Otherwise, today would probably be the day of worship for all of them.

When everyone was worried, the shadow of the black swayed.

From the mountains and forests, a monster that was taller than a man slowly walked out, with dark brown pupils, mixed with mysterious white patterns on its body, and a word "king" above its head, which was majestic.

"Second-grade tiger demon..."

Mr. Zheng felt bitter in his heart.

It's over...

It is among the monsters, the powerful, bloodthirsty and ferocious tiger monsters...

The tiger demon's appetite is very big.

Everyone's faces were as white as paper.

The ink painting was stunned.

Big tiger?

Why is it so familiar...

Mo Hua looked at him carefully for a few seconds, and suddenly became stunned and realized.

This is... the big tiger raised by the second head of the house to suck blood in the Heishan Village?

That is, the little cat monster I had fed dried fish?

He is an acquaintance!

No, it’s a familiar “demon”!

The big tiger's eyes were wandering around the crowd, and then they were frozen on Mo Hua. There was a moment of surprise, then doubt, and then it seemed as if they recognized Mo Hua. The big eyes blinked and faded away the evil intention in their eyes.

It seems not to come to forage, but just feel the familiar atmosphere, so come and take a look.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he hurriedly said:

"Old Zheng, give me those demon flesh."

Mr. Zheng was stunned, "Demonic flesh?"

"The two I killed before..."

Two monsters were killed on the way, one was Kui Mulang and the other was red-eyed sheep demon. Some materials were peeled off and some meat was also left behind.

"Oh, oh... OK!"

Old Zheng nodded repeatedly.

Mo Hua took the demon flesh and said, "You guys go first, I'll feed it."

Old Zheng looked stiff, "Hey..."

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded, "I am familiar with this monster too..."

Old Zheng opened his mouth wide, looked at the ink painting, and then looked in front of him. This terrifying second-grade king-name tiger demon was incredible:

You said you have a good relationship with people, but you... shouldn't be considered a "personal relationship"...

Second-grade tiger demon...

You...

Mr. Zheng was in a complicated mood and it was difficult to express it in words for a while.

Mo Hua waved his hand at him, "Go away quickly, otherwise it will be dark..."

Zheng Laoba didn't have to leave early, but he looked at Mohua and hesitated: "You little brother, you..."

"Don't worry," Mo Hua said.

This Daheishan is the same as his yard.

At most, the yard has been renovated, and I can't tell the difference between the road and it's a little bit unfamiliar.

Mr. Zheng looked at the sky and gritted his teeth and said, "Little brother, I will repay you with great kindness!"

"Our business will settle in Lanzhi Inn opposite Fushen Building..."

"If you enter the city, you must go there to find me!"

Lanzhi Inn?

Newly opened?

Before Tongxian City, there seemed to be no such inn...

Mo Hua nodded, "Okay, I remember."

Mr. Zheng bowed to Mo Hua, and the other monks also showed gratitude, clasped their fists at Mo Hua, and then walked carefully towards Tongxian City.

The second-grade tiger demon really ignored them and let them leave.

This is a second-grade monster...

Mr. Zheng was a little unbelievable.

He couldn't help but look back, looked at the ink painting, and said in shock:

"Who is this little monk?"

...

The caravan left, except for the ink painting, there was no one around, and the big tiger was no longer fierce. Instead, he ran around the ink painting twice and "whistled" at him.

I can't understand the ink painting, but I can roughly understand its meaning.

It seemed to be saying, "Come with me..."

Mo Hua has now built a foundation, and his spiritual consciousness has changed, and he has become more sensitive to the perception of murderous intent. He did not sense the murderous intent from the big tiger, and there was no danger in it, so he used his body skills and followed the big tiger in the gloomy mountains and forests.

The big tiger walked a few steps, looked back at the ink painting, and saw that the ink painting followed, and continued to walk forward.

In this way, I kept bringing the ink painting into a cave.

The cave is empty and a little damp, not like it has lived for a long time, but like it has lived for a temporary period.

The ink painting was a little surprised.

A big tiger also creates "crawling rabbit three holes".

It won't really become a sperm...

The big tiger looked at the ink painting and signaled that the ink painting was waiting here. It drilled into the depths of the cave and didn't know what to do. After a while, it got back again, holding more than a dozen storage bags in its mouth.

These storage bags are new and old, with different shapes and some are even very exquisite.

I don’t know if it was picked up by it or killed someone.

It puts the storage bag in front of the ink picture.

Mo Hua was stunned for a long time before she slowly understood.

This big tiger...is he repaying his kindness?

If you have saved it twice, it will remember it in your heart, stocking up these storage bags, and when you meet it again, give it to yourself as a gift?

The ink painting was a little moved for a moment.

He stared at the storage bag for a few more times. Most of them were not ordinary storage bags, and the shape was different from that of the demon hunter. Mo Hua felt relieved.

Mo Hua took out Kui Mulang's demon flesh and threw it to the big tiger.

The big tiger sniffed it and felt it was quite fresh, so he lay down, covered the flesh with his claws, and started eating it "huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Mo Hua stared at the big tiger for a long time and felt it was very novel.

The black and white pattern has the word "king" on the head.

He asked his father Mo Shan, Elder Yu, and other demon hunters, but he had never heard of such a tiger monster.

Ink Painting also asked Mr. Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang's eyes were slightly conspicuous, and he obviously knew something, but he didn't say it clearly, only saying things like "It's a bit rare, it's really not common..."

I still don’t know what kind of monster this is.

And, it really doesn't seem to eat people...

Very smart...

Mo Hua stared at the big tiger for a long time, shook her head, but had no clue.

He looked out at the sky again and said to the big tiger:

"I'm leaving. I'll see you again in a few days and invite you to eat dried fish..."

The big tiger clearly showed a disgusting expression, as if he felt that his majesty of the second-grade big tiger was despised by Mo Hua.

But it did not refuse.

The ink painting put away the storage bag and put it on his body.
To be continued...