The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post

Chapter 97: subordinate

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Fang Caiqingtong suddenly rushed over, and Mo Tianliao was so frightened that he threw Taishi up there in a hurry, regardless of whether it was useful or not. Unexpectedly, this guy actually held the thunder tribulation!

In this world, there has not yet been a magic weapon that can help cultivators avoid thunder calamity. If Mo Tianliao was asked to prepare in advance, he would only refine something similar to the Lightning Induction Formation, and he would only be able to resist it a little.

After the catastrophe, Mo Tianliao suddenly burst out laughing when he looked at Taishi who was screaming and screaming above his head. Divine Artifact, Divine Artifact, in the past, he only felt that this guy was not as deadly as a fairy artifact in addition to knowing a lot, but now he suddenly understands that the real reason why artifact has been fascinated by cultivators since ancient times is that it Can resist thunder robbery!

Ninety-nine Heavenly Tribulations, when Tianlei is poured into the body and reborn, it is also accompanied by great danger. It can be said that it is a lifetime of nine deaths, and with the divine weapon, when the last thunderstorm falls, it is only necessary to throw the divine weapon out, and ascension will not be possible at all. question!

Mo Tianliao blinked and looked down at Qingtong in his arms. Because the hug was too tight, Qingtong's feet didn't touch the ground at all. At this moment, he was hanging on him, with his head buried in his chest, without making a sound.

"Baby, it's alright." Mo Tianliao patted the body in his arms.

Qingtong slowly raised his head, looked around, and then looked at Mo Tianliao, he suddenly wrapped his arms around his neck, buried his face between his neck, and rubbed hard.

His heart seemed to be suddenly grabbed by someone, with some bitter pain, but also full of happiness, Qingtong, and never thought of living alone from beginning to end. It used to be in the Valley of Ten Kills, and now it is still in the face of death.

"Silly cat..." Mo Tianliao felt that something was choked in his throat, and he uttered these two words in a hoarse voice, but couldn't say anything else.

The two of them were speechless for a moment, and they stayed silent for a while, then Qingtong pushed Mo Tianliao away: "I'm so stupid, I could almost be hacked to death by transforming a spirit." After speaking, he turned and flew away. , leaving Mo Tianliao alone on the slender stone pillar.

"Hey, Qingtong..." Mo Tianliao stretched out his hand, but he was slipped away before he could hold it. He stared blankly at the snow-colored figure disappearing into the night, and retracted his hand embarrassedly, smack his lips with a bitter face. He had just exhausted his spiritual power against the thunder calamity and was injured. At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to fly back to the palace.

Silently crouching on the top of the pillar, Mo Tianliao silently wiped away the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, staring at Taishi who was chattering in front of him.

"Master, you still have to carry things like thunder tribulation yourself. You will rise through calamity and be reborn. How can you become an immortal if you don't suffer this hardship..." Tai Shi's big mouth flew around Mo Tianliao a few times, and he said bitterly.

"You were made by me using my divine soul. If I die, you will also dissipate between heaven and earth." Mo Tianliao said coolly.

Tai Shi was instantly stuck, and his big mouth opened for a long time: "When you tricked me, you didn't say that!"

Mo Tianliao took out a piece of spirit stone and slowly absorbed it: "You know it's a scam."

The big mouth closed with a bang, turning into a tortoiseshell chrysanthemum, dropping its petals one by one.

Mo Tianliao twitched the corners of his mouth: "What is this for?"

"Go to my own grave ahead of time," Taishi lamented, while scattering petals, he sang a little song in Mo Tianliao's sea of knowledge, "I was originally from a good family, but bad luck and misfortune, I hope you don't think your concubine is miserable. , and listen to a song of the east wind, Yier, Yier..."

Qingtong returned to the inner palace, buried his face in the pillow, and covered his slightly red eyes. Such a shameful appearance must not be seen by anyone, especially Mo Tianliao.

After waiting for a long time, Mo Tianliao didn't come back, Qingtong slowly sat up and glanced at the tiger blanket on his feet: "Where's Mo Tianliao?"

The big tiger heard the master call him, and immediately got up and put his head on the bedside: "I just went to see, he is still in the previous place, maybe he is exhausted and can't come back." Just got slapped.

"You see if he can't come back, don't you know how to bring him back?"

So, after a while, Mo Tianliao was carried back to Master's bed by the colorful tiger.

The next day, the news that the calcined demon respected the life and was struck to death by lightning quickly spread.

Hearing this news, the Earth Slaughter Demon Venerable who was fighting with the big lion stumbled to the ground, and the big lion sat on his head. He slapped the magic pet away with a slap, and spit out a mouthful of hair: "Go and find out what's going on."

The other Demon Venerables were not much better, and they were shocked and sent people to inquire about the news, and the outside of the Forge Heaven Demon Palace was even more lively.

Mo Tianliao opened his eyes groggyly, his body still hurts everywhere, but his strength has recovered. Circulating the energy of endless wood in the tendons for a week, the damage on the inside was repaired a lot, and the body became lighter. The eyes were white, and the tip of the nose was filled with the smell of sunlight and the faint fragrance of grass and wood. He couldn't help but slightly curled his lips, moved closer to the sweet place, and rubbed against the warm body.

Qingtong, who was lying on his side, was awakened, and saw a big head trying to arch into his arms, and immediately gave him a slap.

The big head didn't move for a while, maintaining the posture of burying his face, and slowly blowing hot air. The spring shirt was already thin, and with this breath, it was sprayed directly on his skin, itching.

Feeling a finger poke on his forehead and slowly pushing back, Mo Tianliao simply stopped pretending to be asleep and put his arms around the flexible waist: "Baby, you are awake."

"There are no less than a hundred people gathered outside the door, why don't you go take a look?" Qingtong said coolly.

"Huh?" Mo Tianliao was stunned for a moment, and immediately released his divine sense to sense it. Sure enough, many monks had gathered outside the magic palace, and some people were even knocking on the door.

Suddenly, a sound transmission symbol flew over from the air.

Mo Tianliao raised his hand to catch it. The sound transmission symbol was made of jade. Standing in front of the door, he could pass through the mountain protection formation to reach him. As long as it was a subordinate of Jiaotian, there was usually such a jade slip.

"My subordinate Hou Jing, please see Your Honor." He swept over with spiritual power, and a neutral and peaceful voice came from the jade slip.

Mo Tianliao raised his eyebrows, sat up and half leaned on the head of the bed, and turned the jade slip in his hand: "Do you remember this person?"

Qingtong yawned and stretched out on Mo Tianliao's chest: "The one who sells things?"

"Well," Mo Tianliao snapped his fingers and hit the sound transmission symbol back. The jade slip was stained with a temporary mark of divine consciousness, which could allow the person holding the jade slip to pass through the gate, and then calmly obeyed Shunhuai. The long snow-colored hair in the middle, "Do you want to see him?"

"What do I see him doing?" Qingtong slid off Mo Tianliao, turned into a snow-colored kitten, stretched out his paws, flicked his tail, turned over and went to sleep.

Mo Tianliao smiled, leaned over to kiss Mao Mao's mouth, and got up quickly before his cat opened its mouth to bite back.

After bathing and changing into a gorgeous black robe, Mo Tianliao thought about it, then turned around and picked up the cat on the bed and put it in his arms.

Hou Jing, who was standing outside the gate of the Devil's Palace, was very nervous. He heard the news of the resurrection of the Heavenly Demon Lord a few days ago. Whether it was true or not, he rushed over without stopping. As soon as I got here, I heard people outside the magic palace say that the devil was killed by thunder robbery last night. After cheating on happiness and grief, he decided to give it a try, touching the gate of the magic palace with one hand and punching a sound transmission talisman in it.

"You're loyal," someone who knew Hou Jing in Momen couldn't help laughing at him standing in front of the door, "I didn't expect that the ancestor of Hou Jing was also a nostalgic person."

Hou Jing had been Mo Tianliao's subordinate for hundreds of years, in charge of the entire Magic Treasure Pavilion, and was responsible for selling the treasures refined by the Forged Heaven Demon Venerable to the outside world. This man came from a mortal family of merchants, and was the best at doing business. He was given the nickname "Monkey Spirit" by the Daoists. He was very proud of himself, so he simply took it as his name. Infant is called "the ancestor of the monkey spirit".

Hou Jing has Zhou Zheng's facial features and looks very decent. He doesn't look like a shrewd businessman at all. Hearing this, he glanced back at the man. Seeing that it was the Demon Sect Elder, he smiled kindly and didn't say much.

"Zhentian Venerable came back from the dead, but he didn't expect his life to be shorter than his previous life." The people who came to join in the fun talked a lot.

"I thought it was the darling of the Heavenly Dao, and it would take seven or seven small calamities. Who would have thought that it would turn out to be a death calamity.

"Monkey Jing, this bereaved dog, is also pitiful." Someone clicked his tongue.

Hou Jing turned a deaf ear and stared at the door for a moment. Suddenly, a red jade slip shot out from the door, and he immediately raised his hand to catch it. On the white jade slip, there is a clear red flame mark.

"Venerable!" Hou Jing was very excited, and without waiting for everyone to react, he squeezed the jade slip and quickly ducked in.

The spar stairs inside the door move up spontaneously. The grooves in the wall are precisely embedded with spiritual stones with abundant spiritual power. They pass through the stairs and enter the outer palace. The flowers are red and willows green along the way, and the houses are neat and tidy. Even the ruins left by the fighting in the past have been completely repaired.

With flying eaves and beasts, carved beams and painted buildings, the entire magic palace has regained its vitality. The Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda on the cliff was shining brightly, showing that there were endless profitable businesses beckoning to him.

Hou Jing couldn't help speeding up his pace. When he saw the person in the hall, who was wearing a black brocade robe and stood with his hands behind his back, he couldn't help tears welling up in his eyes. One flew over and hugged Mo Tian. Liao's robe: "Your Highness, you are finally back!"

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