The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post Chapter 97: Subordinates
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Just now, Qingtong suddenly rushed over. Mo Tianliao was so scared that he threw Taishi up in a hurry, regardless of whether it was useful or not. Unexpectedly, this guy actually carried Thunder Tribulation!
In this world, there has never been a magic weapon that can help monks avoid thunder catastrophe. At most, it is like the previous storage bracelet. It can resist thunder catastrophe by itself, but it cannot protect the monks from lightning catastrophe. If Mo Tianlio were to prepare in advance, he would only refine something similar to the thunder-inducing array, and it would be a little bit of resistance.
For the rest of his life, Mo Tianliao suddenly laughed as he watched Taishi screaming above his head. Divine tool, divine tool, he only felt that in addition to knowing a lot, this guy was not as powerful as an immortal tool, but now he suddenly understood that the reason why the divine tool has been rushed by monks since ancient times is that the real reason is that it Can resist thunder!
Nine-Nine Tribulations, while the sky thunder is infusing the body, it is also accompanied by great danger. It can be said that it is a life of nine deaths. With the artifact, when the last sky thunder descends, you only have to throw the artifact out and soar. It's not a problem at all!
Mo Tianliao blinked and looked down at Qingtong in his arms. Because he hugged his arms too tightly, Qingtong's feet didn't touch the ground at all. He hung on him at the moment, with his head buried in his chest, without making a sound. .
"Baby, it's okay." Mo Tianliao patted the body in his arms.
Qingtong slowly raised his head, looked around, then looked at Mo Tianliao, suddenly put his arms around his neck, buried his face between his neck, and rubbed hard.
The heart seemed to be suddenly held by someone, with a bit of sorrow and pain, and full of happiness, Qingtong, never thought of living alone, used to be in the Valley of Ten Kills, now it is still in front of death.
"Silly cat..." Mo Tianliao felt that something was stuck in his throat, and he uttered these two words in a mute voice, and could not say anything else.
The two of them were speechless for a while, staying quietly for a moment, Qingtong pushed Mo Tianlio away: "I'm so stupid, Hua Shen can almost be smashed to death." After speaking, he turned around. Flew away, leaving Mo Tianliao standing alone on the slender stone pillar.
"Hey, Qingtong..." Mo Tianliao stretched out his hand, didn't hold it, and was slipped away, staring blankly at the snow-colored figure disappearing into the night, retracting his hand with a bitter face. Smack your lips. He had just exhausted his spiritual power in the fight against thunder and was injured. At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to fly back to the palace.
Sitting down on the top of the pillar, Mo Tianliao silently wiped off the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, staring at the chattering Taishi.
"Master, you still have to carry things like Lei Jie, you have to fly through the robbery, reborn, how can you become a fairy if you don’t suffer from this hardship..." Taishi’s big mouth flew around Mo Tianlio a few times , Straightforwardly.
"You were trained by my soul. If I die, you will dissipate in the world." Mo Tianliao said coolly.
Tae Shi got stuck in an instant, and opened his big mouth for a long time: "When you lied to me, you didn't say that!"
Mo Tianlio took out a piece of spiritual stone and slowly absorbed it: "You also know it was cheated."
The big mouth squatted shut and turned into a tortoiseshell chrysanthemum, one by one, the petals fell down.
Mo Tianliao twitched his mouth: "What is this?"
"Go to my grave in advance," Taishi lamented, sprinkling petals while babbling in Mo Tianliao's sea of knowledge, "I am a good son. I feel miserable for my concubine, let’s listen to a Dongfeng chant, Yier, Yier..."
Qingtong returned to the inner palace, buried his face in the pillow, and covered his slightly red eyes. Such a shameful appearance must not be seen by people, especially Mo Tianliao.
After waiting for a long while, and seeing Mo Tianliao come back, Qingtong slowly sat up and glanced at the tiger blanket on his feet: "Where is Mo Tianliao?"
When the big tiger heard the master call him, he immediately got up and put his head on the bed: "I just went to see him. He is still in the previous place. Maybe his strength is exhausted and he can't come back." After that, he slapped his head.
"You see if he can't come back, don't you know to bring him back?"
So, after a while, Mo Tianlio was swept back to Master's bed.
The next day, the story of the Forge Demon respecting life and being struck by lightning quickly spread.
Hearing this news, the Demon Lord, who was fighting with the big lion, staggered and fell to the ground, and the big lion sat on his head. Slapped the pet away with a slap, and spit out a hair: "Go and find out what's going on."
The other demon lords were not much better, and they were shocked to send people to inquire about the news, and the outside of the Forge Demon Palace suddenly became more lively.
Mo Tianliao opened his eyes faintly, his body still hurt everywhere, but his strength had recovered. If the vitality of the inexhaustible wood is circulated in the veins and veins for a week, a lot of internal injuries are repaired, and the body is lighter. It was snow-white in front of him, and the tip of his nose was full of the smell of sunlight and the faint fragrance of vegetation. She couldn't help but slightly curled her lips, moved closer to the sweet spot, and rubbed her warm body.
Qingtong, who was lying on his side, was awakened, and he saw a big head trying to squeeze him into his arms, and immediately slapped him.
The big head stopped moving immediately, keeping the face buried, slowly breathing out heat. The spring shirt was originally thin, but this call was sprayed directly on his skin, making it itchy.
Feeling a finger poking on his forehead, slowly pushing back, Mo Tianliao simply stopped pretending to be asleep, and put his arms around the flexible waist: "Baby, you are awake."
"No less than a hundred people have gathered outside the door, don't you go and see?" Qingtong said coolly.
"Huh?" Mo Tianliao was taken aback for a moment, and immediately released his spiritual sense to sense. Sure enough, many monks had gathered outside the magic palace, and some people were even knocking on the door.
Suddenly, a sound transmission talisman flew up from the sky.
Mo Tianliao raised his hand to catch it. This sound transmission talisman is made of jade. Standing in front of the door, you can pass through the mountain protection formation to reach him. As long as it is a subordinate of Qingtian, there is usually such a jade slip.
"Subordinate Hou Jing, please see your superior." Sweeping through with spiritual power, a voice of Zhongzheng and peace came from the jade slip.
Mo Tianliao raised his eyebrows, sat up half leaning against the head of the bed, and turned the jade slip in his hand: "Remember this person?"
Qingtong yawned and stretched out on Mo Tianliao's chest: "The one who sells things?"
"Well," Mo Tianliao flicked his finger and hit the sound transmission talisman back. This jade slip was stained with a temporary mark of consciousness, allowing people holding the jade slip to pass through the gate, and then smoothly smoothly. Shun Shun’s long, snow-colored hair, "Do you want to see him?"
"I see what he is doing." Qingtong slid off Mo Tianliao and turned into a snow-colored kitten. He stretched his paw forward, flicked his tail, turned over and fell asleep.
Mo Tianliao smiled, leaned over and kissed that furry mouth, and got up quickly before his cat opened his mouth and bite back.
To take a shower and change clothes, put on a gorgeous black robe, Mo Tianliao thought for a while, turned around and picked up the cat on the bed, and put it in his arms.
Hou Jing, who was standing outside the gate of the Demon Palace, was very nervous. He had heard the news of the resurrection of the Forged Heaven Demon Venerable a few days ago. Whether it was true or not, he rushed over without stopping. As soon as I got here, I heard people outside the Demon Palace say that the Demon Lord was killed by Thunder Tribulation last night. After swindling joy and sorrow, he decided to try, touching the gate of the magic palace with one hand and hitting a sound transmission talisman in.
"You're loyal," the demon's knowledgeable Hou Jing saw him standing in front of the door idiotically, and couldn't help but laugh, "I didn't expect the monkey spirit ancestor to be a nostalgic person."
Hou Jing has been Mo Tianli's subordinate for hundreds of years, in charge of the entire Demon Treasure Pavilion, and is responsible for selling the treasures refined by the Forged Heaven Demon Venerable. This man was born in a family of merchants from the mortal world, who knows how to do business. He was given the nickname of "monkey spirit" by the demon Taoist. He was very proud of himself, so he simply took this as his own name. Now his cultivation has reached Yuan Yuan. Infant is called "the ancestor of monkey essence".
Hou Jing has facial features, looks very decent, not like a shrewd businessman at all. He turned his head and glanced at the man, and saw that it was the elder of the magic door, he smiled kindly without saying much.
"Venerable Calcined Heaven came back from the dead, but he did not expect to live a shorter life than in his previous life." People who came to join in the fun talked a lot.
"I thought I was the darling of the heavens, and he had to go through the seven or seven small tribulations. Who would have thought it was a death tribulation, robbing the house against the heavens, and it really was not accepted by the heavens."
"The monkey spirit, the bereaved dog, is also pitiful." Someone tweeted.
Hou Jing turned a deaf ear and stared at the door for an instant. Suddenly, a flashing red jade slip shot out from the door, and he immediately raised his hand to catch it. On the white jade slip, there was a clear red flame symbol.
"Venerable!" Hou Jing was so excited, before everyone could react, he pinched the jade slip and quickly stepped in.
The spar stairs inside the door moved up spontaneously. The grooves in the wall are precisely embedded with spiritual stones. Pass through the stairs and enter the outer palace. The houses are neatly decorated with red and willows along the way. Even the ruins left by the fighting have been completely repaired.
Flying eaves with beasts, carving beams and painting buildings, the entire magic palace has returned to its former vitality. The Qibao Linglong Tower on the cliff is shining, showing that there are endless money-making businesses beckoning to him.
Hou Jing couldn't help speeding up. When he saw the man wearing a black brocade robe standing with his hands in the hall, he couldn't help tears in his eyes, and he rushed forward and hugged him. The corner of Mo Tianliao's robe: "Your honor, you are finally back!"