Jiang Tang touched his belly.

Want to eat white flour buns.

Want to go to the space to harvest the crops.

Want to practice.

Forget it, go and have a look.

After hesitation, Jiang Tang put on his homemade wooden clogs and followed him with his hair disheveled.

On the way, through casual conversation, Jiang Tang knew that this female disciple was born to a relative of the previous two generations of serious disciples in the Immortal Sect. She grew up in the sect since she was a child and was named Yan Weiwei.

A few days ago, Yan Weiwei encountered an injured spirit beast while traveling in the back mountain. She wanted to treat it but couldn't afford to hire a doctor from the sect. Several senior brothers of the same sect said that Jiang Tang knew some medical skills and often used the elixirs he practiced to treat those sick traitors.

So he came to find Jiang Tang with the mentality of being a dead horse as a living horse.

Then, I saw a picture of a handsome man taking a bath.

Speaking of this, Yan Weiwei glanced at Jiang Tang with a side look.

He is handsome, thin but not thin, and he is also considered a good-looking young man.

"Junior Brother Jiang, let's be in front." Yan Weiwei pointed to the bamboo forest ahead.

Jiang Tang walked over and saw a snow-white spirit beast lying in a bamboo leaf, with a faint sound.

It is only the size of a palm, with a pair of bone wings, its eyes as big as a clear spring, and its ink-colored eyes are full of pain.

No matter how you look at this little thing, it looks like the snow dragon young described in ancient books.

Jiang Tang raised his eyebrows and walked over and squatted down.

When the little thing saw a stranger approaching, he immediately arched his back high, and his fluff stood up. It stared at Jiang Tang with a grin, and his pair of ink pupils turned vaguely golden.

"Don't be afraid." Jiang Tang sacrificed a spiritual herb and handed it over to speak gently, "I'll eat it for you, it's not poisonous."

The little thing was stunned, and his pair of ink pupils returned to their true colors and suddenly opened up.

It's a bit...it looks like a cat is so focused, so cute.

Jiang Tang even wanted to touch the furry head of this little thing.

The little thing sniffed the spirit grass, and immediately pounced on Jiang Tang's palm, and started to chew on it.

Jiang Tang noticed that there was a wound on its hind leg and it had begun to purify, so he sacrificed another spiritual medicine that could heal the wound.

The little thing smelled it, and his eyes suddenly closed.

"grumble--"

It pushed away the elixir and turned its head away.

"Don't be picky about food, healing." Jiang Tang turned the little thing over.

Seeing that it did not resist, he touched its head again, "If you eat it well, I will have something delicious with you." His spiritual herb has a large space.

The little thing suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed the elixir and wrinkled his face, and finished it in a few bites.

"Junior Brother Jiang, you are so awesome. I advised it a few days ago for a long time and it was unwilling to eat." Yan Weiwei's eyes were full of surprise and admiration.

Jiang Tang, who had already recognized this as the young Xuelong from the ancient books and smiled embarrassedly based on the illustrations.

Do you want to tell my senior sister that Xuelong is born to be picky about food?

Jiang Tang grabbed a handful of spiritual herbs from Qiankun's bag and fed it to the little thing. Seeing that its wound was beginning to show signs of repair, he stood up and bowed to Yan Weiwei, preparing to leave.

The little thing who was licking the fur saw that Jiang Tang was leaving, hurriedly screamed, spread his bone wings and flew to Jiang Tang's shoulder and fell down.

Jiang Tang reached out, held the back of the little thing's neck, and carried it in front of him.

The little guy's eyes were wide open, and it looked harmless.

No, my husband's boyish heart.

Jiang Tang forced a calm cough and said, "Go and find the junior sister."

He put the little thing on the ground and turned his head away.

The little thing screamed and flew to Jiang Tang's shoulder again.

Jiang Tang: "..." Is this the one who depends on it?

"Junior Brother Jiang, it seems to like you very much. If you don't mind, then make a contract with it." Yan Weiwei chuckled.

Jiang Tang pondered for a while.

The snow dragon belongs to the descendant of the ancient dragon clan. After the purebred snow dragon grows up, it is a cute pet King Kong, and its combat power is extremely strong.

That's just, providing food, clothing, housing, and raising a bodyguard?

"Little thing, are you willing to make a contract with me?" Jiang Tang was moved and looked down at the little thing he was carrying.

The little thing nodded gently, broke free, and pulled Jiang Tang's arm up.

"Senior sister, I have never made a contract." Jiang Tang remembered something and smiled awkwardly with a look of his face.

"Slash your fingers and just drop a drop of blood." Yan Weiwei covered her lips.

Jiang Tang nodded and made an appointment with the little guy.

A golden formation suddenly appeared at Jiang Tang's feet.

The little thing's phantom appeared on the formation, and then merged into Jiang Tang's body with the formation.

"It looks like an equal contract." Yan Weiwei was stunned.

"Dad, this is a soul contract." A soft and glutinous voice suddenly rang in Jiang Tang's mind.

Before Jiang Tang could come back to his senses, the voice said again, "The breath on Daddy is so good."

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw the little thing pulling his sleeves and his tail shaking very happily.

"So, is this a soul contract?" Jiang Tang tried to ask the little thing with his heart, and when he saw it nodding, he immediately realized.

"Sister Sister, I still have something to do, so I'll go first." Jiang Tang bowed and left.

Yan Weiwei looked at the little thing lying obediently on Jiang Tang's shoulder, and she was envious at first glance.

"Dad, I'm so hungry." On the way back, the little thing lay on Jiang Tang's head and pulled up his hair.

"Come down, I'm not your father." Jiang Tang's eyes twitched.

"But the breath on my father smells so good, just as good as my mother." The little thing spoke softly, looking a little aggrieved.

"...Okay, you won, just call."

"Dad is so good!"

Jiang Tang picked up the little thing from his head and asked, "Do you have a name?"

"Since my birth, my mother was captured by a group of bad people. In order to protect me, my mother deliberately asked me to hatch later." The little thing shook her head.

As soon as it was born, it was targeted by the bad guys who took their mother away. It fell into this mountain because of its escape.

"I'll give you a name, Eryao. Yao means light. Eryao will be like me in the future and cannot be a bad person." Jiang Tang touched the little thing's head.

Eryao nodded, curious about what the previous two meant.

Of course, Jiang Tang would not tell this little baby, the second is a pronoun for a certain senior brother Zhu.

Back at the courtyard, Jiang Tang ate two white flour buns. Seeing Eryao staring at him with a gaze, he felt a little disgusted and simply brought it into the Lingtian space.

"Er Yao, I'm going to take Brother Niu to plow the land. You can eat this spiritual plant at will." Jiang Tang pointed to his first acre of land and spoke heroically.

"Dad, can you really eat it?" Eryao swallowed the rich aroma of spiritual herbs.

"Eat whatever you want, eat well." Jiang Tang waved his hand and began to harvest the second acre of land.

Oh, how much appetite can a small thing have?

Half an hour later, Jiang Tang, who had collected a mu of land, looked back and wiped his face.

Hum? Something is wrong?

Jiang Tang was stunned, turned around suddenly, and was stunned.

The spiritual field behind this body is empty.

This is really empty, and the roots of the spirit grass are gone.
Chapter completed!