Immortal Venerable, he showed his fish tail

Jing Qishu was expressionless: "Are you busy?"

It is indeed very idle, as Jing Qishu's servant, Hengrong only needs to serve Jing Qishu, but these few days Jing Qishu is avoiding him, he has nothing to do, and has been doing nothing for several days.

But these words must not be said out loud, and Immortal Venerable would probably cry if he said it out.

Hengrong suppressed a smile, pretending not to see Jing Qishu's red eyes, let go of his hand, and said seriously: "It's not very busy, the leader asked me to come over, Xianzun, if you didn't order, then I'm leaving?"

Jing Qishu wished that he would leave as soon as possible. This servant was sent by God to restrain him. Why did he bump into him at the scene of the death several times?

"Come on."

Jing Qishu drove them away with a cold face, hurried back to the room by himself, closed the door, and sat on the bed in a daze.

After being interrupted by Heng Rong, he actually didn't want to cry so much, but he was still very depressed, listless, unable to cheer up.

He didn't know if he was really affected by this sick body, and after the excitement faded away, he was really worried about that white tiger.

And...he didn't even have time to touch Bai Linhu's hair.

Such thick fur must be very comfortable to the touch.

Thinking of this, Jing Qishu was even more depressed.

Now he really wants to find a pool to soak in and dive into the water, maybe it will make him feel better... But since he came to Jinhua Prefecture, he has no chance to bathe, he is afraid of being discovered.

According to his observations these days, although there are legends about sharks in the Kyushu Continent, no one has ever seen them. Who knows what kind of chain reaction will be caused by the exposure of this kind of rare thing.

He still cherishes his life and doesn't want to cause trouble for himself.

Jing Qishu leaned against the corner, getting more and more depressed, and couldn't tell whether he was lost or his body was lost. Just when he couldn't resist and was about to cry secretly, footsteps sounded outside the door.

Jing Qishu, who was still a salted fish just now, immediately sat up straight, but he still felt uncomfortable, so he got off the couch again and stood beside the couch.

Hengrong's voice sounded outside the door: "Xianzun, are you there? I'm coming in."

Jing Qishu: "Go in."

What is his hapless servant doing?

The door was pushed by someone, and Heng Rong walked in with a fluffy tiger cub in his arms. This tiger cub was white all over, and looked very similar to the one that was beaten by Fat just now, but it was only the size of a cat. In Heng Rong's arms, her small mouth was drooping, with an aggrieved expression on her face.

Jing Qishu straightened his lips, his expression looked extraordinarily cold.

Hengrong was not frightened by his cold air, and stepped forward with a smile, and handed the little tiger to Jing Qishu: "Xianzun, this is the white tiger just now, it was beaten by you, it seems to be tamed , Master Jinhua said that it will not hurt people anymore, and asked if you would like to bring it back to the Tiandao League to raise it."

Um? ?Has the wicked big tiger turned into a cute kitten?

Jing Qishu, who was still cloudy and rainy just now, turned cloudy and rainy in an instant. He stared at the tiger twice. The tiger seemed to sense something, and tilted his head at him. He yawned and shrank. After that, its bloody mouth no longer had any deterrent effect, and only cuteness remained on its whole body.

Oh, no, and its fur, still so thick and shiny.

Jing Qishu stared at the tiger's fur for a long while with obscure eyes, but remained reserved.

Hengrong knew it, he laughed and stuffed the tiger into Jing Qishu's arms, Jing Qishu froze, holding the tiger as if holding a thunderbolt, he did not dare to move.

Hengrong asked: "Don't you like the immortal? If you don't like it, send it back. The governor said, you tamed it, and only you can raise it. If the immortal doesn't like it, you can only put it back in the cage." , took the sand and returned it to the forest.”

The little spirit tiger seemed to understand Heng Rong's words, sobbed softly from its long mouth, and automatically rubbed its big head under Jing Qishu's palm.

Jing Qishu: "..."

Immortal Venerable frowned, very reluctantly, and extremely disgusted: "Since you are destined to me, then stay."

After speaking, he put the little spirit tiger on the ground, as if he didn't want to touch it too much.

Hengrong only found it funny, but didn't expose Jing Qishu, he bowed and said: "If that's the case, then don't disturb the cultivation of the Immortal Venerable."

He turned around and left, leaving only Jing Qishu and Xiao Linghu in the room.

Jing Qishu stood still, looking at Bai Linhu quietly, Bai Linhu was clever, and suddenly remembered who had beaten him so badly just now, jumped twice, and got under the bed.

Jing Qishu: "..."

At first, he squatted by the bed very reservedly, trying to tease Bai Linhu out, but the little Bai Linhu held his grudges and lay under the bed "oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" refusing to crawl out to tease Bai Linhu out.

Jing Qishu looked left and right, walked to the window and took a look uneasy, and after making sure that there was no one outside, he simply lay down beside the bed, looked at the little white Linhu huddled up, and threatened in a low voice: "Hurry up!" Come out! Don't force me to use my spiritual energy to get you out!"

The little white tiger hugged its head with its two small claws, and refused to move no matter what.

Jing Qishu lay faceless on the ground like this, and began a long-term confrontation with the little spirit tiger.

At the same time, Xuan Huaijin hurried to the gate of the courtyard, wanting to talk to Jing Qishu, but when she entered the courtyard, she was stopped by Heng Rong.

Xuan Huaijin said: "Where are your immortals? I have an important matter to discuss with him."

Knowing what Jing Qishu was doing in the room, Heng Rong smiled: "I'm afraid it's inconvenient for the Immortal Venerable at this time."

"Inconvenient?" Xuan Huaijin looked at the servant suspiciously. Why did he feel that it was inconvenient since he recruited this servant?

Fortunately, the head of the Tiandao League was very patient and said, "What is he doing? I can wait for a while."

Of course Hengrong didn't dare to let him in, the little mermaid cared so much about face nowadays, if he was let in and saw him kneeling on the ground bargaining with Bai Linhu, the little mermaid might kill himself on the spot.

He lowered his head to avoid the probing eyes of the leader of the Heavenly Dao, and said, "I'll call the Immortal Venerable out."

Xuan Huaijin raised his eyebrows. It's not convenient for him to go in. Is it convenient for this servant to go in?

Xuan Huaijin has no other advantages, except that he has a quick mind, and Hengrong went in to find someone. During the time he was waiting at the door, he had compiled more than a dozen short stories about servants and chief immortals in his mind. None of them can be played.

Hengrong didn't go in for a long time, but came out after a while. Jing Qishu followed behind him, with a calm expression, but there was a touch of red at the end of his eyes, looking... as if he had just cried.

Xuan Huaijin was taken aback by his own thoughts. He knew that his friend was not as cold and ruthless as the flower of Gaoling in the eyes of outsiders, but he was indeed a confused man with a paralyzed face... Such a strange situation, would he cry? ?

Don't you do something weird inside?

For a moment, Xuan Huaijin looked at Jing Qishu and Heng Rong in the wrong way. He remembered that Jing Qishu hated others touching him, and also hated others entering his room. Among the former servants, only Jing Qishu left the room. , to enter the room to clean up.

Hengrong combed Jing Qishu's hair on the first day he entered the Tiandao League. It can be seen that Jing Qishu likes this servant very much.

In addition, the servant looks handsome... Xuan Huaijin sighed twice, and said, "I see, it's the wrong time for me to come."

Jing Qishu: "???"

Xuan Huaijin coughed twice, and regained her composure: "I came to you to tell you that Qingyi found the exact location of the Demon Lord's cave, which is near Luming Mountain in Jinhua Prefecture. The conference is over, and she wants to go and see it with us."

Jing Qishu didn't know what the Devil's Cave Mansion meant to Tiandaomeng, but Xuan Huaijin said to go and have a look, so he nodded: "I see."

Xuan Huaijin said: "There is nothing else, you can continue."

Jing Qishu: "????"

continue what?

Xuan Huaijin didn't explain, turned around and left, Jing Qishu still remembered the little Bai Linhu who hadn't come out from under the bed in the room, glanced at Heng Rong, and left too.

Heng Rong rubbed his nose and followed behind Jing Qishu.

Jing Qishu pushed open the door, and Bai Linhu, who had been playing his temper and refused to come out just now, came out from under the bed at some point, and rushed towards him head-on, Jing Qishu had a rare smile on his face, and caught him Spirit Tiger, not being polite at all, put his hand on the thickest part of its fur and licked it.

It feels so good.

comfortable.

Jing Qishu let out a sigh of satisfaction, but before he could be happy, Heng Rong's voice with a suppressed smile came from behind him: "Immortal Venerable."

Jing Qishu turned around abruptly, only to see Heng Rong following behind him, the door was open, and everything that happened just now was seen by Heng Rong.

For a moment, Jing Qishu really wanted to blow himself up into a firework on the spot.

Just like that, "whoosh-snap", and then disappeared into this world.

But he couldn't, he could only look at Heng Rong with a slumped face, thinking about what to do in his head.

Heng Rong asked with a smile: "Immortal Venerable likes this spirit tiger?"

Jing Qishu: "..."

He was silent for a while, and then replied in a very small voice: "Yes."

Fortunately, Hengrong is very sensible, he didn't ask, but gave Jing Qishu a step down: "I also like this spirit tiger very much, it looks so cute, when the phantom became smaller just now, even the leader couldn't stand it." Stop, touch it twice."

The implication is that everyone likes it, even Jing Qishu likes it, so it's no big deal.

Jing Qishu was very satisfied with the answer, nodded and said, "This little thing is very spiritual, and people like it."

There was a small smile in the corner of Hengrong's eyes. From this angle, a beam of light happened to hit him, making his facial features more three-dimensional. In fact, Jing Qishu had already discovered that although he was a servant who always smiled, his body was alienated. But the feeling is very heavy, he always looks at other people with a light smile, as if he knows everything, but doesn't meddle in anything.

Including your own affairs.

For a moment, Jing Qishu really wanted to ask him.

Have you seen his fish tail long ago?It has long been discovered that he can't help but want to cry...but he never said it out.

However, the moment he opened his mouth, Jing Qishu swallowed it back.

He has been in this world for too short a time, and he doesn't trust others very much. These secrets... can be hidden for a moment longer, so let's hide it for a moment longer.

Although facing someone like Xuan Huaijin who treats the original owner sincerely, I can't help but feel guilty.

Jing Qishu hugged Linghu, his own indifference rarely appeared in his eyes, he said lightly: "I still need to practice, you should go out first."

Heng Rong was taken aback, and when Jing Qishu calmed down, he suddenly felt that the distance between himself and Jing Qishu had widened, and the crybaby little shark really felt a little indifferent... Let him clearly realize that nearly ten thousand years have passed between himself and the little shark.

Heng Rong suppressed the smile at the corners of his eyes, his facial features became sharper and quieter, he bowed his head and retreated, leaving the room to Jing Qishu.

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