I touched its head and found that although it had no vitality, this little white tiger was exactly the same as Feng Yunmo's one.

He smiled with satisfaction. As for Beiming Yexuan's hedgehog rat beast, it only needed one of Feng Yunmo's hair to be refined.

Because the war beast that has contracted with the contractor will also be contaminated by the owner's aura.

The aura of that hedgehog rat beast was similar to that of Feng Yunmo.

On the other hand, Wu Feihuan was a troublesome figure, and Long Chushang was also thinking about how to get rid of him.

Long Chushang didn't even pay attention to the monster that killed Qianchen.

To put it bluntly, he is an idiot.

This is also Long Chushang’s view on Sha Qianchen.

That year, the Fox clan went out and suffered heavy casualties and serious injuries. Sha Qianchen's father was defeated, and Sha Qianchen's biological brother also died because of this battle. Two demons, who were called gods of war in the demon world, were killed and one was injured.

He believed that Sha Qianchen would not be any stronger than his father.

Turning around, he returned to Feng Yunmo again, pulled a piece of her hair, and violently broke her hair.

The magic of illusion using hair can only last for one day, so Lan Tian has to come back and ask for a little one when needed.

The hair placed in his palm instantly turned into a tiny dot.

It rolled in his palm a few times, then stretched his arm and crawled toward his shoulder.

"Can you talk?" Zhuge Mou asked.

The little one sat on his shoulder, breathed out lightly, and said, "Of course I will."

Because of long-term play with Feng Yunmo, Feng Yunmo's hair also has the aura of the little one, and every word the little one said was once said by the real little one.

The incorporeal little one can only speak the words that the little one has spoken before. If it exceeds this range, it will repeat the same sentence over and over again.

However, this beast was acting crazy all day long, so he wasn't afraid that anyone would notice anything unusual about it.

Lowering his eyes, his gaze moved back to the little white tiger.

It was lifeless, just like the man tied up in the sky prison, without any vitality at all.

He frowned secretly, waved his sleeves, glanced at Feng Yunmo, and left the basement.

Returning to Zhuge Mansion, he entered his room, took out the summons, and said: "Go and ask me for a white dog. I want it to be two months old. It's better to be more lively."

"Yes." The hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

He placed the incorporeal little thing on the table, and he sat in the rocking chair, quietly waiting for Mo Wuhen's arrival.

Half an hour later, Zhuge Mou woke up.

Opening his eyes, he saw a figure printed on the door and window. He said softly: "Come in."

Mo Wuhen opened the door and entered, holding a very lively and adorable little white dog in his arms.

The furry hair was soft and slippery. When it saw Zhuge Mou, it made "thirst" sounds several times.

Mo Wuhen felt strange, when did Long Chushang fall in love with dogs.

However, Mo Wuhen never dared to interfere with his affairs, so he handed him the little white dog Shuang: "I found it for you. Do you like this dog?"

"I like it, very good." Zhuge Mou stretched out his hand and held the little white dog in his arms.

He lowered his eyes and stroked the little white dog, but there was a strange cruelty in his eyes.
Chapter completed!