Gu Bai stopped writing, moved his wrist a bit, and performed a set of eye exercises in a hurry, then turned his head to look to the side.
At a distance from him, the mist from the hot spring was completely dissipated.
And in a thick sulphur gas, two terrifying huge figures were violently colliding—judging from the actions of opening their mouths and roaring from time to time, they were probably still yelling.
The fights between the divine beasts are not particular at all. Although they still have a lot of knowledge in their hearts, their movements are restrained and they have not damaged the terrain here, but Gu Bai, who has seen Mr. Si fighting with his old father, can probably guess these two. The divine beast was cursing something.
But in order not to disturb Gu Bai's painting, Si Yiming drew a barrier and blocked everything for him.
The white tiger who fought was still quite mighty. After all, the white tiger was also a mythical beast in charge of the army. Most of the cowards were because he was poor and owed other people's favor.
But the white tiger is also very strong in nature. In terms of his natural combat power, he is the strongest of the four mythical beasts.
Since ancient times, the power of the white tiger has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and even the military talismans cast by humans in the past are mostly in the shape of tiger seals.
As soon as the fight really broke out, the might of the white tiger, who was called the monarch of guards and soldiers in a famous sect today, was revealed.
Gu Bai slowly nibbled at the food that Mr. Si had stuffed him with before. Looking at the battle situation over there, he sighed that Mr. Bai Yunpiao's character was really good.
As far as what Gu Bai saw in front of him, he was still ignorant and didn't know how to control the spiritual energy.
Although the pure white tiger without lines usually looks really stupid and mourning, the beast is still a beast after all.
When he really showed his fangs and sharp teeth, his fierce appearance couldn't match his naive attitude of licking his tail fur.
I don't know what kind of mood Mr. Bai Yunpiao was in to praise him for his good painting.
Gu Bai finished nibbling on a cake, patted the residue that fell on his hands, and then picked up the pen again.
Mr. Xie is right, it's better for people of literature like them not to get involved in the torment of the gang of beasts who are fighting for their lives.
In Mr. Xie's words, if you can solve it with your tongue, you should never do it.
But for Mr. Si and the others, it's probably the truth if you roll up your sleeves and just do it.
Gu Bai, who didn't know much about fighting, hesitated for a moment between Mr. Xie and his Mr. Si, but chose to trust Mr. Xie, who had jumped under Mr. Si's eyes for so many years and had not been beaten.
—Although Mr. Xie was beaten by Zhu Niao after all.
But in terms of survival skills, among the monsters he knows, Gu Bai only obeys Mr. Xie.
If you don't believe me, look at Mr. Zhai, who is also under Mr. Si's eyelids. He is beaten every three days.
Gu Bai saw that there was still a small section left, but he was finally able to see the crack at the end, raised his hand and patted his face, and began to draw with energy and earnestness.
After painting it many times, he also has experience. After the restoration is completed, it will converge into a bright light like the previous few times, and the pattern will emerge. At that time, the white tiger will accept the pattern and redraw it. .
Gu Bai pondered that the only thing that could make those two stop was the array pattern.
After all, after the white tiger climbed up, he fought aggressively with Mr. Si until now.
Although the reason is that Mr. Si sinisterly expressed that he would increase the interest, which caused Mr. Bai Yunpiao from the slum to collapse and howl to decide whether to do it or not to beat the creditor to death.
Gu Bai sighed that the relationship between the divine beasts was really good, and after fighting so fiercely for two days, they could sit together to drink and eat meat.
But this time Mr. Si also looked a little angry.
Of course, the reason for his anger is not that Bai Hu obviously jokingly said he wanted to do him, but that Mr. Bai Yunpiao said that everyone was talking about Mr. Si being cuckolded.
Si Yiming had already heard this rumor.
The last time they met, Gu Bai was questioned by him.
At that time, Si Yiming seemed a little reserved and uncomfortable, but he was very straightforward when he asked Gu Bai.
He directly asked Gu Bai what was going on with that little human girl.
Si Yiming naturally knew that the little girl was the staff responsible for the contact on the human side, but he couldn't help but some monsters saw Gu Bai stuffing the little girl with dessert, and occasionally took her to dinner or something after work.
Lonely men and widows will naturally spread some strange rumors.
Gu Bai didn't expect so much at all. He was stunned for a while and replied that it didn't matter.
It's just an ordinary colleague relationship. The little girl has a good personality and a good temper. Apart from being relatively wary of strangers, she is simply a replica of him before, so Gu Bai couldn't help taking care of him as his sister.
Most men have a favorable impression of relatively weak women. This favorable impression may be the degree of encountering a clingy little milk cat, and it may be love at first sight or the like.
Gu Bai didn't have any other meaning in his eyes when he talked about others, obviously it was the attitude of a little milk cat who met him on the road.
Si Yiming himself was relieved, but he couldn't hold back the surging rumors.
In a blink of an eye, all the monsters in China said that the Pixiu was green.
Especially when he heard that Bai Hu was still running in front of Gu Bai to force him, he suddenly became angry.
No matter how big his heart was, Si Yiming would still be annoyed by such rumors that it affected his male dignity.
The white tiger skin reached his muzzle, and the fight was almost nothing to think about.
Gu Bai, who never took such matters to heart, had no idea about it at all. He focused on making up the battle, and in terms of attitude, he was much more proactive and correct than those divine beasts.
When Gu Bai was in charge of making up the formation, the divine beast in charge of that formation would be affected to some extent and become more serious.
But as soon as Gu Bai left, they were immediately beaten back to their original shape.
In terms of procrastination and not wanting to learn, even Xuan Gui can't resist the invasion of lazy cancer.
Although Gu Bai looked a little anxious, but considering that people have spent thousands of years and have not overcome this problem, it is also very good to be able to be influenced by him intermittently and smug.
Gu Bai's skills in self-comforting are superb. Every time he thinks about it in a way that is beneficial to his mood, or if he sleeps, basically there will be no troubles.
Since the last time Gu Bai came back from Mirage, he has been learning to keep track of time.
He has been staying in some strange special space for a long time recently, independent of the outside world, and he has developed the habit of relying on watches.
The watches that Mr. Si had piled up at home were finally useful.
After recording the fifth twelve o'clock in the morning when Mr. Si arrived, Gu Bai turned his head to look in the direction where he was still fighting fiercely.
Mr. Si seems to have plenty of time this time.
Gu Bai thought about it, yawned a little, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the last cracked tail that was one meter long and thirty centimeters wide.
He was a little sleepy, but victory was at hand.
Gu Bai hesitated for a full five seconds between taking a break and persevering. In the end, he insisted on the idea of quickly finishing the painting and then packing Mr. Si away quickly, and his hands moved quickly.
Si Yiming and Bai Yunpiao almost completely forgot the time when they fought.
It was normal for them to fight around the clock for dozens of days in the past—although they would fall asleep for dozens of days after the fight, but five days really meant nothing to them.
But the two fought for five days, and there was no winner.
They didn't even break each other's defenses.
Gu Bai made the last stroke, and looked at the light gradually spreading from his fingertips, slightly relieved.
The formation reluctantly resumed operation, and the orange-red formations floated on the ground, forming a harmonious and harmonious formation together with the scattered hot springs.
Gu Bai looked at several patterns, and felt that this painting method was the most pleasing to the eye.
Compared with other complex and complicated array patterns, this one combined with reality along the terrain, and the array patterns were relatively uncomplicated, and the array method was really suitable for his eyes.
Baihu pulled Si Yiming away with a tail, hurriedly took out a notebook, flew to the sky and recorded it.
Si Yiming dodged the White Tiger's tail whip, and appeared in front of Gu Bai in the next second. Seeing that Gu Bai was staring intently at the pattern, he asked him, "What's the problem?"
"No, it's just pleasing to the eye."
Gu Bai said in a low voice, thinking of his own nature, he felt that it should not be a murderous formation that would make him look good.
He asked casually, "Mr. Si, shouldn't this formation be a killing formation?"
Si Yiming thought about the common sense of the formation that he had recently made up for, and studied it for a while before nodding his head: "Strictly speaking, it is not a killing formation, that is, after someone accidentally enters here, they are trapped to death. it's here."
After he finished speaking, he paused, sniffed the sulfur gas that was overflowing in the air, and said, "The cause of death should be suffocation."
Gu Bai: "..."
Si Yiming turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"
"...No, it's a bit of an accident." Gu Bai said, and decided not to think about these things, turned his head and hugged Si Yiming, buried his head and rubbed his shoulders, whispering, "Mr. Si, I'm sleepy. already."
Gu Bai's sleep sound was dazed, and his voice was soft and soft, as if it had candy in his ears.
Si Yiming looked at Gu Bai, who was rarely coquettish, and was scratched by the humming sound in his ears.
He looked at the white tiger that quickly recorded the pattern, then looked at the hot spring that reappeared as the light gradually dissipated, and hugged Gu Bai.
Mr. Si always used to hold him up directly with one hand.
Gu Bai was accustomed to it, and raised his hand sleepily to wrap Si Yiming's neck.
"Have a hot spring and then take you back to sleep." Si Yiming said, holding Gu Bai and walking towards the white tiger.
Gu Bai replied in a daze, out of trust in Mr. Si, he didn't have the slightest opinion.
After Bai Hu painstakingly recorded the text, he was kicked by Si Yiming, neither light nor heavy.
He jumped up in a rage, turned his head and wanted to scold Pi Yao, but was directly stuffed with a chicken leg.
"Go out." Si Yiming said in a low voice.
Bai Hu, who was chewing on the chicken leg, glared at him, then glanced at Gu Bai, who was holding his head bit by bit by Si Yiming, and whispered super fierce: "What happened, I'm going to make up for it!"
Si Yiming tutted lightly, then pulled out another chicken leg and stuffed it into Baihu's mouth. He was super confident: "I want to take a hot spring with Gu Xiaobai."
Bai Hu took a bite of the chicken leg and wanted to spray him again.
The words stopped abruptly in his throat.
He glanced at Gu Bai, who was so sleepy, and then at Pi Yao, who was tilting his head, looking around the hot spring pools, looking for a suitable place to commit the crime.
Gu Xiaobai is so sleepy, are you a beast, Si Yiming
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