When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish

"Host, run quickly..." The mechanical sound of the system stopped abruptly.

Jiang Mo fell hard, suddenly there were more people in front of him and he forgot to be prepared. With the only remaining spiritual fruit in her mouth, she subconsciously looked up, and then she was dumbfounded at a glance—this is a beauty, a beauty that is unforgettable at first glance, but she dare not get close to her. Her eyebrows and eyes are sparse, but she is beautiful and natural. Even if her desolate demeanor is daunting, it is undeniable that her beauty is more touching.

At this moment, the beauty just lowered her head, and her glazed eyes met Jiang Mo squarely. The expression in her eyes was cold, but she didn't see any joy or anger. She seemed indifferent to the fact that a small animal rolled in front of her suddenly while walking.

But it just seemed like, because at this moment, there was a sound of hawk chirping, but it was the hawk chasing after him.

The eagle in the cultivation world is naturally not comparable to ordinary eagles. The eagle is as tall as a person, and its wings are five or six meters long. It rushed over quickly, dexterously dodged the obstacles brought by the ancient trees and leaves along the way, and rushed to the little white tiger on the ground with a clear goal. Under the sunlight, the sharp beak and claws seemed to glow like metal, which made people have no doubt about their lethality.

Suffered!

Jiang Mo's face changed drastically, and he finally recovered from the surprise of meeting the beauty, but it was obviously too late to run again. Maybe because of her, the beauty in front of me will be hurt...

It's all the system's fault, why dare to provoke anything? !

At the moment when Jiang Mo's thoughts arose, the beauty in Tsing Yi made a movement in front of him. She didn't run away, and she didn't pull out the cold Qingshuang sword in her hand, she just raised her head and glanced at the eagle lightly.

The invisible aura spread out, and the eagle, who was guarding the spiritual fruit and had already given birth to spiritual wisdom, immediately sensed the danger. So the bitter master who was aggressively chasing the thief one moment, flapped his wings in a panic like a frightened little daughter-in-law the next moment. Finally, before rushing up, he turned a corner abruptly, and rushed to the sky without looking back.

A moment later, a black eagle feather slowly fell and landed in front of Jiang Mo.

"..." The little waste tiger was dumbfounded.

But the system has already reacted at this time, relying on the fact that no one can see it except the host, the light cluster stops at the tip of the little white tiger's nose and flashes: "Host host, master, hurry up and hug your thigh, hurry up and ask for support!"

"Putong" "Putong" system detected that the host's heartbeat increased, so it became more and more anxious.

Jiang Mo stared at the beauty in Tsing Yi in front of him, but habitually said to the system: "Aren't you the peak system of life? Aren't you going to help me reach the pinnacle of life? Your help is to remind me to hug my thighs? What use are you!"

The system didn't feel ashamed in the slightest, but said confidently: "But host, don't you want to leave here? Don't you want someone to feed you? Don't you want to find a satisfactory excrement officer? You clearly said before that you don't want to be a stray cat..." Halfway through the sentence The mechanical voice suddenly turned a corner and stammered: "Su, host, you have a nosebleed!"

Jiang Mo was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his eyes, as if he really caught a glimpse of blood on the tip of his nose under the system's light cluster. She immediately turned pale with fright, and raised her two paws to cover her nose—the system wanted the host to hug her thighs, but what it didn't know was that Jiang Mo had been a face controler since he could remember. Her heart beat faster not because she met a tall man, but because she met a beauty.

But if she likes beauties, she likes beauties. It's the first time she has experienced nosebleeds when looking at beauties. While deeply ashamed, the sense of shame was almost overwhelming, and the hair on the little white tiger's body exploded.

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Yun Qingyue has been wandering around for three days.

Three days ago, she led her juniors and younger sisters to this secret realm. To her, this was just a random sect task, and she just had to practice on the spirit boat for half a month and wait for everyone to come back. But for some reason that day, standing on the bow of the boat, she suddenly felt that she should get down and take a trip. And the intuition of a monk cannot be ignored, so she put away the spirit boat and came with a sword.

In three days, she flew with the sword flying thousands of miles around, until she came to this place and felt something in her heart again. But that's all there is to it. After all, such things as chance are always unclear.

Yun Qingyue then put away the spirit sword and walked steadily step by step, when a little beast rolled towards him unexpectedly.

The little beast was disheveled, covered in dirt and fallen leaves, and looked extremely embarrassed. I can only vaguely see that the fur should be white, and the figure looks like a civet...but is there such a weak civet?

Yun Qingyue didn't take this "little civet" to heart, and driving away the black eagle was just a matter of convenience. She always didn't want to see these little guys dying **** in front of her eyes. But after chasing the black eagle away, she was ready to leave. After all, they met by chance. If this weak "little civet" wants to survive here, she still has to rely on herself.

Thinking in this way, Yun Qingyue was about to take a step, but heard the "little civet" in front of him suddenly screaming "owoo" and "oooooo". The voice sounded milky, it was expected that she was born only a few days ago, and I don't know where her mother went?

Because the "little civet"'s milky cry was really cute, Yun Qingyue stayed for a while, and then saw the "little civet" screaming, and suddenly raised his paw to cover his nose. She is already at the peak of Jindan, her eyesight is naturally good, and she saw that the "little civet"'s nose was broken at a glance, probably from the previous fall.

These days, there are still spirit beasts that can break their noses with a single fall? !

Yun Qingyue found it unbelievable, and then looked at the spirit fruit that fell out of the mouth of the "little civet" when it called before, and suddenly felt a little more pity for this little thing—as far as she knew, civets eat meat. Yomo is crooked?

I thought about this a lot in my heart, and wanted to leave, but Yun Qingyue couldn't bear to look at the "little civet" with a broken nose. She hesitated again and again before taking out a box of wound medicine from the storage ring, then lifted her robe and leaned down, saying to the "little civet", "Don't move, I will apply the medicine for you, and you will be fine soon."

The person is cold, and the voice is also cold, like a cold pool and a cold spring, making people shiver. But it is undeniable that although the voice is cold, it matches her very well, and it is also very pleasant to hear.

The little white tiger's ears moved, and his attention fell on Yun Qingyue again, his paws covering his nose loosened.

Seeing this, Yun Qingyue only thought that although the "civet" in front of him was weak, he had opened his mind and understood human speech, so he reached out and took the "civet"'s little paw away with confidence. Then she opened the wound medicine in her hand, dipped a little on her fingertips, and wiped it on the broken nose of "Little Civet", and the small wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Jiang Mo couldn't see it, but the system told her that the injury was healed, and she felt joy in her heart—this little injury is naturally nothing, but the beauty in front of her is obviously cold and warm-hearted, and she will be a very suitable shit-shoveling officer.

Thinking of this, the little white tiger was ready to move, and took the first step of hooking up.

Before Yun Qingyue got up, Xiao Huohu took two steps forward, and his furry head was about to rub against her hand, intending to be coquettish first. As a result, just as she leaned her head over, the beauty who was gentle and gentle to apply the medicine to her before seemed to be frightened by something, and quickly got up and took a step back, as if she had encountered a plague.

The little waste tiger was stunned on the spot.