Chapter 447: The Demons Are Coming
Mo Fan didn't like living in the holy land, as it made him feel like a dependent, so he took the little deer back to the cave.
After dismissing his attendants, Mo Fan summoned the little white tiger that had been in the beast bag for a long time.
As soon as the little white tiger came out, it let out a dissatisfied low roar.
"Roar..."
Mo Fan had locked it up for too long, and it hadn't been out for a long time, which made it very unhappy.
But after coming out, Mo Fan's strange and domineering aura surprised it a little, and it looked at Mo Fan with some surprise.
It rushed up suddenly.
It turned out that Mo Fan used the thirty-six transformations to transform into a monkey body, and the familiar aura of the little white tiger had long been gone.
After letting it out, there was no aura of Mo Fan and the little master Mo Qingkuang, and the little white tiger thought someone had murdered the master.
So it attacked angrily.
Mo Fan was also a smart man, and naturally knew what the little white tiger was thinking, and he dismissed his attendants because of this.
He quickly waved his hand to stop the little white tiger from attacking him, and silently chanted in his heart, dispersing his magical powers, revealing Mo Fan's body with white hair and white robe.
The little white tiger stopped.
This kind of reversal made its simple mind unable to react.
"Little idiot, can't you recognize it?"
Mo Fan smiled, raised his hand and rubbed the head of the little white tiger, which was almost as tall as him.
Feeling good, he rubbed it again...
The little white tiger realized that it was Mo Fan.
He quickly approached him affectionately, threw Mo Fan to the ground, and licked Mo Fan's head and face with saliva.
Then he sniffed Mo Fan from left to right, and looked at Mo Fan with big eyes again in confusion.
In his impression, Mo Fan should have no body, and now he didn't smell any scent of the little master Mo Qingkuang.
Seeing the little tiger's doubts, Mo Fan pushed the little white tiger away and wiped the saliva on his face.
He said sadly, "Qingkuang was killed by the bad guys."
The little tiger was furious when he heard this, and he let out an angry roar, which was quite majestic like a divine beast.
The hair on his body stood up, and he had already entered a fighting state.
It is conceivable how much of a blow it was to him to learn of Mo Qingkuang's death.
"Don't worry, we will take revenge." Mo Fan comforted the little tiger's huge head.
But the little tiger still roared low, furious.
"We will definitely be able to revive him in the future, don't worry! You have to work hard to practice, and when you have enough strength, you can help us in the future."
Hearing what Mo Fan said, the little white tiger calmed down a little, and big tears flowed from his copper bell-like eyes.
The big head nodded constantly.
"Okay, I took you out for a walk today to introduce you to new friends." Mo Fan also calmed down and introduced the white deer not far away to the little tiger.
The eyes of the little white deer were filled with shock, without any panic of the divine beast, which made Mo Fan feel that it was extraordinary.
But what he didn't know was that in just a few words, the white deer had already had countless thoughts flowing through his mind.
There was murderous intent, curiosity, doubt, and of course more shock.
The little white tiger turned his eyes to the little white deer, and the two looked at each other.
At the first moment, the little white tiger showed a curious look.
This cute little white deer was to its liking.
Maybe it was because they were both very white.
He blew gently and blew the little white deer up with the wind, swaying in the air, as if he was a little adult teasing a child.
The little white tiger's face was humanely seen by Mo Fan as a happy expression.
But Mo Fan clearly saw disgust and contempt in the eyes of the little white deer.
"Hahahaha... From now on, you will be called Xiaobai, and it will be called Licking Dog. You two will get to know each other and become good friends."
Mo Fan introduced the two beasts to each other, and unceremoniously assigned the name that Mo Qingkuang had prepared for the little white tiger to the little deer.
They are both white...
The little deer unexpectedly snorted when he heard this.
Although he did not refute, the disgust in his eyes was almost undisguised.
But Mo Fan didn't care. If you are not called Xiaobai, will you call her goddess?
You are so beautiful!
Besides, you are a male.
Ignoring Xiaobai's strange eyes, Mo Fan looked down on the little white tiger for trying so hard to get the little white deer.
The little white deer looked unmoved, and said, "I don't play with fools."
It looks a bit interesting.
Since Mo Qingkuang died for him, in this world, strictly speaking, he only has the little white tiger who raised him.
Taking out the soul-collecting pot from the Xumi ring, Mo Fan's thoughts were a little absent-minded.
His eyes were fixed firmly on the dark soul-collecting pot.
There was the soul of Mo Qingkuang.
"Qingkuang, don't worry, I will definitely resurrect you."
At the moment when he was not paying attention, the little white deer seemed to be unable to bear the boring behavior of the little white tiger, and could not help but quietly stretched out a hoof and kicked the little white tiger lightly.
The hoof was almost like a toothpick in front of the huge body of the little white tiger. It should be no better than tickling the little white tiger.
The little white tiger whimpered strangely, as if it was in pain.
Then the look in his eyes when he looked at the little white deer also had a hint of fear.
Hearing the strange whimper of the little white tiger, Mo Fan turned his attention.
The little white deer had already retracted its front hoof, and Mo Fan could not see anything unusual.
Just as he was about to say something, he heard footsteps coming in from outside.
Mo Fan quickly put the little white tiger into the beast bag and transformed himself into the appearance of the Monkey King again.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."
Soon, the old white ape hurriedly walked in from outside the cave.
"What's the matter?"
"Your Majesty, an envoy came from the Demon Capital and said that the four monarchs asked you to go to the Demon Capital."
The old white ape's face was a little ugly, and he looked at Mo Fan with some worry.
The little white deer beside him also had a strange look in his eyes, but he didn't take it seriously.
On the contrary, it seemed that the disappearance of the little white tiger made it rare to be quiet, and it knelt down lazily.
"Huh? Why did the Demon Capital suddenly summon me?" Mo Fan was slightly stunned when he heard this.
"The envoy's attitude was not very good. He said that you... said that you violated the taboo of the demon clan by claiming to be a great sage, and the four monarchs summoned you to the Demon Capital to ask for punishment." The old white ape replied.
He had long ago reminded Mo Fan not to be so arrogant, but Mo Fan didn't take it to heart at all, and told everyone he was the Great Sage Equaling Heaven.
This time the news reached the Demon Capital, and the four Demon Kings were all eighth-level beings.
Mo Fan frowned slightly when he heard this. This demon clan was too stingy, and they wouldn't even let him talk nonsense?
"Where is the envoy?"
"Outside the formation, it's the emperor of the Jade Wing White Tiger clan, but he can't come in yet."
"The emperor of the Jade Wing White Tiger clan?" Mo Fan was a little surprised when he heard this.
If his guess was right, this envoy was the father of the little white tiger?
"Got it, go and meet him."