For Luoyang, the most unbearable thing was not the feeling of being washed by a tiger's tongue, but the fact that as his face was slowly being washed, he felt the urge to wash his hair.
A man is like a spring without emotion. If you keep putting pressure on it, when the pressure reaches a certain level, it will definitely bounce back.
Luoyang is under such pressure at the moment, and it is almost reaching the critical point, and may be ejected at any time.
But just when he was hesitating whether to respond in kind, Yan Hu let go of him, with a smile as bright as a flower: "Luo Taoist companion, come into my tiger's den." Luo Yang's head twitched again.
Isn't this too direct? But before Luoyang could reply, Yanhu reached over and took Luoyang's hand.
Luoyang was so embarrassed that he said awkwardly: "Taoist Taoist Yanhu, when we first met... I think..." It was hard to say it out loud.
Yanhu asked curiously: "What is that?"
"That's..." Luoyang still couldn't say it. He wanted to give him a hint with an action, but he felt that the action was more evil than the words.
In such an embarrassing moment, he was pulled by Yanhu to the bottom of the big tree. Only then did he discover that there was a hole at the foot of the big tree, extending diagonally downwards, and it was pitch black inside.
No end in sight.
Yanhu let go of Luoyang's hand, ducked into the hole, and then turned around and said: "The ground is easy to be discovered and is not safe. Come in quickly, let's go to the tiger's den to chat." Luoyang said in surprise: "This
Is that what you said...the tiger's den?" Yanhu nodded: "Yes, this is the tiger's den that I dug. I was hiding in the tiger's den waiting for you before. I am too weak to stay on the ground.
." Luoyang suddenly woke up.
It turns out that the person is pure, and the person who is evil is himself.
"Wait!" Yan Hu suddenly remembered something, staring at Luoyang with a pair of golden eyes, with a probing tone in his tone,
"Luo Taoist companion, the tiger's den you just mentioned... what kind of tiger's den is it?" Luo Yang was panicking in his heart, but on his face he said seriously: "This is it. The tiger's den you dug, let's stop talking and go in quickly." He was tired of reading.
Tactically change the topic.
"Oh." Yanhu responded and got into the tiger's den. Luoyang followed Yanhu and got in. He thought that the tunnel would not be very long, but after walking for a while, he realized that it was actually very long and deep.
The end of the tunnel is a steamed bun-shaped cave. The top of the cave is a structure of tree roots hugging rocks. The same is true for the four walls. Under the innermost root boulder wall, there is a pile of dead branches, leaves, hay and so on.
It is in the shape of a nest.
There was also a baggage placed next to the nest. It was bulging and looked like it contained a lot of things. Yan Hu lit a candle, and the weak candlelight dispelled the darkness in the tiger's den, and also gave the tiger's den a bit of romance and warmth.
sense of atmosphere.
After seeing the tiger's den in Zheng'er Ba Jing, Luoyang couldn't help but admire: "Taoist Yanhu, you have dug such a big tiger's den in such a short time. You are really amazing!"
"What's so powerful about this? It's just the innate ability of our white tiger spirit clan. A weak white tiger spirit like me can easily become the target of hunters. If I am caught, I will be skinned. My tiger skin
Very expensive." Luoyang: "..."
"Luo Daolu, let me tell you, what happened all the way here?" Yanhu sat down in Huli, and then patted the empty seat next to him.
Luoyang walked over and sat next to her. As soon as he sat down and before he started telling his story, Yanhu came over, half lying and half sitting, and snuggled into his arms.
What a clingy big cat! If you think about it, this is really a trip across three realms for netizens.
On Earth, most of the netizens who rushed to see each other went to small hotels after meeting. He and Yanhu entered the tiger's den, which was essentially the same.
However, he and Yanhu had become Taoist couples long ago. Although they had become Taoist couples in a daze at that time, it was tantamount to having a legal status, just like a certified service couple. From the perspective of this fact
Look...a wife is in her husband's arms. Isn't this a natural thing?
Luoyang also gradually adapted to this feeling. He organized his thoughts and then told Yanhu about the people he met along the way and what happened.
Yanhu was completely immersed in the story told by Luoyang. When she heard that the willow tree demon raised thousands of weapons to kill Luoyang, her palms became sweaty and she looked so nervous.
When she heard that the Shankui was arrogant and wanted to kill people and seize the treasure, she was very angry. Her small mouth split open, revealing a pair of cute little tiger teeth, with a fierce look.
"However, that Jamel Xiao is not bad. He is the only good person I met while driving." Luoyang gave a fair evaluation to the handsome guy with a male and female appearance, and then asked,
"Yan Hu, have you heard of the Holy Book Sect?" Yan Hu said, "Because I love reading, I know some things about the Holy Book Sect, but not much."
"Tell me about it." Yan Hu responded softly, sorted it out a little, and said slowly: "The Holy Book Sect was very powerful during the Dexin Dynasty. Many civil servants in the court came from the Holy Book Sect, and they did a lot of things.
Don't do bad things like forming cliques for personal gain. Later, after the Dexin Dynasty fell, the Holy Book Gate was also attacked.
After the attack, the powerful sect was in ruins, and the disciples of the Holy Book Sect ran to death. I heard that the surviving disciples rebuilt the Holy Book Sect in the north of the fairy world. I don’t know the specific location, but since you met
I have become a disciple of the Holy Book Sect, I think this statement is correct, the Holy Book Sect is still there."
"What's so great about the Holy Book Sect? Are they good at reciting poems and composing poems?" Luoyang was a little curious about this aspect. Yan Hu thought for a moment before saying: "The disciples of the Holy Book Sect are indeed unique in the world in reciting poems and composing poems. They have made many achievements.
Great literary giants. But don't underestimate their ability to recite poems and compose poems. They are powerful and they can really talk people to death." Luoyang was horrified in his heart.
This statement is a bit exaggerated, but he believes it to be true. In the mortal world of Middle-earth, online violence can kill people, let alone those who have magical power to recite poems and compose poems.
"Luo Taoist companion, don't completely believe that Xiao Jingxuan. The disciples of the Holy Book Sect are the best at pretending. I heard that the Holy Book Sect has a secret method that can cultivate morality into a robe and put on the robe of morality. He can say whatever he wants.
That’s right, even what he says makes people irresistible. It’s very powerful.” Kanshu La Luoyang: “…” He was sure that what the little tiger said was not a moral bitch.
"Luo Taoist companion, don't believe it. I heard that at the end of the Dexin Dynasty, the sect leader of the Holy Book Sect had a duel with a master of another sect. The sect leader put on a moral robe and stood on the commanding heights of morality and said
After waiting for a long time, he finally said that the master was so desperate that he drew his sword and committed suicide." Luoyang's heart was in a mess.
Suddenly, his neck felt hot, and he hurriedly turned his eyes to look, but it was the little tiger using the barbed lilac tongue to wash his neck again.
Their eyes met, and the air suddenly became frozen.