Mao Ling was startled, looked at the little guy in front of him, suddenly raised his paw, patted the little white tiger's head gently, and said in the tone of an adult lecturing a child, "You'd better ask Yun Mo for his opinion first.

, you are running around and Yun Mo can't see you, so he will definitely be worried about you."

"Little Master, she will definitely not let me go." Now that the overall situation has been decided, the three realms have resumed their old confrontation, and any incident can trigger the final battle, so Feng Yunmo naturally does not allow the little white tiger to mess around.

She will avenge Tong Yao, but not at this time. Fox Bing and Fox Fairy will fall into her hands one day, but the Demon City has just recovered a little strength, and she does not want to attack rashly, otherwise, the entire Demon City will be affected.

may be implicated.

The little white tiger raised his head, waved the cat's paw above his head, and said, "You don't agree with me going to Fox Ice either, so I can go see Tong Yao."

"Then let me go with you. I miss Tong Yao too." Mao Ling wanted to stand up, but as soon as she moved, the wound felt like tearing. From this, she snorted softly,

Screaming painfully.

"Don't move, I'll help you look at the injury." Seeing the pain on her face, the little white tiger lowered his head and took the potion he brought. The potion was his blood. As long as the person injured by him applied his blood

The blood will heal quickly.

However, there is one characteristic: people who are not injured by him cannot use his blood. To a certain extent, the blood of the little white tiger is also toxic.

As soon as his sharp fangs appear, his saliva will turn into poisonous liquid. At this time, his blood must be used to detoxify it.

Feng Yunmo only knew how to raise a little white tiger, but she didn't know that the little white tiger itself had other value.

He slowly walked towards Mao Ling, then lay down next to her, looking at the crack on his stomach, he poured out the blood in the bottle, and then licked it with the tip of his tongue.

Then she swept her bloody tongue over Mao Ling's wound. At first, Mao Ling's whole body trembled in pain, but the little white tiger kept repeating that action, and she gradually felt a warm current welling up in her wound, paralyzing her.

The pain of injury.

There is also a kind of power that makes her weak body full of energy.

The originally drowsy consciousness completely disappeared.

"Xiaobai, what potion did you bring me? I feel better." Mao Ling looked back at the little white tiger, his eyes narrowed into a line, and he asked with a smile.

The little white tiger turned around. At this time, its face was stained red with its own blood, which looked quite funny.

It lowered its head again, licked Mao Ling's belly, and said, "Look, okay, this is a potion made from my blood."

Of course, the blood alone was not enough. He also stole several bottles of healing water from Jiang Yaoshen's treasure bag. The blood was combined with the healing water. Unexpectedly, the injury in Mao Ling's stomach healed.

Mao Ling turned around and looked at her belly. Except for some moisture, there were no wounds visible.

"Hey, that's good."

"Then get up and walk around to see if it still hurts."

"Okay." Mao Ling stood up slowly, her body suddenly felt light and light, and her stomach did not hurt. Her mood instantly improved, and she smiled and said: "It's really good, Xiaobai, then you can take me to see it with you.

Tong Yao, I’m fine.”
Chapter completed!