The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post

The shell in Xuanji's hand fell to the ground at once, and he quickly picked it up and wiped it babyly: "The frost blade is still small." As he said, he wrapped a few times around the shell with hemp rope.

"Don't worry, tomorrow is the meeting, and you have to take it out." Qingtong glanced at his senior, raised his hand and brought Mo Tianluo over, and asked him what was going on.

Mo Tianluo briefly talked about today's events, the big tiger bit off a vine with anger.

The demon cultivation that has been transformed is no different from human beings, so that a little girl is bullied by a beast, it is really dehumanizing.Liu Yunzong did everything for money.It is said that there was an elder in the past who had also tried whether his metamorphosis demon could give birth to a child combined with humans and beasts, so that Master Dan refined a lot of medicines that could help the conception to be eaten by the spirits.

The result is of course impossible, and as a result, human cultivation is more determined, even if it is transformed, it cannot be compared with humans.

"This group of beasts is too humane!" Xuan Ji threw his shell to the ground in a rage, and the hard and heavy Xuanwu shell smashed the blue stone plate into cracks.

Mo Tiankuo twitched his lips: "Uncle, shell..."

"Humph!" Xuanji picked up the shell, blew, and hummed away in his arms.

"Is Xuanji rubbing the twine to protect the shell?" Mo Tianluo saw that he was gone, so he sat on the cushion and hugged his cat into his arms.

Qingtong obediently hugged him and yawned on Mo Tiankuo: "At first it was not."

The big tiger heard his words and raised his ears.

When Xuanji was young, the three brothers played together, and the master took a small ball and threw it out for them to pick up.Tian Lang always ran the fastest, and ran to the top. Qing Tong often ignored the master's teasing, and occasionally pretended to fight for his face twice. Go back to the camel.

Tian Lang has always been responsive to the younger brother. He gave the ball to the younger brother and ran back to the kitten with great joy.

There was only mystery, and he ran back and forth with his shell, running too fast, the shell fell off, leaving only a snake meandering on the ground.He ran fast, but the master said that without taking off his pants, he didn't count, and finally gave the delicious reward to Qingtong with the ball.

Tian Lang is not obsessed with delicious food. He likes to play the game of losing the ball and picking up the ball. Seeing his teacher eating slowly, he still haunts the master and plays with the ball.Only Xuanji was sad to hold the shell. He didn't deliberately take off his pants. Really, the shell fell off by itself.

There are many similar things. After being hit several times, Xuanji finally came up with a way to tie the shell tightly with hemp rope so that it would not fall when running.But the tie is too tight, only the head and tail are wrapped around the outside, and it is really inelegant to run like a bug, and it is not fast.

Finally, Xuanji found that it was just a matter of tying the shell to his back. There was still a snake underneath, and the shell was resting on the back without touching the ground.

As a result, Wo Yunzong can often see a small snake with a turtle shell on it, followed by a puppy carrying a cat.

Because the ordinary hemp rope is too deep, Xuanji wanted to rub a light and soft oneself, and began to study the hemp rope, rubbing rubbing, and became a habit.

Mo Tiankuo was silent for a while, this is really a sympathetic past, so, was hemp rope used as a belt at first...

At night, Mo Tiankuo watched the people around him fall asleep, so he quietly got up, put on his clothes, recruited the Taishi who was holding a candlestick, and quietly opened the door bolt.

"Where are you going?" Pleasant voice was a little lazy, Mo Tianque turned back, and saw the person on the bed lying on his side, stretching his arms lazily towards him.

Mo Tianluo was poked at the heart by this action at once, and it was so crisp, he leaned over and kissed his protruding fingertips: "I'll steal some Wen Yu Guo, good, then sleep, I will come back before dawn ."

The slender white arm wrapped Mo Tiankuo's neck, the meaning was obvious, he was going to go too.

"No, the forest over there is close to the beast. If they teach the spirit horns, it's a headache." Mo Tiankuo shook his head.

Qingtong turned into a kitten, chopping Mo Tiankuo's shirt, his attitude was very determined.

"..." One person and one cat confronted each other for a moment, and Mo Tianluo defeated, looking at the clear glass eyes, he could not say anything if he refused.

Qingtong clung proudly to the clothes in front of Mo Tianluo's chest, licking his shirt to reveal a small head, and flicking his tail in excitement.Nighttime is the right time for hunting.

The mountain road is unobstructed, as long as you don't go to the bias, there will be no problem.

Bai Yujie flashed under the cold white moonlight, and the luminous grass on both sides of the road also flashed, which was very beautiful.

The kitten jumped to the ground and threw itself into the luminous grass, Mo Tiankuo stopped and waited for him.

Looking up at the moonlight, the cold light shone silently on the mountains.The road to cultivation of immortals is slow, most of the time it is so lonely, but if there is a personal company, it will be very different.

"What are you looking at?" The kitten became a slender beauty sometime and looked into Mo Tiankuo's eyes. "The moon is good." He said, reaching out towards the moon.

The invisible moonlight slowly converged like mountains and flowing water, condensed into a bunch, turned into a crystal light band, poured down, all converged to the palm.The soft wide sleeves slipped down, revealing a white arm, and the moonlight slowly melted into the body around the beautiful arm.

Mo Tiankuo looked a little dumbfounded, and more and more legendary monsters can absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, which is true!

The snow-colored clothes swayed in the wind, and Yuehua was like practice, entwining the beautiful fairy in the painting, which gave Mo Tiankuo the illusion that the man was about to feather out.

"Qing Tong!" Mo Tiankuo quickly walked over and grabbed his hand.

The surrounding Yuehua slowly dissipated due to the sudden interruption, and Qingtong didn’t care. As they left, they slowly looked back at Mo Tiankuo. The light-colored glazed eyes flashed some fine fragments because they just absorbed Yuehua. Starlight.

"What?" Qing Tong looked at him strangely.

"Let's go." Mo Tiankuo opened his mouth, trying to say that you might be flying away, and thought it was too stupid. Maybe he would be beaten, so he swallowed it back and silently pulled his cat away.

Qingtong struggled to get away, so he let him pull and walked behind with a drag, looking at the roadside while walking.At night, he can see his eyes and see everything in the mountains and forests.Flying birds resting on treetops, rabbits lying in the grass, macaques hanging upside down on branches.

"Mo Tianluo..." Qingtong called him.

"Huh?" Mo Tiankuo responded softly, and walked up according to the memory of the day.

Qingtong called him without a word, Mo Tiankuo didn't care, he promised when he called, he didn't say much and didn't ask much.In this way, walking slowly hand in hand like a mortal, I feel very happy to do nothing, the temperature of the other party came from the palm, Mo Tiankuo suddenly understood the mortal so-called white-headed aging.Just holding hands and walking to the wild and old is not boring, I only hope that the mountain road can be longer, and never go to the end.

"What do you mean by being indifferent?" Qingtong was silent for a moment before asking again.

Mo Tiankuo's footsteps paused, and then raised his foot again: "It's hard to stop myself. It's always said that a person can't hold his mind and can't help doing things that comply with his heart."

"Like buried belly?" Qing Tong looked at the back of Mo Tiankuo's head. In his view, Mo Tiankuo likes rubbing his hair like Tian Lang likes to bite his bones. Looks like.

"It's the same, it's not the same," Mo Tianluo stopped, looked back at him, walked down one step slowly, and stood with him. "The so-called love is hard to control, just because, I like it too much."

Speaking softly, slowly leaning in, kissed the slightly thin lips.