The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 61: Liu Ada

　　 On the west side of Bihu Peak, there is a group of palaces in front of Baiya, where the teachers and students of Bihu Peak practiced the fairy residence.

　　 Peak Master Cheng Youtian stood in front of the Ebb Tide Hall, looking at the lake island in the distance, his brows frowned slightly, a little worried.

　　 He is a direct disciple of the previous generation of Bihu Peak Master, and he is not in the same vein as Lei Poyun.

　　 Over the years, he has been meditating in the hidden peaks deep in the green mountains. He just vaguely knows that something has happened between the nine peaks. He doesn't want to face this pressure at all. If he is not thinking about not letting Bihu Peak be inherited Severe, let alone the old monster Shang Defeng snatching away, he would never return from Hidden Peak to defeat Chi Yan before the Inheritance Sword Conference.

　　 The thunderstorm tonight is coming much more violently than expected, I don’t know what it means.

　　Bihu Peak has already died of two important figures, and they did not die in the battle with the demons, they died horribly.

　　 Many disciples of Bihu Peak, because of indignation, wanted to find the leader for an answer, they were forcibly suppressed by him.

　　 Is this God's punishment? Because Bihufeng did such evil things?

　　 He looked at hundreds of thunder and lightning in the night sky like a spider web, thinking in awe.

　　 Many people in Jiufeng are also looking at Bihu Peak, enjoying the rare beauty.

　　 Very few people can vaguely perceive the abnormal situation in Tianweili.

　　 On the cliff of Tianguang Peak, beside the fence of Shangde Peak, the tallest figure between the two green hills looked at the direction of Bihu Peak and was silent.

　　 Countless bolts of lightning leaked from the night sky, washed into a dreamlike appearance by the rainstorm.

　　 Looking at such a beautiful scenery, what are they thinking?

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　　If the white cat really makes a move, even if he is different from the ordinary ascetics, he may die.

　　 Jing Jiu thought silently.

　　 For him now, that white cat is too scary.

　　 "I know you were not involved in that matter, because you didn't have the guts."

　　 I don’t know why, the more vigilant he is with the white cat, the more casual attitude he shows, and he appears particularly confident.

　　"But if you still choose not to stand by my side this time, then you know exactly what I will do."

　　 After saying this, he turned around to leave.

　　 On the surface, his words are still strong enough, and his departure seems to be very casual, without the white cat in his eyes.

　　 But at the next moment, he knew he was wrong. He forgot how nuanced the white cat's observation was. This turn seemed to come too suddenly.

　　Sure enough, the white cat suddenly raised his right paw and waved at him at a distance of several tens of feet.

　　 It is still very vigilant, very careful, its claws are not straightened, and it seems to be ready to retract at any time.

　　 So this action looks very cute, like it wants to tickle Jing Jiu.

　　 In fact, this action is very scary.

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　　 The big net stretched for dozens of miles in the night sky, woven by hundreds of lightning bolts, was suddenly pulled and deformed.

　　 There seems to be an invisible giant hand scratching in the night sky.

　　 A lot of lightning broke from it, merged with each other in a very short time, and turned into a very thick beam of light, falling towards the green lake.

　　 The cold light ripped by the cat's claws easily tore through the dense rain and came to him.

　　 At the same time, the thick lightning flashed along with the cold light.

　　 There was a muffled sound, and the lightning and cold light accurately hit Jing Jiu's chest and abdomen, in no particular order.

　　 did not scream or scream, Jing Jiu was like an unconscious stone, which was directly shaken hundreds of feet away.

　　 He landed in the lake, and the splashes were not loud, and the sound was unlikely to exceed the rainstorm.

　　The water of the lake gradually calmed down.

　　 The calm here refers to the appearance of the rainstorm, the evenly smeared waves.

　　The white cat left the palace and walked slowly to the lake.

　　The long hair that was wet by the rainstorm was drooping, but its appearance was not embarrassed, but rather majestic.

　　 It looks like the Beastmaster inspecting the territory, watching the lake quietly, focusing and alert.

　　 I don’t know how long it took, and there was still no movement in the lake.

　　 The vigilance in its eyes gradually faded, giving birth to complacency and cruel emotions.

　　 Suddenly, its pupils shrank into beans, and its body was slightly tilted to the right, ready to turn around and escape at any time.

　　 The green lake under the heavy rain seems to be the same as before.

　　 Gradually, a wave formed on the surface of the water, and Jing Jiu walked out.

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　　 In the rainstorm, one person and one cat are facing each other.

　　 Jing Jiu knew that the white cat didn't really want to kill herself with that claw, it was just a test.

　　 Of course he died directly, and the white cat would be very happy too.

　　 Or, it is sure that it is weak and can kill it at any time, then... it might actually kill him.

　　 cat, is such an animal.

　　 When it needs to be fed by the owner, it can be gentle and humble.

　　 When the owner is unable to provide food, it will jump out of the window without hesitation, and there will be absolutely no nostalgia.

　　 What’s more terrifying is that if you die and it has no food to eat, then you will become its food.

　　 The most terrifying thing is that at that time, it often starts to bite from your head and face, the white hair is stained with blood, and the picture is touching.

　　 Jing Jiu walked towards the white cat.

　　His breathing is very steady, and his feet are very steady, except for the shreds of clothes on his chest, there is nothing unusual.

　　 The terrifying lightning and the cold light from the cat's paw did not seem to have any effect on him.

　　 Looking at this scene, the white cat's shrinking eyes showed a strong incomprehension, and then it was uneasy.

　　Why are you still alive like this? Why do you have nothing to do?

　　 Jing Jiu walked to the white cat and squatted down, raising his right hand.

　　 The white cat stared at his hand, trying to turn around and escape, but did not move for some reason.

　　 Its fur has all been erected, and it appears extra vigilant, because it feels danger.

　　 This danger does not originate from Jing Jiu's strength, but from its instinct, or the imprint imprinted in its soul for countless years.

　　 "Liu Ada."

　　 Jing Jiu looked at the white cat and said, "After feeding you for so many years, is it still unfamiliar?"

　　 Unexpectedly, this white cat would have such a weird name.

　　 Jing Jiu's hand fell.

　　 The white cat turned his head and pretended not to see his movements, but his body was shaking slightly, obviously resisting the urge to escape.

　　 Jing Jiu thought that you were still bullying, afraid of hardship, timid and sensitive like you did in the past. Before you don't know the details of the other party, you would never dare to move.

　　Thinking about these things, his hands have fallen on the white cat's head, rubbing gently.

　　 Jing Jiu is very skilled in touching cats.

　　His hand slid from the top of the white cat's head to the neck to the back, until it passed like a breeze in front of the tail.

　　 Then, he repeated this action again.

　　 Repeatedly, as if it would never stop.

　　 If Chi Yan or Mei Li and others were to see this scene, they would definitely no longer suspect that he was from Guocheng Temple.

　　 He touched the heads of Liu Shisui and Zhao Layue in the same way.

　　 This is just his habit and has nothing to do with empowerment or anything.

　　 As he stroked, the white cat gradually stopped shaking, and his mood became a lot more stable.

　　 Jing Jiu looked at the white cat and asked, "Are you worried that he is still alive? If you are on my side, he will come to trouble you in the future?"

　　 The white cat was lying on the grass wetted by the rain, and did not feel uncomfortable. Hearing this question, he still looked away, but his ears moved.

　　 Jing Jiu understood its meaning.

　　——You are asking me knowingly.

　　"So, between us, you decide to continue to be neutral?"

　　 Jing Jiu continued to ask.

　　 The white cat turned his head and glanced at him faintly.

　　——A pair of horrible and horrible brothers like you, who do I dare to offend?

　　"I see, it turned out to be like this~ IndoMTL.com~ Jing Jiu's voice is like his tattered white clothes, soaked in rain, it becomes a little light.

　　He stood up and looked at the palace under the cliff to the west, and said, "The kid Lei Poyun didn't know anything, but it was a pity that he died because of him."

　　 The white cat thought that that kind of idiot died and died, what's a pity.

　　 "I will see you later."

　　 Jing Jiu looked at the white cat and said.

　　 The white cat glanced at him indifferently, meaning that you can live.

　　 Jing Jiu walked towards the Bihu Lake, and soon disappeared into the water, and could no longer be seen.

　　 The white cat turned around and came to a big tree.

　　The wild cats on the tree have long avoided.

　　 The white cat leaped lightly, like a ghost, to the top of the tree more than ten feet high.

　　 It lay on its front paws lazily, not caring about the continuous rainstorm.

　　 looked at the surface of the lake and confirmed that Jing Jiu had really left, and the ferocity in his eyes disappeared.

　　The thunderstorm gradually stopped, and the soul tree in the temple sank automatically, entered the spiritual veins to nourish itself, and the island returned to calm.

　　 The night clouds disappeared, and the sky full of stars appeared again.

　　 Starlight falls on Bihu, Bihu seems to have become a mirror.

　　 The white cat lay quietly on the tree, looking at Bihu, the mood in his eyes became warmer, and he was still a little nostalgic.

　　 The bark is still not as comfortable as rubbing his palm, it is warm and soft.

　　 It suddenly felt a little tired.

　　 Jing Jiu's current realm is indeed very low, but the mental pressure it brings is too strong.

　　 He yawned and his mouth opened wide.

　　 The night sky is dim, the Silver Lake shimmers, and the starlight seems to be much less at this moment.

　　 is like someone swallowed it.