Chapter 48: Who is not a 200-pound cutie anymore?

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While he was speaking, he began to swallow spiritual power in his hand, and the dark lines on the blue talisman paper began to surge crazily.

"Roar!!!" A roar of a tiger sounded that shocked the depths of people's souls.

The mermaids in the lake couldn't bear the terrible sound and hid in the depths of the lake one after another.

The calm lake surface was rippled by layers of waves under the invisible roar.

Everyone had already held their breath, including the two disciples of Tianxi Sword Sect.

Even though he knew that the heroic spirit ghost tiger was not coming towards him, layers of cold sweat still appeared on his back at this moment.

Bailian's eyes were alert and dangerous, and a huge white tiger with a length of five meters emerged from the black line.

There are colorful black lines on the white tiger's body, as black as ink like the color of a curse, outlining this huge body of Yinjue ghost energy.

Its pupils are also pitch black, with no pupils, so it looks ruthless.

Full of evil spirit, under the order of Mr. Meng, he was approaching Bai Lian alone!

The cold corpse demon's body looked even colder under the evil aura!

If he were an ordinary person, under the power of this terrifying evil spirit, his liver and gallbladder would be broken and he would die!

Balian squeezed the palms of his hands that were free from cold sweat.

Although the corpse demon has no body temperature and cannot sweat, there is naturally no sweat on his hands to show that he should be nervous and frightened at the moment.

But Balian found strangely that when his eyes met the dark eyes of the heroic ghost tiger, they were extremely calm, and he even felt a little strangely kind.

The heroic spirit ghost tiger did not notice Balian's gradually relaxing and gentle gaze.

There was a ruthless look in his tiger eyes, as if he had lost his mind.

The air machine exploded under the four tiger claws, setting off streams of bloody air and rushing in the direction of Bai Lian.

The little deer shivered and huddled at Bailian's feet, but refused to leave.

Yang Zhao and Wen Kang had a knowing smile on their faces, and their eyes were scanning the surrounding space, as if they were looking for something.

So they didn't notice that at this moment, Bai Lian raised his palm very naturally and formed seals with his fingers quickly.

The sealing technique was complex but quickly condensed into shape, and even Bailian himself had a look of astonishment on his face.

He didn't know what the seals under his fingers were, but they were as natural and smooth as the seals he made when he entered the cultivation state.

After outlining the last stroke with his fingers, he held the seal with his palm and gently pressed it down on the forehead of the heroic spirit Guihu.

The roar of the tiger stopped suddenly.

A pair of scarlet beast pupils soon appeared in the dark eyes. Those huge pupils turned from confusion to clarity, and then from clarity to kindness.

The thick tiger claws made two muffled sounds before stopping in front of Balian.

Just as a shocked thunder exploded above everyone's heads, the heroic ghost tiger once again grew its mouth wide.

Yang Zhao and Wen Kang's held breaths were about to be relieved, and the corners of their mouths under the masks were gradually turning into a sarcastic arc.

At this moment, the majestic and legendary heroic spirit ghost tiger that shocked the entire audience erupted from its mouth with a roar that could break the heart.

"Meow~~~"

The raised corners of the mouth under the mask suddenly became stiff and cramped!

Mr. Meng's little hand shook and he almost shook the blue talisman from his hand.

Everyone is stunned!

Meow?

Did they hear it wrong? ! ! !

The heroic ghost tiger of the Nether Dynasty, Lord Yin Hu, who swallowed thousands of ghosts alive without blinking an eye, what did you just say?

Meow? ! !

Who are you acting coquettishly with? ! !

What blinded your majestic eyes and heart, causing you to have the illusion that you are a cute cat! !

The admiration in Lin Guiyuan's eyes grew stronger. The spear in his hand returned to the shape of a golden vine, and he silently pulled up his messy hair.

Someone among them suddenly stretched out his hand weakly and asked: "Meng...Mr. Meng, are you sure that this is just a ghost tiger from the Netherworld Prison?"

A sparkling teardrop oozed from the corner of Mr. Meng's eyes, and he uttered a curse word in a rare and graceless manner: "I was absolutely sure when I accepted it, but now... I'm not even sure about it!"

It's so embarrassing, Lord Yinhu, please come back quickly.

I beg you.

He silently recited the summoning formula in his heart.

The result is useless.

The tall and powerful Ghost Prison Tiger crossed its legs like a delicate little girl.

He walked up to Balian in three steps and then rubbed Balian's belly with his big, round head.

He looked like he was trying to please a licking dog.

After the cat finished pretending to be a dog, it began to pretend to be a dog, wagging its tail and begging for kisses and hugs.

Mr. Meng felt a mouthful of blood welling up in his throat, and a fishy smell surged in his mouth. He was unsteady and his eyesight turned black.

There must be something wrong with the way he opened the ghost charm...

Balian touched the cold tiger's head, lowered his eyes and looked at his right hand that had just formed the seal, and felt emotional for a moment.

Mr. Meng was about to burst into tears. He had raised this heroic ghost tiger for a full hundred and fifty years, feeding it delicious food every day, and even fed it with his own essence and blood.

Now after feeding and feeding, I fed a meat bun that beat the dog and never came back!

Grind your teeth hard and forcefully swallow the mouthful of blood in your mouth!

He increased the intensity of his summoning technique, and spiritual power was flowing out of his palms crazily.

The pleasant spring breeze smile on his face has long been thrown away. He gritted his teeth and said: "The Yin Spirit Return Talisman!"

"puff……"

What he responded to was a thick and muffled fart sound. A large string of yin fire spewed out from the extremely smelly fart, which landed in Mr. Meng's hand and directly burned the rare blue talisman in his hand to ashes. .

However, it is not completely heartless. It seems to remember that this person is the shit shoveler who has fed it for 150 years.

Yin fire spurted out from its indescribably graceful part, only burning the blue talisman paper and not injuring him at all.

But it didn't know that this move had deeply hurt Mr. Meng's heart.

The calm and calm Mr. Meng, who had always been unfazed by the sky's collapse, swayed violently, stretched out his arms towards the nearest person as if asking for help, and said with blank eyes, "Someone help me."

Soon someone supported him and asked with deep concern on his face: "Mr. Meng, are you okay?"

Of course, this person very sharply avoided his fart-smelling hand and held his arm.

Mr. Meng looked ahead and waggled his tail, with a flattering grin on his face and a squinting smile that looked like a two-hundred-pound heroic ghost tiger, which made his heart ache.

Bailian didn't expect that things would develop to this point.

He found that he seemed to have a special physique and was naturally attracted to these animal creatures.

The little deer is like this.

Linyuan Mermaid is like this.

Now even this Lord Yinhu... is like this.

But for some reason, this scene feels a little familiar.

Could it be possible that he also had imps as pets before his death?