Seeing the black mace fly out, he fought off the fierce Taoist.

The little tiger had tears in his eyes and howled: "Daddy, Daddy..."

"Well..."

Not long after.

Zhang Heng returned.

Looking at the little tiger holding the black mace and crying, he was speechless.

"Zhang Heng, Zhang Heng..."

See Zhang Heng coming back.

Hu Mengmeng howled: "A very fierce bad guy came just now. Daddy's trump card flew up and beat him away."

Zhang Heng said nothing.

Just stroking the little tiger's fur.

"After a person dies, he will turn into a star to protect the one he loves most."

"The same goes for demons. Have you seen this star in the sky? It is the incarnation of your father. It will protect you and grow up with you."

Zhang Heng picked up the little tiger and pointed at the stars in the sky.

"Really?"

Hu Mengmeng looked at the sky.

Enter the eyes.

Sure enough, there was a star in the sky, which was very rare in the daytime. Hu Mengmeng believed it instantly.

"Zhang Heng..."

Stared at the stars for a while.

Hu Mengmeng tilted her head and looked at him expectantly: "Will you turn into a star to accompany me after you die?"

"ah..."

Zhang Heng was speechless for a moment, and then reluctantly replied: "Maybe."

"That's it."

The little tiger looked dumbfounded and looked at the sky in a daze.

Zhang Heng helped her rub her fur and whispered: "Mengmeng should practice hard. According to legend, there are people with great supernatural powers who can resurrect old creatures. When you are strong enough, you can resurrect your father and mother."

"Really."

The little tiger was refreshed and his eyes regained their vitality: "Zhang Heng, I'm hungry..."

"What to eat?"

Zhang Heng hugged the little tiger and rubbed it for a while.

"I want to eat piggy."

Hu Mengmeng licked Zhang Heng's cheek with her tongue: "Eat three."

"three!"

Zhang Heng put the little tiger down and said in a deep voice: "You are already a big tiger. It's time to learn to hunt on your own. It's not right to be too lazy to eat."

Hu Mengmeng looked at him with a cute expression.

What is hunting.

She hasn't tried it.

Bang...

Under Zhang Heng's instigation.

The little tiger walked up the mountain three times with one step, she was going to hunt.

Huh!

Flower butterfly.

Going over a patch of grass, a butterfly was dancing.

Saw butterflies.

Hu Mengmeng couldn't sit still anymore and rushed forward with a flying swoop.

That butterfly thing.

It's not a tiger that should be caught. Can it be caught?

as expected.

With one pounce, it was all in vain.

Hu Mengmeng threw her head up and fell to the ground, kicking her limbs around and unable to get up.

"You're going to catch rabbits."

"Butterflies are no longer on your diet."

Zhang Heng grabbed the little tiger and turned her over.

Click, click...

The butterfly danced lightly and landed on Zhang Heng's shoulder.

Hu Mengmeng looked eager and rubbed his legs, still wanting to play with the butterfly.

Zhang Heng refused: "Don't make trouble, you can't say it, this is your brother and my ancestor."

Tilting his head.

Hu Mengmeng couldn’t understand.

Zhang Heng held her in his arms and whispered: "In the past, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of being a butterfly. Nothing is other than that, and nothing is other than what it is. The other is not seen, but in fact it is already seen."

Speaking of which.

Zhang Heng turned back to look at Butterfly: "Grandmaster, are you sure?"

The butterfly flaps its wings.

Flap your wings and fly.

If you don't do business, you won't do it for profit.

Not attached to the Tao, not interested in seeking.

Meaninglessness is meaningless, and meaninglessness is meaningless.

Heaven and earth coexist with me, and all things are one with me.

Now that we are one, we have something to say.

Now that we are one, we are at ease and speechless.
Chapter completed!