Xianzun, your sweet wife is fierce and sweet

Chapter 113 Poor people must have something to hate

"What did you say?" The duck-sounding man became unhappy when he heard what Qian Gungun said, and he was courting death for daring to say that about him.

"I said: Do you know that your voice is ugly? It's okay to let your own voice be ugly, but you still have to show it. How shameless are you?" Qian Gungun thought that the man with the duck voice hadn't heard clearly, and repeated the words again. Say it again.

In fact, it was Qian Gungun who couldn't get used to being ugly, but this man's behavior really made Qian Gungun disdainful, saying that ugly people do more mischief, that's all.

"Looking for death." The man with the duck voice stared at Qian Gungun viciously. If he dared to stand in the way, he had the ability to catch these people.

"No, I never want to die, and I don't want to die." Qian Gungun stretched out his index finger, waved it, and then said arrogantly.

"Give it to me." The duck-sounding man dared to commit such crimes because of the tiger beside him that was almost as tall as him.

After hearing the man's order from the duck voice, the tiger rushed towards Gun Gun Gun without hesitation.

Of course, in this situation, Qian Gungun didn't need to do it himself, and Ermao rushed ahead of Qian Gungun.

Ermao said that it wants to protect the money. In the current situation, if it doesn't make a move now, when will it stay.

The tiger also rushed towards Er Mao very heroically. Although Er Mao released the blood pressure suppression, to the tiger, the effect was only a little bit.

That little effect slowed down the tiger's speed, and at the same time, in his subconscious mind, he didn't want to be an enemy of the snow leopard in front of him.

But this little bit of slowness allowed the snow leopard to find the right opportunity and bite the tiger's neck with one bite. The tiger felt the pain and immediately discarded the subconscious mind in its mind.

The two beasts fought in the most primitive way, fighting over who had the sharpest teeth. However, Er Mao was still young and had never experienced such a brutal bite.

So, they were defeated very quickly, but even so, the two animals were not seriously injured.

"Ermao, come back." Qian Gungun couldn't bear to see Ermao's bitten body dripping with blood and flesh, one here and another there.

But Qian Gungun told Ermao to come back, but Ermao didn't listen to Qian Gungun's order, and continued to bite the tiger there.

Qian Gungun felt a little strange, Er Mao was not the kind of disobedient child, and after observing Er Mao carefully, he found that Er Mao bit the tiger fiercely as if obsessed with this matter.

And the tiger threw itself on Er Mao's back without any hesitation, and grabbed Er Mao's back with its claws.

Ermao's back immediately protruded with blood, it screamed in pain, Qian Gungun immediately shot, and a spirit force hit the tiger.

"Ermao, Ermao, how are you?" The tiger was knocked down by Qian Gungun's spell, and Qian Gungun hurried over to check on Ermao's injuries.

Ermao ignored Qian Gungun's question, and just kept screaming in pain. At this time, Qian Gungun didn't know what to do, so she looked anxiously at Di Yishu.

"Let me do it." Di Yishu asked Qian Gungun to go aside, and he could just leave the treatment to him.

Di Yishu squatted in front of where Er Mao was lying down, opened his hands, and rested his palms with spiritual power on Er Mao's wound, and the spiritual power poured continuously to Er Mao's wound.

And the tiger on this side, after being injured by Qian Gungun's spell, plus the injury from being bitten by Er Mao before, was also lying there, breathing in and out, as if it was about to die.

When the duck-sounding man ran in front of the tiger, he was not worried about the tiger's injuries at the first moment, but pointed at the tiger and yelled at him.

Why is that tiger so useless? It can't even handle a leopard that has not yet grown up. What's the use of it? Not only that, but also kicked the tiger a few times.

The tiger didn't move, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes and sadness, looking at his master, and then at Qian Gungun's side.

For the first time, the tiger felt how envious he was of that snow leopard, of those animal pets that had a good master, and didn't have to be beaten or scolded by the master.

Injured, the owner will still care about it and take care of it, worrying whether it will die like this.

But it also knows that this will never be possible on it. It was given to the man by the family, and to be precise, it was given to the man's family.

Like many other beast clans, those ordinary disciples are like tributes, and there are many beast pets like it in that man's family.

Therefore, one more is not much, and one less is not less. Useless things like it are destined to be discarded.

"What are you looking at, you still dare to show that expression and eyes, are you looking for death?" The man with the duck voice said in his heart that he would clean up Qian Gungun and Di Yishu because of his boast, but now he is on his side Lost.

Turning from shame to anger, he turned his anger on the tiger, with a vicious tone, as if he wanted to eat the tiger, and he didn't seem to be so cruel to kill his father and enemies.

Qian Gungun's attention was drawn to that side because of the noisy voice of the duck-sounding man, and the wound on Er Mao's body was gradually healing.

The man who saw the sound of the duck treated the tiger like his own enemy, beating and cursing, not to mention, the tiger looked like it was going to die now.

Qian Gungun found that the tiger looked at him with envious eyes. Qian Gungun didn't understand why he looked at him with envious eyes.

The man who saw the duck sound treated the tiger in this way, and then thought of his feelings when Ermao was injured, was very different from what he did after that, what the man who followed the duck sound did.

Qian Gungun understood now, but she understood, but she would not meddle in such nosy matters.

This tiger, seeing it rushing towards him in a familiar way at the beginning, you can know how many bad things this tiger has done for the man who called the duck on weekdays.

How many people have been brutally murdered by it? At that time, did it also think about what would happen if others were killed by it like this, or were taken back by the duck-sounding man after being bitten.

If today, I can't beat this tiger, then the end will not be very good.

As the saying goes, poor people must have something to hate.

(End of this chapter)