The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post Chapter 38: Headache

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"Can you tell me, who bought the falling star stone?" In the private room on the third floor, a Yuan Ying monk wearing Liuyun's wide-sleeved Taoist robe asked the people around him.

"It's a guest on the fourth floor," the person who spoke back and forth looked embarrassed, "Master, those who can go to the fourth floor are all powers above the gods, we can't offend them."

The monk Yuan Ying clenched his fist. He came here by accident today. He didn’t have so many spirit stones on him. He didn’t expect that there would be a falling star stone: "No, the big match is coming, I must If you get the falling star stone, otherwise you will have to win that bastard."

The surname of the Yuanying monk was Ding, he was the son of an elder of the Liuyunzong refining device, and his qualifications were also good, but he had a younger brother who surpassed him in refining talent. Previously, because of his calculations, he asked that **** to go to the devil's way as an internal response. Unexpectedly, that person had gotten a bad luck and got the guidance of Venerable Calcined Heaven. After returning, he immediately got the attention of the sect.

"Master Ding, the guests on the fourth floor are gone." *The auction house is co-managed by three sects, and naturally there are people belonging to different families. The Ding family still has a way to get some news.

"Thank you, the second shopkeeper, for me." The Brother Yuanying stood up.

"Where is Master Ding, this time thanks to the spirit training horn given by Master Ding." The people in the auction house smiled and looked at the hot white foxes on sale in the stands.

Ordinary spirit training horns can only teach spirit beasts that have signed a blood contract with them. Today this kind of spirit training horn that can tame monsters is very rare, and only a few master refiners can do it.

"Um..." Qingtong leaned against Mo Tianliao's arms, with a splitting headache, and couldn't help but clenched the clothes on Mo Tianliao's chest.

Mo Tianlio didn't dare to stay, he could fly as far as he could, until the power of the spiritual training horn couldn't reach the slightest before slowing down. Big brother rides the flying boat and sloshing up: "Come up."

Holding the master, jumped on the flying boat and took over the control of the flying boat with one hand, making Meng Hu who was also uncomfortable breathe. Meng Hu swallowed a calming pill to soothe the soul, then took it again, signaled that he was okay, and asked him to look at Master.

Mo Tianliao was not welcome, and he sat in the middle of the boat holding Qingtong, broke the blood-colored lips, and fed a meditation pill in.

"Where shall we go?" Meng Hu rubbed his forehead and glanced at Master, who was not in a good condition. He also didn't know which wicked old man made this spiritual training corner, and it was so powerful.

"Go back to the sect first." Mo Tianliao was saying, Feizhou suddenly stopped, causing the three of them to jump forward at the same time. Mo Tianliao swiftly hugged the Master and rolled on the spot, only then did he relieve his strength.

"Who?" Meng Hu got up angrily. Someone forcibly prevented Feizhou from moving forward with a weapon.

The person on the opposite side obviously didn’t expect this magical tool to cause such an effect, and was really taken aback: “In Xia Ding Zijin, the son of the elder of Liuyun Zong Dinghu, I didn’t intend to offend the predecessors... Ah, it turned out to be Junior Brother Meng. ."

Meng Hu frowned. The three major sects often communicated with each other. He knew this Ding Zijin, not because of any friendships, but because this person seemed to always be committed to knowing the direct disciples of various sects, and gave him some little ones. Implements.

The flying boat has a mask. If the people inside don’t stand up, you can’t see it outside, so Ding Zijin doesn’t know who is sitting in the boat. But since Meng Hu is here, the monk who is transforming the gods must be Woyunzong's cave master or mountain elder.

"It's like this, the Liuyun Zongmen is about to compare, and I really need the falling star stone, I don't know..." Ding Zijin said carefully.

Meng Hu darkened his face, how did this man know that they bought the falling star stone? It must be the news revealed by the auction house, these villains! "Brother Ding, this has already broken the rules of the shop, you should leave soon." The meaning is clear, the elders in the boat are too lazy to care about you now, if you continue to entangle you, you will be beaten sooner or later!

"It's really offensive here. I have a high-grade spiritual tool and ten thousand-year-old spiritual grass. I just want to cut the falling star stone." Ding Zijin said, while squinting at Feizhou. His father, Ding Hu, was the best crafter among the three sects. Even the head of the Woyun Sect had to give him a bit of face. He didn’t have to come today. He only had to see the people in the boat, and then take his father’s You can ask for a change in name.

Qingtong leaned in Mo Tianliao's arms, frowned, really noisy, got up and prepared to teach this ignorant junior. The clinker had just raised his body, and a sudden burst of intense pain suddenly bit his lower lip. Outside is a Nascent Soul monk, if you let him know that the **** transforming power has been seriously injured, he will take a shot if he can't say it.

Mo Tianliao hugged the person back in a hurry, pinched Qingtong’s chin, and said in a deep voice: "Open your mouth." The rounded blood dripped from the bitten lower lip, sliding down the white chin, and dripping on On the snow-colored shark. Mo Tianliao looked like a knife, forcibly squeezing the closed lower lip, and quickly leaned over, blocking the uncontrollable groan between his lips and teeth.

The cold beautiful eyes suddenly widened, fixedly looking at the enlarged handsome face in front of him, a little startled for a while. What is this evildoer doing?

The touch between the lips is very soft, like a jelly-like sweet-scented osmanthus cake, with an unspeakable sweetness in the slight coolness. Mo Tianliao was a little fascinated for a while, and for a moment, he realized what he had done on impulse. He, unexpectedly, kissed Master! The cold hair on the back immediately stood up, and when the heart was over, the cat would definitely scratch him out of shavings.

On the jade-like fingertips behind Mo Tianlio, five sharp claw hooks immediately appeared, shining coldly in the sun, **** villain, uh... the paw just raised, stunned Softening down, a warm breath slowly passed over the place where the two of them touched, with a faint fragrance of vegetation, which relieved the pain well.

Concentration Pill can only temporarily stabilize the soul, but it cannot reduce his pain. This breath is like a clear spring pouring on dry ground. He has not had such a comfort for a long time. Qingtong can't help but slowly close. Binocular.

Mo Tianliao realized that he had done something stupid, and did not dare to make big moves for fear of hurting the master in his arms, so he stiffened his body and separated little by little, so that he could be beaten by the master. ready. The clinker had just left a finger-wide distance, and the sweet thin lips even followed by themselves and kissed him again.

"Hmm!" Mo Tianliao was completely stunned, staring blankly at the handsome face close at hand, his cold eyes were covered by the drooping eyelids, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, gently scratching his face , Itchy, itchy to my heart.

Move according to your heart, the way is natural.

As a demon cultivator, Mo Tianwei will not wrong himself. Since the master did not intend to kill him for a while, he really wants to kiss him at the moment, so he just hugged his arms tightly. Beauty, deepened this kiss.

Meng Hu was so entangled by the surname Ding that he wanted to bite people, but there was no movement in the boat. What happened to Master, right? Thinking of this, my heart became even more anxious, and I was about to go down and take a look, a bright white empty palm suddenly called to Ding Zijin, who was justified.

Ding Zijin got a jump and hurriedly flipped in the air, while offering a defensive treasure. The precious light inspired by the treasure was touched by the palm of the wind, and abruptly ejected him several feet away.

"Master." Meng Hu turned his head and saw Qingtong standing behind him with positive and negative hands. Although his complexion was not good, his lips were not as pale as before.

Ding Zijin quickly called Feijian to catch him, and stood firm. When he saw the person in the boat, his heart suddenly faltered. Even if you meet the Sect Master Woyun, there is still room for change. Why is it so unlucky that you met the real Qingtong who has a bad temper! "Junior... Ah..." He was slapped again without finishing a sentence.

"Go!" The cold voice penetrated the sky with a strong spiritual power.

"I don't know if it's a real Qingtong, how offensive!" Ding Zijin didn't dare to say any more. This real person is not affectionate, which makes this horrible unhappy, let alone him, it's his father. Also correct. Leaving these words in a hurry, he ran away with Feijian fart.

Speaking of a real Nascent Soul, against Shanghua God, as long as the strength is strong enough and there are enough spiritual treasures, there is still a fight. However, Ding Zijin wanted to inquire about news, but he didn't intend to desperately. He planned to go to the Woyun Sect in the future to exchange for the Star Stone, saying that he could not fight back and offend the person, instead of fighting back, he would only be repaired severely. Go is the best policy.

"Master, are you okay?" Meng Hu stepped forward and sat back with Qingtong.

"It's okay." Qingtong sat down and glanced at Mo Tianliao who was shrinking in the corner.

"Huh? Brother, what's the matter with you?" Meng Hu leaned forward curiously and saw his junior leaning against the stern, holding his head and not talking.

"No, nothing..." Mo Tianlio lowered his head and moved to the place where he was at the helm, "Master is okay, brother rest, let me take the helm." Then, he grabbed the helm without any explanation. position.

"Humph." Qingtong snorted, grabbed the big apprentice who was trying to get past, and slapped the head.

Meng Hu scratched his head. Although he was very curious, his master's order could not be violated. He honestly became a furry tiger and was carried to the stern by one hand by the master.

Said it was carrying. In fact, Qingtong was just grabbing the fur on the back of the big tiger's neck, and it consciously followed it, and when it came to the end, it lay down with a puff, and looked like a gentleman.

Qingtong leaned on the warm tiger, squinted at the person in front of him who didn't say a word. The black robe was blown up by the wind, and the torn coat suddenly couldn't hide, revealing The dark blouse inside. He stretched out his slender fingers, looked in front of him, and then looked at the guy who had shrunk in front of him, and felt his hand itching again.

Mo Tianliao touched the white face and the tooth marks on his chin, and did not dare to say anything.