Chapter 111 The painting style begins to be obsessed with

Chapter 111 The painting style begins to be obsessed with

Zhaojiagou, the ancestor’s mansion.

The peach blossoms ripened by spiritual magic bloom in all seasons.

Under the peach blossom tree.

Yulan was wearing a white coat, leaning on an oval stone table, holding a small white porcelain bowl in one hand, filled with white milk.

The other hand held a spoon, scooped up milk, and fed it to the little white cat lying on the stone table, which was slightly larger than a palm.

"Be good, little meow. Eat some more."

Magnolia followed the little white cat in a soft voice, just like coaxing a child.

The little white cat turned over, revealing its round belly, and patted it with its furry paws, indicating that it was full.

"My husband said that you have been imprisoned by bad guys for twenty years, and your growth has been restricted using secret methods. You have never had a sip of milk since you were a child.

If you don’t eat more now, you may not grow up in the future. "

Yulan tried to persuade and threaten her, and stretched out the spoon again.

"Xiao Meow, this is the ewe's milk that I found with great difficulty. It also contains a lot of medicinal ingredients. Please eat more."

The little white cat rolled its eyes humanely, tilting its little head to one side, unmoved at all.

Yu Lan immediately put down the bowl, hummed softly, and complained to Yu Xian who was petting the tiger:

"Ms. sir, little meow doesn't listen to me again."

"Meow!"

The little white cat was so frightened that his hair exploded all over his body, his tail was raised high, he rushed towards the milk bowl like a tiger pouncing on food, stretched out a tender pink tongue, and started to drink.

"Ha ha……"

Seeing this, Yulan laughed cheerfully, stroked the little white cat's head with her hands, and said proudly:

"You still have to ask me to file a complaint. Will you dare to disobey me next time?"

"Drink, drink quickly, I've prepared a lot for you."

Magnolia responded with great kindness and enthusiasm to this little guy who suddenly appeared.

After all, if someone has nothing to do, he will go out to drink tea, train his concubines, and enjoy sugar-coated bullets from the Zhao family from time to time.

But she didn't have many friends in the Zhao family.

Except for Sister Wang who occasionally comes to stay with her, she doesn't even have anyone to talk to.

No matter how close she is to her husband, there are always some things that are difficult to say.

So when this little guy, who was randomly picked up by her husband, appeared, she seemed to have an extra playmate and someone to talk to about her emotions.

That's right, it just can't speak if you bully it.

Yu Xian, who was half lying on the chair, saw Yulan enjoying herself there, and the corner of her mouth curved, showing a smile, and glanced at Guihu who was lying next to his recliner.

"Fortunately, you gave birth to a tigress. If it were a male, haha..."

These two tigers, one big and one small, were naturally the trophies he got from the Ghost Tiger Sect.

These days, monsters can cultivate and transform.

If you want to raise a male, with so many women around you, being looked at for nothing is already a crime worthy of death.

It would be too bloody if one day he transformed into another woman and snatched a woman from him.

In order to eliminate this slight possibility, no matter the ghost tiger or the little white tiger, as long as one of them is not the female, both of them must be turned into roasted meat.

The Lei family of the Ghost Tiger Sect has passed down a secret tiger control technique from generation to generation, and can easily control demon tigers, and can even control tiger monsters beyond levels.

But this secret technique is quite useless and can only be used on tigers.

The free time came suddenly, and the Lei family father and son naturally had no time to destroy the inheritance, so he packed up all the treasures of the Ghost Tiger Sect and took them back.

Including this tiger control technique.

Yu Xian practiced for three days and mastered this secret technique easily.

In addition, he obtained Guihu's natal puppet from the old man in black robe, and controlling Guihu was almost a matter of course.

Yu Xian patted Guihu's head. He was obviously laughing, but it still made Guihu tremble in fear.

The new master next to him is not the old man in black robe who relied on conspiracy and secret methods to control it.

It naturally looks down upon the weak, and it doesn't care even if its natal puppet is in someone's hands.

Because it knew that the old man in black robe was reluctant to kill it.

But for the strong, it fully respects the laws of the jungle that it has relied on since childhood.

Because the new owner will really kill it.

Seeing that Guihu was as well-behaved as a big cat, Yu Xian smiled and rubbed his hands twice.

After all, it is a foundation-building combat power. It would be a pity to kill it and eat its meat.

Moreover, this ghost tiger seems to be a heterogeneous tiger demon. The ghost mist used to serve as a slave to the tiger seems to have great potential for development. In the hands of the Lei family and his son, it would be a waste of talent.

Because the Lei family and his son are too weak, they have been deliberately suppressing Guihu's strength for so many years, allowing him to maintain his early second-level strength.

After all, the Tiger Control Technique is not a magical skill, and being able to control it beyond a large realm is already the limit.

Whenever there is a breakthrough in Guihu's strength, the fragile contract between them will be broken.

And the little white tiger.

In order to control the ghost tiger, the Lei family and his son used secret methods to suppress its growth. As a result, it had been born for twenty years, but its body was still as weak as a newborn tiger cub.

It can almost be said that all potential is wasted and reduced to a waste material.

But after experiencing such torture, its wisdom seemed to have grown greatly.

But wisdom is just wisdom. If there are no opportunities in the future, it will be at the level of a pet.

"besides……"

Yu Xian's mind was replaying the battle on Ghost Tiger Peak that day.

The Blood Puppet is as powerful as expected, its frontal combat power is comparable to that of the later stage of foundation building, and it may even be better than it.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to crush the Ghost Tiger Sect's mountain-protecting formation head-on with just three punches.

But the shortcomings are also obvious, that is, the mobility is not enough. When faced with the Kuishui Divine Thunder falling from the mountain guard formation, it has almost no ability to dodge, and can only be used as a target.

Fortunately, the bones of the blood puppet have been tempered by lightning and are extremely resistant to lightning attacks.

If it were replaced by other attacks of the same level, it would never be as easy as shown before.

In addition, the control distance of the blood puppet can only be said to be unsatisfactory, which is consistent with the coverage of the divine consciousness, which is nearly six hundred meters.

If it goes any further, the blood puppet will lose control and turn into a human flesh pile.

But overall, he was still satisfied.

Because as his realm grows, his spiritual consciousness will also become stronger.

When he breaks through the golden elixir and his consciousness reaches more than ten miles, the blood puppet will be no different from his second clone.

The other is that he discovered how to upgrade blood puppets.

It can only be said that the magic power is indeed a magic power, and the refined blood puppet is also demonic. If the blood puppet wants to continue to grow in strength, it must absorb enough flesh and blood essence.

"Puppets eat flesh bodies, ghost tigers eat souls, they are perfect partners for destroying corpses and eradicating traces. But there seems to be something wrong with this style of painting?"

Yu Xian thought of that scene and felt that he was becoming more and more like a devil.

Ta-ta! !

The sound of footsteps came from outside, and the appearance of a third person broke the harmonious scene under the peach blossoms.

"Master, Sister Yulan."

The person coming was none other than Zhao Shiwen.

She was the only one in the Zhao family who could walk in without announcing anything.

Compared with her appearance two years ago, she looks more confident. She is bare-faced, just wearing a high ponytail, without too much makeup, and her baby face has become thinner and more refined.

Moreover, she seemed to have tied up her chest on purpose, making the arc of her chest flat, and at least two models were missing out of thin air.

It seems that in order to enhance her majesty, she also put on dark clothes, and her overall appearance became more neutral.

Of course, only Yu Xian can appreciate the heat and enthusiasm under this disguise.

"Sister Shiwen, why are you here?"

Yulan looked a little surprised when she saw Zhao Shiwen's outfit, but she didn't ask too much.

Zhao Shiwen smiled and said: "There is something over there in Fangshi that I want to ask the master."

"Is it about the beast tide?"

Yu Xian did not get up, but lay on the chair and said lazily.

Zhao Shiwen had long been accustomed to Yu Xian's straightforward way of speaking, so she nodded and said:

"Yes, sir, many strange monsters have appeared nearby recently and have injured many people. Everyone suspects that they came from the Ten Thousand Monsters Mountain Range."

"Nowadays, the beast tide is causing panic, but there is no news from our ancestors yet. Master, you are our backbone now.

My elders are a little afraid to see you, so they want me to ask your opinion. "

Yu Xian said casually: "My opinion?"

"If the sky falls, there will be tall people holding it up. There is no news from Shangyang City. Why are they so anxious?"

"Your ancestors care more about the life and death of the Zhao family than you do. If anything happens, they will definitely find a way to notify you.

There is no news from him now, which means that the situation has not reached a critical moment yet. "

“So my opinion is the rougher the waves, the more expensive the fish.”

"Why don't you get more spiritual stones while the news of the beast tide is causing panic.

If the Zhao family could have two more foundation-building monks, you wouldn't have to worry about the beast tide. They would all be running spirit stones. "

Zhao Shiwen was amused by these words and laughed and agreed:

"What the master said is true. I also feel that Fangshi still lacks some strength and is unable to do many things."

"Actually, there are quite a few monks in the Zhao family who have perfected their qi training, and there are four or five of them under the age of sixty. But they are all waiting for the foundation-building pill from their ancestors, and no one is willing to take the risk.

As far as I know, the Zhao family also has two foundation-building spiritual items in reserve.

If they are all willing to fight to the death, maybe one or two will succeed. "

Awakened by Yu Xian's words, Zhao Shiwen secretly made a decision and planned to use the foundation-building spiritual object in Fang City to sign a contract with a monk who had perfected his Qi training.

As long as the strength rises, the problem will not be a problem.

It's just a pity that the master's attitude means he plans to stay out of the matter.

Otherwise, this beast tide would be a great opportunity for them to develop their power in the Zhao family.

After being the chief of Zhaojiafang City for more than two years, and being delegated unlimited power by Yu Xian, Zhao Shiwen's appetite has long been developed.

Now she not only wants to be the master of Zhaojiafang City, but also wants to be the master of the Zhao family.