When Murong Feixue woke up again, she saw an empty curtain in front of her eyes. She was in a carriage carriage. The walls of the carriage were covered with bloody blades and sharp arrows. The nearest part of these sharp arrows was
The portion was almost on his face.
Murong Feixue was shocked. Wasn't she framed by Emperor Jin in the Taihang Golden Palace? She remembered that she was burned by a ball of golden flames and finally lost consciousness, but where is she now?
Murong Feixue thought deeply, and was immediately startled. She found that she was actually in a human body. The original eight-tails strength had also deteriorated into a six-tails... which was where everything started for her.
But this human body was filled with bloodthirsty killing intent, and she didn't even dare to look too deeply. However, the human soul itself had no consciousness, as if... it was already dead.
"It's strange, I'm obviously in the Taihang Golden Palace, meow, how come my soul can travel into such a human body? I'm so used to it, meow." Murong Feixue complained as she stuck her head out the window.
There was still a fierce fighting sound outside the carriage. Before Murong Feixue could even poke her head out, a huge tiger roar sounded in front of her, and then, a huge head poked in from outside the curtain.
This is a striking white tiger. Its eyes are as big as copper bells, its beard is as sharp as steel needles, and its teeth are colder than ten thousand years of ice. Murong Feixue was immediately frightened and dared not move.
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She is a cat demon and has always been bullied by the big tiger tribe. This is nature and has nothing to do with strength. Moreover, now her strength has also degraded to its original state. To put it bluntly, she is now just like a baby, doing whatever she wants.
Only a tiger demon can take care of her.
Therefore, as soon as this ferocious white tiger, with a cluster of blood hanging on the white hair on its head, poked its head in, Murong Feixue was so frightened that she lost consciousness.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" When Bai Hu saw Murong Feixue, he had no intention of hurting her at all. He showed a flattering expression, then rubbed against her body, and then stretched out his tongue to lick the palm of her hand.
Its tongue was bigger than Murong Feixue's five palms. Murong Feixue looked stupidly at this big white tiger that was obviously trying to please him, with a dull expression.
"Does this guy not want to hurt himself at all?"
While Murong Feixue was wondering, the white tiger opened its mouth and bit her.
Murong Feixue closed her eyes fiercely and screamed in her heart: "It's over, it's over, there's no tiger that doesn't eat cats, meow. It's a pity that people will die in the tiger's mouth before they understand what's going on. It's really sad, meow."
"
Unexpectedly, there was no pain on her body. The big white tiger just bit her hem and gently pulled her out of the carriage.
Outside the carriage, two groups of people who were clearly divided into two factions were fighting together. More than a dozen black-clad warriors were guarding the carriage, and on the ground, there were the bodies of more than a dozen black-clad warriors.
Hundreds of skilled warriors were attacking the remaining ten or so black-clothed warriors. The black-clothed warriors were covered in blood, but they refused to retreat.
An enemy general with advanced martial arts killed a black warrior with the help of his companions. When he was about to rush over and kill the most difficult and violent white tiger, Murong Feixue happened to be killed by the white tiger.
He bit the hem of his clothes and pulled it out.
It was as if there was a gust of wind blowing, the biting wind. The general who was holding the knife and was about to kill the white tiger suddenly froze, his expression was stiff, and cold sweat was dripping down. His eyes were fixed on Murong Feixue,
