Are you kidding me? My dear mother!
His little liver is still trembling, and his legs are weak. If he hadn't tried his best to hold on, he would have been kneeling in front of the white tiger!
Have you ever seen such a funny person? This will scare people to death!
Of course, these are Hong San's psychological activities. He didn't dare to say them out, especially after the white tiger smiled at him. He didn't dare to say that since the white tiger could laugh, it proved that it had certain Spiritual ones, maybe they can understand people’s words, or—speak people’s words
He shook his head quickly, how could this be possible? This kind of thing only exists in the mouths of storytellers, how could it be true
However, in the next second, he immediately knew whether such a thing could exist in the world!
"Who is this little guy?"
The white tiger looked at him, opening and closing its mouth. People in the distance would definitely think it was the white tiger eating something, but Hong San, who was standing in front of the white tiger, heard clearly that it was not Zhu Lin. The sound, this sound, comes from the white tiger in front of me.
Although Bai Hu looked at him and spoke, it was obviously not a question to him, so there was no need for him to answer. Of course, he was speechless now.
Zhu Lin still smiled lightly: "His name is Hong San, he is my friend!"
Yes, he is his friend, Zhu Lin's friend, his first friend in life.
The white tiger looked at Hong San, as if he was helping his little master to judge whether the person in front of him was qualified to be his friend. Then the white tiger came up to his nose again, sniffed him vigorously, and then said: "The smell - no It smells very good—" Bai Hu shook his head, glanced at Zhu Lin again, and sighed: "What a pity—"
It didn't say anything pity, and then left.
Watching the tall white shadow disappear before his eyes, he finally let out a long breath. It seemed that he had not breathed since the white tiger appeared. It turned out that he could hold his breath for so long. . .
Zhu Lin shrugged: "That's just the way it is, don't mind it, just dig up the herbs!"
Hong San has a lot of things he wants to ask, but he can't ask. Is it because he's afraid? Not really. Although the young man in front of him was mysterious, he looked very harmless. He had saved his life and accompanied him on so many walks. He really couldn't find any reason to be afraid of him.
It's not that he's afraid, it's that it's inconvenient to ask, because they are not familiar with each other. He doesn't know if the other party will answer if he asks. If he doesn't answer, wouldn't it be embarrassing? Forget it, it’s better not to ask.
In fact, he was timid! He didn't dare to ask, didn't dare to understand deeply!
Hong San hurriedly shouted, leaned over and took the shovel to shovel the roots of the herb.
When Zhu Lin saw this, he quickly stopped him: "This is wrong."
Hong San looked up in confusion: "What?"
"The way you shovel the herbs is wrong. This will destroy the roots of the herb, and the medicinal properties will be greatly reduced. It will wither in less than half an hour. It will be worthless to take it back and you won't be able to exchange it for money."
Hong San said blankly: "Then, what should we do?"
Zhu Lin knelt down and guided him to use a small shovel to gently shovel the soil covering the roots of the medicinal herbs, and then use his hands to dig away the soil bit by bit, and carefully took out a medicinal herb with intact roots from the ground. There was still some soil attached to the roots. Just as Hong San was about to shake off the soil, Zhu Lin said again: "You can keep the soil first, and the herbs can live longer."