Old Master Tang, who woke up in a sleep, finally had time to go out of the city to see Tang Zhongxiong's filial piety to his house-guarding Pixiu and the Crane of Fushou, but-

"I said, have you misunderstood something? This guy... can it be a Pi Xiu?"

Tang Ning pointed to the giant figure more than two meters high and five meters long, and his expression was hard to describe.

Even if I have little study, I know that this thing is a national treasure. The big panda nickname Gugguang Bandit is Food Iron Beast, and has a dime to do with Pixiu?

If you remember correctly, the Pixiu thing should clearly be a long body that looks like a tiger and leopard, a head and tail look like a dragon, and a head and tail look like a horn on the head. One horn is called Tianlu, and two horns are called Viagra.

In short, even if the Gangbang in front of me is the xxxl version, it is still a cute black and white bear, not a war monster, okay?

Hearing this, he lay on the ground and was a well-behaved housekeeper Pixiu. He couldn't help rolling his eyes and complaining.

——"Bah, you are so melon-like, do you know your bloodline? The old man has the bloodline of ancient Pixiu, isn't it Pixiu? Otherwise, you're afraid that the bully who got shot next to you took the opportunity to beat the old man again, believe it or not, will the old man show it now? "

"Is Pixiu roaring? OK, please start your performance!"

Old Master Tang, who was friendly to passive animals, became interested when he heard this and took a few steps back to give the 3xl black and white bear the space to perform the roar of Pixiu.

Haha, all Sichuan dialects are out. If you weren't Gengyun, I would have written my name upside down!

"You square-headed man, if you ask the old man to perform, the old man is just a bitch... Oh! Can you understand my words?!"

The Pixiu, who wanted to continue complaining, finally reacted halfway through his speech, and was so shocked that he tried his best to widen his round little eyes-???!

"Second, can you beat this guy first? It hurts but won't hurt your bones. Can you do it?"

Tang Ning turned his head and asked the second-defiant son of the old Tang family who was with him.

Even if you are a national treasure and take advantage of me verbally, it will cost you.

"No--!!!"

Pixiu Roar (Trilling Style).

Range, a bully from the Tang Sect who is ruthless and talks a lot, ignoring a single step forward, his face unrecognizable to the 99th Fist Company.

The huge Pixiu giant bear turned into a large sandbag that was ravaged.

After finishing the game, the bear's head was obviously bigger.

The dark circles that cannot be cured are becoming more and more serious.

"Next time... stride... don't slap... in the face."

The giant Pixiu bear held its tortured brain, and was speechless and begging for grief.

Old Master Tang, the elder Chunchun, passed this sentence to the second-defiant son.

"Oh?" Tang Zhongxiong clasped his fists and pinched each other, and his knuckles snapped: "Okay, then hit it down..."

The giant Pixiu bear was so scared that it shivered all over, and instantly shrank into a trembling plush ball, and defended the following: "Slap the face! Second Master, please be sure to slap me in the face at will!"

Tang Erbud Youyou finished the last two words: "...a little."

Pixiu in the house: "..."

"Class Pixiu, I'm still waiting for you to roar."

Tang Ning walked up and poked the Pixiu who was in the house... Well, the ball was too round, and I don't know whether it was poked or the butt.

Two huge dark circles popped out of the hairy balls, and then the bloody mouth that was forced to open business—

"Meow, meow—"

Sensual bear, roaring online.

"You're perfunctory?"

Old Master Tang narrowed his eyes slightly and emitted the right light.

"I didn't..."

The poor, helpless, weak Pixiu, who was almost crying when she heard this.

It's over and I'm going to get beaten up again!

The few spiritual beast skins left by me are probably going to be thrown away today.

"Ha, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I am teasing you!" Tang Ning couldn't help laughing. This panda, who claims to be Pixiu, is really fun: "Okay, you can follow me in the future. I will pack a mountain and plant bamboo. What flavor do you like?"

Huh? What's going on?

Why did this old man give up halfway through his conscience and suddenly he found out that he stopped?

The Pixiu, who blinked her black bean-like little eyes, was very uncomfortable with the sudden change of Mr. Tang's style.

"Rebellious! I will protect this bun son from now on. You will never be allowed to beat him up without my permission. Do you remember?!"

But Tang Ning turned his head and looked at Tang Zhongxiong again.

Dad, didn’t you let me beat me up just now?

Tang Zhongxiong was just trying to refute righteously, but Cha Ruian, the judge who was standing behind him, quickly pulled his sleeves.

"Second Master, you must take the blame well! This is the old man's filial piety test!"

Cha Ruian sent a message into secret.

Is that true?

Tang Zhongxiong thought about it for a while and felt that what Old Man Cha said seemed to make some sense, so he followed the good deeds and gave up the idea of ​​refuting.

Humph, if you only test filial piety, you will definitely be ranked first if you come a thousand times and ten thousand times!

The boss and the third brother tied up the two evil deeds, and they couldn't even catch up with me if they rode the Pixiu!

"Dad, remember!"

Tang Zhongxiong slapped his chest, and then he locked in the Fushou Crane next to the Pixiu in the house with murderous aura. Next, my father should instruct me to beat this thief!

Dad, be a villain, this business is familiar!

Because the broken leg has not yet grown completely, the immortal crane spirit king who has to be alone is frightened by the surging murderous aura and immediately fell to Tang Ning's feet with a sliding shovel: "Little He'er pays homage to the old man! I wish you good fortune as the river flows forever, and your life is as long as the mountain is not long!"

"You can actually speak? What kind of cultivation is it?"

Tang Ning was quite surprised.

The spirit beast around me has been granted many four-tailed spirit snake Aqi, who has been refining the crossbone of the throat and can speak people's words. This crane actually has this ability. Isn't it quite powerful?

"By your words, Xiao He'er, my spiritual master's cultivation level is about the same as that of the Jindan monk of the human race!"

Xianhe Lingjun answered quickly. After all, he did not have the fat and bones of the silly Pixiu who was beating beside him. If he was beaten by Tang Erbiao, he would probably have another leg broken!

"Brother Tang, don't listen to this stupid bird bragging about himself. What Spirit Lord? What is it equivalent to a human golden elixir cultivator... It is a wild monster who needs bloodline but no bloodline, magic weapons but no magic weapons, and only rely on its innate ability to grab food and eat. How could it be an opponent of a human golden elixir cultivator with countless magic weapons and magical powers? If you don't say anything, my little master Youling can fight ten such wild monsters alone!"

He was unhappy when he watched the excitement. He looked at the crane Lingjun who was squinting his eyes and felt that the bird in front of him and the bear beside him were simply a shame for monsters. You are also worthy of joining the Wei Palace and leaving my brother Tang to favor him?

It is obvious that Ah Qi feels a little bit of a crisis.

"Yes, yes, this... the master is right."

The Crane Spirit Lord dared not refute. After all, the four-tailed alien snake in front of him was obviously a bit of a foot. Although his wild spirit Lord usually despises such a "demon traitor" raised by human race, is the situation better than humans now? How dare you breathe heavily in front of you?

"Can you get bigger? Can you fly with me?"

Tang Ning asked with great interest.

The poem says: I have a hundred thousand strings of waist, ride a crane down to Yangzhou, hold an umbrella to catch the fallen flowers, and watch the west wind ride a thin horse.

That's all, after all, Mr. Tang is a decent and decent person, and it's not even a good person in Yangzhou.

But, as a decent person who has been edified by the questioning of immortals, I dream of riding a crane to sway through the market uniform, what's wrong?
Chapter completed!