Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 770 The Tyrant’s Little Princess (22)

However, seeing the indifferent bright yellow figure, the black cat that had been suppressed all this time suddenly writhed non-stop as if stimulated.

The originally soft meow gradually became sharp and piercing, like a ghost.

"Aw!" Don't move!

The tiger's paw held it down effortlessly, but it couldn't get rid of it.

The white tiger noticed its abnormality, and the cat's pupils were erected, glowing with a faint cold light, which was obviously a signal that it was about to launch an attack.

It bared its fangs and growled, trying to warn it to be quiet.

The black cat was startled by its roar, and then stopped moving again.

After a while, seeing that figure passed the rockery and was about to leave along the path, the black cat suddenly let out a shrill cry and swung its paw over.

Viciously, with the greatest strength.

The bright yellow figure paused.

"..." Baihu glanced at his front paw, there was a little blood oozing, a small injury.

Looking at the black cat in front of it that seemed to have lost its mind, it suddenly opened its jaws wide and bit it fiercely with its fangs.

A cat and a tiger immediately started fighting.

Cats can't beat it, so they don't like fighting at all.

Its purpose is obviously that person, and it seems that it has received some mission.

Originally, everything went smoothly according to the plan, but there was a roadblock.

Tiger to cat is simply a dimensionality reduction blow.

In less than ten seconds, the black cat was on the verge of death with sharp wounds all over its body.

Its nails were all protruding, and the top was completely black, as if it had been soaked in some kind of poison.

Seeing that it was still struggling, unwilling to give up, the little white tiger waved its claws, and before it could slap it to death, it felt a gaze.

Faint, can't tell what emotion it is.

"Old tiger tiger?!" Eunuch Wang trembled, and the whisk he was holding trembled following him.

Although the appearance looks small, the king on the forehead is very clear.

"..." The white tiger silently put away its fangs.

The black cat next to him still wanted to move, so it stepped on it with its hind legs.

The black cat died.

That beautiful black and white fur is shining in the sun, and the tiger pupils are jewel-like azure blue.

If one ignores the scarred black cat next to it, it is easy to make people think that it is obedient and harmless.

The prince wanted to shout for escort, but the emperor in bright yellow raised his hand to stop him.

He looked at the white tiger lightly, with deep black eyes.

The white tiger looked up at him for a while, then turned around and picked up the black cat.

Dragging all the way, like dragging garbage, dragged to his feet.

Bending his hind legs, he sat down obediently, looking at him with bright blue tiger eyes without blinking, as if asking for credit.

The Son of Heaven looked down at it, his eyebrows were cold, like a god-killer descending from the sky, and his lips were bright red.

"For me?" He asked lightly.

The white tiger blinked its eyes and groaned: It wants to hurt you, it has poison on its nails.

It wanted to express this meaning, and kicked the cat's corpse.

Wang Gonggong, who was watching from the side, was about to pop out of his eyes. It seemed that he had never seen such a human tiger.

The Son of Heaven bent down slowly, and glanced at the corpse.

The cat's nails were already black, and there were signs of decay and festering on them.

And the white tiger's body was still clean, except for the white hair on its front paws.

The white hair was stained with blood, and it was a little dry.

Glue the hairs together for an extra-obtrusive look.

(End of this chapter)