Chapter 290: Licking Dog, Meow

Mo Qingkuang grabbed a few rejuvenation pills and a few healing pills and stuffed them into his mouth, and began to meditate to recover.

Being possessed by Mo Fan has almost reached the limit, and he is already exhausted. He just punched the big man with the jade-foreheaded white tiger. It was the ancestor Mo Fan who was showing off, but it was his body, Mo Qingkuang, that suffered.

At this moment, the entire right arm had lost all feeling, and Mo Qingkuang could clearly see the cracks in the bones without looking inside.

Now if the injury is not treated as soon as possible, it is very likely to leave some sequelae, which is not worth the gain.

After adjusting the breath for most of the day, it was getting late, and only a little afterglow of the sun shone on the earth, adding a bit of mysterious beauty to the demon kingdom full of killings.

Mo Qingkuang opened his eyes and found that the little tiger was not running around, but was finding a comfortable position to sleep in his arms.

Just like a small heater, the whole body is warm.

Mo Qingkuang couldn't help but touch the little tiger's satin-like fur again, with a look of enjoyment on his face.

As expected, petting cats is addictive, and petting tigers is even more addictive.

Awakened by Mo Qingkuang's unscrupulous actions, the little tiger opened his cute eyes and carefully looked at the person in front of him.

The young creature also felt that the same body was holding its own, but its aura and temperament were completely different.

However, it can still see the love for itself in the other person's eyes.

Although he woke himself up, he felt so comfortable touching himself...

It is still very young and not sensible. It is not at all sad about parting with its mother. Instead, it is quite curious about everything in this world.

He stretched out his pink tongue and licked Mo Qingkuang's palm, expressing his closeness.

"Meow-"

Mo Qingkuang laughed when he heard it, but suddenly his smile froze again.

I grabbed the little tiger and looked at it carefully. There was something right on the forehead!

There is a jade dot in the middle of the character "王", which means it is a white tiger with jade forehead and wings.

But this cry!

Meow?

Are you sure it's not a genetic mutation?

"Little guy, did you know that you are a tiger, the king of beasts? Hey, not a cat!"

"You should ow-"

"Come and learn from me, oooh——"

The little tiger looked curious, looking at the man who had just turned himself over and over in various shameful postures, and now made strange noises: "Meow-"

Mo Qingkuang is a little crazy!

His mind began to automatically imagine that in the future, when the little tiger grew up, he would ride it through the city, and all the girls and wives on the roadside would look at him with admiration.

The young practitioners on the roadside cast jealous glances.

Just when he was so proud and satisfied, the little tiger majestically opened its big mouth and let out a thundering roar: "Meow?"

That picture is too beautiful, I can’t imagine it——

Mo Qingkuang looked irritated and stroked the little tiger twice: "No more meowing! No more oozing!"

"Meow-"

Mo Qingkuang held his forehead helplessly. It seemed that he had to learn slowly. I hope this won't happen when he grows up.

Suddenly, Mo Qingkuang remembered that he still didn't know the name of the little tiger. He couldn't call him "little tiger" or "little tiger" in the future.

"Ancestor, did the mother of the little tiger give it a name just now?" Mo Qingkuang asked.

Mo Fan was stunned when he heard this. Yu Ji left in a hurry just now, as if she really didn't tell him what the little tiger should be called.

"No, what do you want to call it?"

Mo Qingkuang stretched out his hand and placed it in front of the little tiger, letting its soft, barbed tongue lick it to create a numbing sensation.

"There is a jade character on its forehead, let's call him Xiaoyu."

"I'm a male! I'm a male!" Mo Fan sighed, Xiaoyu Xiaoyu, even the majesty of the king of humans and beasts was gone.

Mo Qingkuang turned over the little tiger, looked at a shameful part, and shook his head.

"It's really a male. That's not called Xiaoyu."

"By the way, how about calling me Xiaobai? It's all white, but it's still the blood of a white tiger!" Mo Qingkuang's eyes suddenly lit up and he added.

Listening to Mo Qingkuang's words, Mo Fan couldn't help but complain in his heart, wondering if it was destined that Lin Yang was also named Xiaobai when he was named.

Unexpectedly, Mo Qingkuang would actually do this.

In order to prevent Mo Qingkuang from becoming the second Lin Yang, Mo Fan objected: "No, I don't like it."

"What's the name? Anyway, I think Xiaobai is pretty good. How about, ancestor, get one for me?"

Mo Fan looked at the little tiger lying in Mo Qingkuang's arms, constantly licking Mo Qingkuang's palm, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Why don't you just scream, lick the dog!"

"What? Dog licking?" Mo Qingkuang almost stuffed his palm into the little tiger's mouth.

Thanks to my ancestors, this is the tiger, the king of beasts! How could you choose such a humble name?

Besides, tigers are cats, what does it mean when you call someone a dog?

"Don't you see it's been licking your hand? What's wrong with calling it a licking dog? Could it be called a licking cat? A licking tiger? That doesn't sit well with you." Mo Fan's figure floated out and shook his head.

"But……"

Mo Qingkuang wanted to argue for the title of Little Tiger, but the more he thought about it, the more satisfied Mo Fan became. He immediately said: "Nothing, that's it, it's called dog licking!"

Seeing that Mo Fan had made up his mind, Mo Qingkuang could only roll his eyes and stroke the tiger's fur helplessly: "Little dog, little dog, it's my brother's fault that I couldn't get you a good name. I hope you can blame the ancestors when you grow up, not me."

As he said this, he was secretly glad in his heart: Fortunately, he is not the direct descendant of the ancestors, otherwise, the naming level of the ancestors would be the same?

Alas...

Listening to Mo Qingkuang's words, Mo Fan snorted coldly: "What do you know? Cheap names are easy to keep!"

With a "click", Mo Fan threw out a black brocade bag inlaid with gold threads, and it fell in front of Mo Qingkuang.

"What is this?" Mo Qingkuang picked it up and took a look, and found that the energy fluctuations on it were a bit strange. The inlaid gold threads seemed to be a magic circle that conformed to a certain rhythm.

"This is a zoo bag. Put the little dog in it in the future, and don't take it out to show off when you have nothing to do." Mo Fan said.

"Use your true qi to guide your spirit to communicate with it, and you can gain control of it."

Mo Qingkuang did as he was told, and indeed found that there was a large space in the zoo bag, not to mention the two palm-sized licking dogs now.

Even if the licking dog grows to the size of its mother, it can be easily put down.

"Lick dog, come and see the new home we found for you." Mo Qingkuang picked up the licking dog with one hand and put it in the zoo bag.

He took it out again, and did this several times before stopping.

The licking dog stared at him with big watery eyes, as if to say, "What kind of anger do you want?"

"Meow!"

Mo Qingkuang smiled embarrassedly: "Hahahahaha, help you recognize the door, don't be angry."

"Meow——"