong was not prepared to sell the face of Elder Yunsong, He Xijiu was trembling with fright, and found out his storage jade , Xili wow, poured out all the things inside, and threw the little leopard on the side in a panic.

"Oh?" The long eyelashes twitched, and the cold eyes slowly moved to the trembling little hair ball. "Alright, but it has been agreed."

He Xijiu heard the words and gently slapped himself: "The juniors are confused." The spirit beast that has ordered the blood contract can no longer make a contract with others, and once the owner dies, the spirit beast will also die.This is why when Mo Tianluo died, he would be glad that he had not set a blood contract with Mo Xiaoclaw.

Qingtong shot suddenly, pinched He Xijiu's neck, his eyes opposed to it.

"Ah--" The man shouted sternly, and the little leopard rolled his eyes.

Mo Tiankuo has a powerful soul, and he can clearly see a bloody mist flying out of He Xijiu's eyebrows and onto the body of the little leopard.

When he let go, He Xijuu was so soft that he was unconscious.The little leopard lay on the ground, screamed weakly and closed his eyes.

"Hold it." Qing Tong pointed to the gray hair ball.

"Yes." Mo Tiankuo hurried forward and picked up the little leopard.The little guy was soft and the soul was very unstable. Mo Tianle touched the little leopard’s forehead and clearly sensed that the seemingly absent spiritual contact between him and He Xijiu was cut off and became a free one. Monster!

Did you cut off the blood contract?

Mo Tiankuo was shocked. Three hundred years ago, when he was extremely bored, he had thought about studying a spiritual treasure that could cut off the blood contract.It is theoretically feasible, but this blood contract is actually a part of the exchange of spirits between monsters and humans. If you want to cut off, you must split a part of the spirit of one side, and the cut side will become silly.At that time, I only made a prototype, and I still have to refining in the future. Didn't expect to have the spell of cutting off the blood contract after three hundred years?

In the stunned mind, suddenly a slap in the back of the head, Mo Tiankuo looked up, and saw his master looking at him coldly, a pair of glass-like beautiful eyes showed a little disgust.

"Master?"

"Dirty is dead." Qing Xian's sweet voice said lightly. After that, he flew over with an ice blade, and stabbed Jin Dan who had just peeled off the mountain.

Mo Tiankuo slightly bent his eyes for Qingtong's simple and neat behavior, which was very appreciated.He hated the so-called moral and benevolent chirping of the people in the right way most, and he made others say morality in his own way, and said nothing when it was his turn to kill and seize treasure.If his master came a step late, he was robbed of the monster and stabbed him, it was him.

Mo Tiankuo looked at He Xijiu, who was estimated to be stupid, and he decisively took the sword of Moxiu Dahan, which resulted in his life.Keeping his life will only increase the hatred of Elder Yunsong.Clapping hands, carrying the little leopard, quickly keeping up with Master Beauty: "Master, wait for me!"

"Throw it to the suzerain," Qingtong stopped and glanced at the baby leopard in Mo Tiankuo's hands. "I will see me at Qingning Palace later."

Throw it to the suzerain?Mo Tiankuo frowned slightly: "If the Sect Master asked..."

"Truthfully speaking." Qingtong dropped the sentence, tapped at his toes, and replaced it with a white streamer. As he appeared, he walked in the void and flew away by wind, and disappeared instantly.

"Master..." Mo Tiankuo looked at the mountain road that was still dozens of miles away, opened his mouth, and finally took him back along the way!On such a long road, walking back with two legs, you have to walk until the sun sets.

Qingtong in the void took out the white jade bottle in his sleeve and poured out a Heavenly Order Ningshen Dan to swallow quickly.

When Mo Tianli walked back to Zongmen, it was already dusk.

"You said, Qingtong made a blood contract for this young leopard?" Sect Master Tian Lang touched the young leopard who was still sleeping, and groaned.

"Yes." Mo Tiankuo replied honestly, listening to Master's words, telling the ins and outs of the matter, but concealing his own selling of magical instruments, and explaining the matter of Mo Xiaozuo as encountered in Houshan. Kitten, I don't know if this is a monster.

He was just getting started, and he didn’t recognize monsters as normal. After all, he had a less reliable master.

The Sect Master said nothing, let him leave the young leopard to go back on his own.

"Master, shouldn't this little leopard give Wo Qingdong?" Yan Lie walked in and poked the dirty little guy with a smile.

"How can Qingtong have time to ignore it? Here you are." Real person Tian Lang touched his beard and raised his hand to throw the little leopard into Yanlie's arms. "Also, dispose of the mess under the mountain."

As an apprentice who was always worried about the suzerain, Yan Lie silently swallowed the phrase "how to throw it to me again" and smiled.

Mo Tiankuo remembered that Master asked him to come back to Qingning Palace. When he remembered Qingtong’s disgusting look at the young leopard, he took a bath and changed his clothes to the main hall.

It was too late, and the glazed lights in the Qingning Palace were lit up, and they looked like a crystal palace from a distance.

Slowly walked into the hall, the maid in white motioned him not to make a noise. Mo Tiankuo looked up. He was supposed to sit on the soft couch waiting for his master. He was lying on the pillow of Daying, his eyes closed, and he slept soundly.

"You came just right," the maid in white pointed to the door of the inner hall. "The maid didn't dare to wake the real person, but the hall is too cold." The meaning is obvious. You help wake the real person and let him go back to the house to sleep.

After looking at the sleeping beauty on the couch, and then looking at the pleading look of the white maid, Mo Tianluo slowly walked to the couch and knelt down.The light of the glazed lamp shone on the beautiful face like jade, and the long eyelashes had a clear root, casting a small shadow.

Gently raised his hand, surrounded the beauty, and hugged the master across the maid in shock.

The cultivator of immortality, with five sharp senses, Mo Tiankuo was originally just pretending to hug, and he was ready to suddenly wake up and then beat him up, but did not wake up.Carrying the person up, Qingtong actually leaned against his chest very naturally, and gently rubbed it unconsciously.

The heart suddenly jumped fiercely, Mo Tianluo swallowed, meditation that this is the Master, this is the Master, and lifted his feet toward the inner temple.

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