Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

   Chapter 754 The Tyrant's Little Princess (6)

   Just when he was about to die in a moment of carelessness, Yun Si turned sideways and dodged nimbly.

   Watching the little white tiger jump down from the tree and land on the ground.

  Suddenly, a large net swept over the sky and covered it in an instant.

   Yun Si:! ?

  She was thrown on the grass and rolled.

  Good balance, so that even if she is bound by a net, she is still safe and sound.

   Except for some grass on the round ears, the figure is still very beautiful.

   "...呵呵!" The little white tiger's eyes showed fierceness, and it showed its sharp and small fangs.

   His paws scratched at the big net on his body, trying to break free.

   At this time, the sound of horseshoes was gradually approaching, and Yun Si could feel a line of sight falling on her.

  She cursed in a low voice, and her little furry head finally broke free from the opening of the net.

  The hind legs kept kicking, tearing the net apart.

  Beautiful snow-white hair, also became messy under this struggle, and the hair stood up.

  The sound of the horse's hooves approached unhurriedly. The horse seemed to be able to feel the breath of the goblin, so it seemed a little uneasy.

  But driven by its master, it still walked towards the lively little white tiger and stopped in front of it.

   "..." The white tiger, who was about to break free from the net, froze, and stopped.

   On the round head, the nose moved.

  Wang Wangran's pure blue tiger pupils instantly lifted.

  A black figure came into view.

  The man is tall, riding on a strong horse. On the black and dark long clothes, there is a stone blue forging surface, and the dark gold thread is embroidered on the corner of the clothes.

  Holding the rein with one hand, a pair of slender black eyes with a coolness swept over, and swept around the little white tiger.

  Thin and lightly pursed lips, sharp-edged outline, slender and tall but not rough figure, between the brows, there is a faint bitterness.

  Heavy oppression, transmitted invisibly, is the unique aura of the superior.

  Seeing that the little white tiger stopped struggling, he looked up at him with his round and white head. The man held the sword in one hand and picked up the big net with the hilt.

  The soft black and white ball inside was instantly taken into the air, the tail was hanging down through the grid, and the tip of the tail was still slightly upturned.

  Its round blue tiger eyes stared at him without blinking, and its fangs were also retracted.

   Not making noise or shouting, his peaceful behavior is a bit unusual.

  The man raised his brows, his white and slender hands let go of the reins, and then hooked the net with one finger.

  Through the grid, looking at the beautiful little white tiger inside, a hint of interest flashed across his unparalleled handsome face.

  Of course he didn't think it would behave peacefully, but he just wanted to pretend to be obedient first, and then took the opportunity to attack and escape.

   It's just that what makes him interesting is that it is a bit clever.

  The man's eyes stayed on its thick meat pad.

  The top is also white, so clean that there is no trace of impurities.

  When he was hoisted up, his limbs were all curled up and huddled together.

  With its furry body and round white ears, it looks really beautiful.

  The man's deep, emotionless eyes narrowed slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

  At this time, there was another rush of horseshoes, stepping on the grass, looking a little heavy, "Your Majesty—"

  People dressed as guards came to this place on horseback.

   Dismounted, knelt down, not daring to raise his head, "Your Majesty, the last general has arrived at the Daxiangguo Temple and is starting to rest."

  (end of this chapter)