Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Just when an accident was about to kill her, Yun Si turned sideways and nimbly avoided it.

Watching the little white tiger jump down from the tree and land on the ground.

Suddenly, a large net came overwhelmingly and enveloped it in an instant.

Yun Si:! ?

She was thrown to the grass and rolled.

Her good balance allows her to remain unharmed even if she is restrained by a net.

Except for some scraps of grass on her round ears, her figure is still extremely beautiful.

"...Ouch!" The little white tiger's eyes were fierce, and he revealed his small, pointed fangs.

His claws pulled at the big net on his body, trying to break free.

At this time, the sound of horse hooves was gradually approaching, and Yun Si could feel eyes falling on her.

She cursed lowly, and her furry little head finally broke free from the net mouth.

The hind legs kept kicking and pulling the net apart.

The beautiful snow-white hair also became messy under this struggle, and the hair stood on end.

The sound of horse hooves approached slowly and unhurriedly. The horse seemed to feel the aura of the goblin, so it seemed a little uneasy.

But driven by its owner, it still walked towards the lively little white tiger and stopped in front of it.

"..." Bai Hu, who was about to break free from the net, froze and stopped.

On the round head, the nose moved.

Wang Wangran's pure blue tiger eyes suddenly lifted up.

A black figure came into view.

The man is high up, riding on a strong horse. His long black coat is covered with an azure forged surface, and dark gold threads are embroidered on the corners of the garment.

He held the reins with one hand, and a pair of slender, cold black eyes swept over, scanning around the little white tiger's body.

Thin lips, sharp outlines, tall but not rugged figure, and a faint hint of fierceness between the brows.

The heavy oppression came invisibly, a momentum unique to the superior.

Seeing that the little white tiger stopped struggling and looked up at him with its round and white head, the man held the sword in one hand and lifted the big net with the hilt.

The soft black and white dumpling inside was instantly brought into the air. Its tail was hanging down through the grid, and the tip of the tail was still slightly upward.

Its round blue tiger eyes stared at him unblinkingly, and its fangs were retracted.

He doesn't make any noise or scream, and is unusually calm.

The man raised his brows, his slender white hand loosened the reins, and then hooked a single finger on the net.

Looking through the grid at the beautiful little white tiger inside, a trace of interest flashed across his handsome face.

Of course he didn't think it would be peaceful, but he just wanted to pretend to be well-behaved and then take the opportunity to attack and escape.

However, what interested him was that it was somewhat clever.

The man's gaze rested on its thick fleshy cushions.

The top is also white, clean without a trace of impurities.

When he was hung up, his limbs were curled up and bunched together.

With its furry body and round white ears, it looks really beautiful.

The man's deep, emotionless eyes narrowed slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this time, another burst of rapid sound of horse hooves came, stepping on the grass, which seemed a bit heavy, "Your Majesty——"

Men dressed as guards came to this place on horseback.

He dismounted and knelt down, not daring to raise his head, "Your Majesty, the generals have arrived at Daxiangguo Temple and have begun to rest."