Chapter 292: lick the dog, meow
Chapter 292 Lick the dog, meow
Mo frivolously grabbed a few rejuvenation pills and a few healing pills and stuffed them into his mouth, and began to meditate to recover.
Being possessed by Mo Fan has almost reached the limit, and he was already exhausted. Just now he punched the white tiger with jade forehead and wings. It was the ancestor Mo Fan who was pretending to be aggressive, but Mo Fan's frivolous body suffered.
At this moment, the entire right arm has lost consciousness, and Mo Qingkuang can clearly see the cracks on the bones without looking inside.
Now if the injury is not healed as soon as possible, there may be some sequelae, and the loss outweighs the gain.
After adjusting the breath for most of the day, it was already late, and only a little afterglow of the sun was left to reflect on the earth, adding a bit of mysterious beauty to the demon country full of killings.
Mo Qingkuang opened his eyes and found that the little tiger was not running around, but was sleeping in his arms in a comfortable position.
It was like a small heater, warming my whole body.
Mo frivolously touched the little tiger's satin-like fur again, with a look of enjoyment.
Sure enough, petting cats is addictive, and petting tigers is even more addictive.
Woke up by Mo's frivolous and unscrupulous actions, the little tiger opened his cute eyes and carefully looked at the person in front of him.
When it was young, it also felt that it was also hugging its own body, but its breath and temperament were completely different.
However, it can still see its love for itself from the eyes of the other party.
Although he woke himself up, he feels so comfortable touching himself...
It is still very young and not sensible. It has no sadness of parting from its mother at all. Instead, it is quite curious about everything in this world.
Sticking out her pink tongue to lick Mo's frivolous palm, expressing her closeness.
"Meow—"
Mo frivolously laughed when he heard it, but suddenly his smile froze again.
I grabbed the little tiger and observed it carefully. There is a word on the forehead that is correct!
A jade dot is added in the middle of the word 王, it is a white tiger with jade forehead and wings, that's right!
But this cry!
Meow?
Are you sure it's not a genetic mutation?
"Little guy, do you know that you are a tiger, the king of beasts! Not a cat, hello!"
"You should woo—"
"Come learn from me, woo-"
The little tiger looked curiously, looking at the person who just turned himself over and over again in various shameful poses, and now is still making strange noises: "Meow—"
Don't be frivolous and a little crazy!
He began to automatically imagine in his mind that in the future when the little tiger grows up, he will ride it around the city, and the big girls and daughters-in-law on the side of the road will all look at him with admiration.
The young practitioners on the side of the road all cast jealous eyes.
Just when he was not frivolous and complacent, the little tiger opened his **** mouth majesticly, and let out a loud roar: "Meow?"
The picture is too beautiful to imagine—
Mo frivolously looked irritated, and slapped two little tigers fiercely: "Don't meow anymore! Be awow!"
"Meow—"
Mo is frivolous and helpless, it seems to be taught slowly, and I hope it will not be like this when I grow up.
Suddenly, Mo frivolously remembered that he still didn't know the name of the little tiger, so he couldn't call him like a little tiger in the future.
"Old ancestor, did the mother of the little tiger give it a name just now?" Mo asked frivolously.
Mo Fan was also taken aback when he heard the words. Yuji left in a hurry just now, as if she really didn’t tell herself what the little tiger’s name should be.
"No, what do you want to call it?"
Mo Qingkuang stretched out his hand and placed it in front of the little tiger, letting its soft, barbed tongue lick it to create a numb feeling.
"It has a jade character on its forehead, let's call him Xiaoyu."
"He's a man! He's a man!" Mo Fan sighed, Xiaoyu Xiaoyu, they all lost the majesty of the king of beasts.
Mo frivolously turned over the little tiger, looked at a shameful part, and shook his head.
"It's really a male, it's not called Xiaoyu."
"By the way, how about calling it Xiaobai? It's all white, and it's still the blood of a white tiger!" Mo Qingkuang said again with his eyes brightened suddenly.
Listening to Mo's frivolous words, Mo Fan couldn't help complaining in his heart. He wondered if it was destined in the dark. Back then, Lin Yang was also named Xiaobai, and he said so when he chose the name.
Didn't expect Mo frivolous to make this one.
In order not to let Mo Qingkuang become the second Lin Yang, Mo Fan vetoed: "No, I don't like it."
"What is it called? Anyway, I think Xiaobai is pretty good, why don't you get one for your ancestor?"
Mo Fan looked at the little tiger lying in Mo Qingkuang's arms, constantly licking Mo Qingkuang's palm, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
"It's better to bark, lick the dog!"
"What? Lick the dog?" Mo Qingkuang almost stuffed his palm into the little tiger's mouth.
Thanks to what the ancestors said, this is the tiger, the king of beasts! How can you take such a humble name?
Besides, tigers are cats, what do you mean by calling them dogs?
"Don't you think it's been licking your hand? What's wrong with calling it licking a dog? Could it be called licking a cat? Licking a tiger? That doesn't make sense." Mo Fan floated out, shaking his head.
"But…"
Mo frivolously wanted to defend the name of the little tiger again, but Mo Fan became more and more satisfied with the thought, and immediately said: "It's nothing, it's settled like this, it's called licking dog!"
Seeing that Mo Fan had made up his mind, Mo Qingkuang could only roll his eyes, and stroked the little tiger's hair helplessly: "Lick the dog, lick the dog, it's useless for my brother, I couldn't get you a good name, I hope you grow up Go blame the ancestors, don't blame me."
As he said that, he secretly rejoiced in his heart: Fortunately, he is not a direct descendant of his ancestor, otherwise he would be at the same level as his ancestor?
well…
Listening to Mo's frivolous words, Mo Fan snorted coldly: "What do you know? A cheap name is easy to support!"
With a sound of "click", Mo Fan threw out a black brocade bag inlaid with gold thread, and landed in front of Mo frivolously.
"What is this?" Mo frivolously picked it up and looked at it, and found that the energy fluctuations on it were a bit strange, and those inlaid gold threads seemed to be a magic circle that conformed to a certain rhythm.
"This is a veterinary bag. From now on, I will put the licking dog in it. If there is nothing to do, take it out to show off." Mo Fan said.
"Use true qi to draw your spirit to communicate with it, and you can gain control over it."
Mo frivolously did as he said, and he found that there is a lot of space in this zoo bag, not to mention the two licking dogs that are as big as palms.
Even if the licking dog grows to the size of its mother, it can be put down easily.
"Licking dog, come and see the new home we found for you." Mo frivolously picked up Licking dog with one hand and put it into the zoo bag.
Take it out again, and go back and forth several times before stopping.
Licking the dog stared at him with big watery eyes, showing what kind of anger do you want.
"Meow!"
Mo frivolously smiled: "Hahahahaha, help you identify the door, don't be angry."
"Meow—"
(end of this chapter)