The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post Chapter 64: Mountain road
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The shell in Xuanji's hand fell to the ground and picked it up quickly, rubbing it with a baby: "The Frost Blade is still small." While talking, he wrapped the shell with twine a few times.
"Don't get entangled, tomorrow is the conference, and you have to take it out." Qingtong glanced at the senior, raised his hand to call Mo Tianliao over, and asked him what's going on.
Mo Tianliao briefly said what happened today, and the tiger was so angry that he bit off a vine.
The demon cultivator who has been transformed is no different from human beings. It is really annihilating humanity to let a little girl be bullied by a beast. Liuyunzong can do anything for money. It is said that there was an elder who tried his own transformation demon cultivator to be able to give birth to a child combining human and beast, and let the alchemy master refine a lot of medicines that could help conceive for the spiritual pet.
Of course, the result is impossible. Therefore, human cultivation is more determined, even if it is transformed, it cannot be compared with human beings.
"These beasts are too inhuman!" In a rage, Xuanji threw his shell to the ground, and the hard and heavy basalt shell cracked the bluestone slab.
Mo Tianliao twitched his mouth: "Uncle, Shell..."
"Huh!" Mysterious Ji picked up the shell, blew it, and groaned away in his arms.
"Is the mysterious machine rubbing the hemp rope to protect the shell?" Mo Tianliiao saw people leave, so he sat on the soft cushion and hugged his cat in his arms.
Qingtong gave him a hug, leaning on Mo Tianlio and yawning: "Not at first."
The big tiger pricked his ears when he heard the words.
When Xuanji was young, the three brothers were playing together, and Master took a small ball and threw it out for them to pick it up. Tian Lang always ran the fastest, and ran over. Qingtong often ignored the teasing of the master, and occasionally scrambled for face twice, so he didn't bother to run back and climb onto Tian Lang's head to let the master brother. Go back to the camel.
Tian Lang has always been responsive to the little brother, holding the ball to the younger brother, and ran back against the kitten with great joy.
There is only mystery, and I ran with my shell on my back, running too fast, and the shell fell off, leaving only a snake winding on the ground. He ran fast, but the master said that the one who took off his pants was not counted. In the end, he gave the delicious reward to Qingtong, who was holding the ball.
Tian Lang is not obsessed with delicious food. He likes to play the game of dropping the ball and picking up the ball. Seeing his younger brother eat slowly, he pesters the master to play ball. Only Xuanji was heartbroken holding the shell. He didn't deliberately want to take off his pants. Really, the shell fell on its own.
There are many similar things. After several blows, the mystery finally came up with a way to tie the shell tightly with twine so that it would not fall off when running. But the tie was too tight, only the head and tail were hugged outside, and it was indecent and not fast to run with a shrunk like a bug.
Finally, Xuanji found that it was good to tie the shell to the back, and there was still a snake underneath, and the shell was on the back without touching the ground, so that the running was fast and stable.
Therefore, in Woyunzong, you can often see a small snake with a turtle shell, babbling and babbling behind a puppy with a cat on his back.
Because the ordinary hemp rope is too deep, Xuanji wanted to rub it lightly and softly by himself, so he began to study the hemp rope, rubbing it, it became a habit.
Mo Tianliao was silent for a long while, this is really a past worthy of sympathy, so the hemp rope was originally used as a belt...
At night, Mo Tianliao watched the people next to him fall asleep, so he quietly got up, put on his clothes, called Taishi who was with a candlestick on his side, and quietly opened the door.
"Where are you going?" The pleasant voice was a little lazy, and Mo Tianlio turned his head to see the person on the bed lying on his side, stretching his arms lazily towards him.
Mo Tianliao was immediately poked into his heart by this action, so numbly, he leaned in and kissed the outstretched fingertip: "I'll steal some Wen Yuguo, be good, and go to bed, before dawn I'll be back."
The slender white arms wrapped around Mo Tianliao's neck, the meaning is obvious, he wants to go too.
"No, there is a mountain forest close to the animal tamer, if they blow the spirit horns, they should have a headache." Mo Tianliao shook his head.
Qingtong turned into a cat, holding Mo Tianliao's clothes, with a firm attitude.
"..." One person and one cat confronted each other for a moment, and Mo Tianlio was defeated. Looking at the clear glass eyes, he couldn't say his refusal.
Qingtong squeezed Mo Tianliao's clothes on Mo Tianliao's chest triumphantly, and slammed his tail with excitement. The night is the time for hunting.
The mountain road is smooth, as long as you don't go to the wrong side, there will be no problems.
The white jade steps are shining with fluorescence in the cold white moonlight, and the luminous grass on both sides of the road also flashes and flashes, which is very beautiful.
The kitten jumped to the ground and thumped in the luminous grass, Mo Tianliu stopped and waited for him.
Look up at the moonlight, the cold light on the mountains, quiet and silent. The road to immortality is slow, and 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 followed Mo Tianliao's gaze, "The moonlight is good." As he said, he stretched out his hand towards the moon.
The invisible moonlight slowly converged, like a mountain stream, condensed into a bunch of light, pouring down, and all gathered in the palm of the hand. The soft wide sleeves slid down, revealing a white forearm, and the moonlight circled the beautiful arm and slowly melted into the body.
Mo Tianliao was a little stunned to watch, more and more legends say that the big demon can absorb the essence of the sun and the moon.
The snow-colored clothes swayed in the wind, and the moonlight was like practice, entwining the beautiful person in the painting, which gave Mo Tianlio the illusion that the person was about to feather.
"Qingtong!" Mo Tianliao walked over quickly, grabbing his hand.
Because of the sudden interruption, the surrounding Yuehua slowly escaped, Qingtong didn’t care, let them leave, and slowly looked back at Mo Tianliao. The light colored glass eyes flashed because they had just absorbed the Yuehua Some fine starlight.
"What are you doing?" Qingtong looked at him strangely.
"Leave." Mo Tianliao opened his mouth, wanting to say that he was afraid that you would fly away, and he thought it was so stupid that he might be beaten, so he swallowed back and silently took his cat away.
Qingtong struggled and didn't break away, so he let him pull it, dragging his steps behind, looking to the side of the road as he walked. Eyes that can see things at night can see everything in the mountains and forests clearly. The birds resting on the treetops, the rabbits lying on the grass, the macaques hanging upside down on the branches.
"Mo Tianlio..." Qingtong called him.
"Huh?" Mo Tianliao responded softly, walking up according to his memories during the day. He could not use the sword and would be discovered.
Qingtong yelled him and stopped the following, Mo Tianlio didn't care, he said yes, he didn't talk or ask more. In this way, he walked slowly holding hands like a mortal, feeling very happy without doing anything. The temperature of the other party came from the palm of his palm, and Mo Tianlio suddenly understood what a mortal called a long-term old age. I don’t feel bored just holding hands and walking to the wasteland. I just hope the mountain road can be longer and never come to an end.
"What do you mean when you are talking about being uncontrollable?" Qingtong was silent for a moment before asking again.
Mo Tianliao's footsteps paused, and then he lifted his foot again: "I can't help myself. It is usually said that a person can't hold his own mood and can't help but do something that follows his heart."
"It's like burying the belly of the hair?" Qingtong looked at the back of Mo Tianliao's head. In his opinion, Mo Tianliao's behavior of rubbing hair was the same as Tian Lang's gnawing on bones. The look of coveting not afraid to scratch.
"It’s the same, but it’s not the same." Mo Tianliao stopped, looked back at him, walked slowly down a step, and stood with him, "The so-called love is uncontrollable, just because I like it too much. ."
Speaking softly, slowly leaning over, kissing the slightly thin lips.