Although Anthony used all his strength, he finally controlled the tail and whipped his enemy and the little kid who didn't know how to respect his elders.
However, due to his long-standing spiritual beast paralysis, the force he used to whip people with his tail was only what he thought was "ruthless." To the old dean and Mingyou, they were just swept by the fluffy tail.
"He's welcoming you to give him a rub," the old dean explained to Mingyou. "He's so happy that his tail is twitching. That's wonderful."
As a spirit beast master, Mingyou knew the tiger wasn't whipping people with its tail out of pleasure. But the pink plum blossom cushion in his hand felt incredibly comfortable.
I'll pinch it again, just once... Mingyou relied on the support of the old dean and pretended not to notice the embarrassment of the big white tiger, and continued to pinch the meat ball with the old dean.
The big white tiger rolled its eyes in anger, then closed them, and curled its ears into a horizontal line, too lazy to pay attention to the two men.
"The big white pink ball of flesh is the best." The old dean saw his lover from fighting hard to giving up. Although the corners of his eyes were still a little red, the corners of his mouth were already curled up.
This scene reminded him of the past.
As an old man, it is inevitable to recall the past. But he always tries his best to avoid recalling the past, recalling the time when the big white tiger was still majestic.
Anthony could sense his emotions. If he recalled the appearance of his past lover, the old dean was worried that Anthony, this awkward and stingy guy to the extreme, would be jealous of his past self, and then argue with him with stupid questions like "You loved me when I was young, and now that I'm old, you despise me, don't you?"
The hero is old and sensitive. Anthony doted on him when they were young, and now it's his turn to dote on Anthony.
But occasionally, it was nice to go back to the old ways of getting along. For example, when he pounced on her and pinched her meat pad, the big white tiger looked like it wanted to bite him to death but couldn't bring itself to do so. That was his daily source of happiness.
"Yeah, my Dahei's paw pads are black." Mingyou sighed, "Pink paw pads are so cute."
Arthur stood aside with his arms folded, sneering in his heart.
Silly You, what's wrong with my black flesh pads?! Can you change your bad habit of falling in love with every girl you meet?!
"The flesh pads of a biological cat secrete a hormone that relaxes people. Correspondingly, the flesh pads of a big cat, which is an energy body, will also emit energy fluctuations that relax the body and mind. Whenever you feel upset, sticking a big white cat's flesh pad on your face is more effective than any medicine." As the old dean spoke, he picked up the pink plum blossom flesh pad of the big white tiger and stuck it on his wrinkled old face.
Mingyou followed suit, also lifting the other pink plum-shaped meat pad of the white tiger and pressing it against his face, saying intoxicatedly, "Yes, although my Dahei's meat pad is black, it also gives people the same healing feeling as Dabai. But Dabai's pink meat pad is still more beautiful."
ARTHUR: So what's your problem with my black paw pads?!
Herman: Xiaoyou, do you remember that my name is also Dabai?
"Ahem." Arthur coughed dryly.
Mingyou shuddered.
Arthur telepathically replied, "It seems you need to explain not only what a pigcat is, but also the difference between black and pink pads."
Mingyou was petrified, and the pink pads of the big white tiger's flesh slipped from his petrified hands.
Herman: [Xiaoyou, did you see a white spirit beast and call it Dabai?]
Mingyou, who had just turned to stone, was weathered.
Oh no! Even the good-tempered Dabai is angry. I got too excited.
But this was a giant white tiger. White! A giant tiger! If he had encountered a giant white tiger in the wild in his previous life, he would have been so frightened that he would have burst into tears and peed his pants, then collapsed on the spot. How could he have the chance to pet a tiger?
Although he said that all large cats are big cats, he would not dare to face this group of big cats that look very fierce even if he had ten thousand courage.
So, he can pet a big white tiger in this life. This big white tiger is also his elder (Mingyou, who is registered in Arthur's household registration book, said shamelessly). After the elder recovers, he may not allow him to touch its ears, pinch its paws and play with its tail on the grounds of "respecting the elders". If he doesn't pet it now, wouldn't he lose billions?
Mingyou cried bitterly in the mental communication "group" of his partner's spirit beast, and almost threw a tantrum.
Arthur smiled faintly. "Alright, I won't settle this time. Just go ahead and pinch it until you're satisfied. You'll be questioned by us later anyway, so you might as well do more. Didn't you say you wanted to touch its ears and play with its tail? Go ahead, and treat it as a palpation."
Herman and Arthur, who acted as backdrops, and the other furries all looked at His Royal Highness Prince Arthur with indescribable complex expressions.
Is it more important to make your dear uncle embarrassed than to be jealous yourself?
Arthur thought to himself, who was this uncle who had always caused him psychological trauma when he was a child? When he and Dabai ran away from home, it was this uncle who joked with him, saying that your brother is a golden lion and you are a black house cat, and you must have been picked up.
It happened that his brother and sister-in-law were busy with work at that time, so he became a left-behind child. He was feeling uncomfortable and was deceived by his uncle, so he ran away from home with Dabai. He was then beaten up and put in solitary confinement.
From then on, he made up his mind to take revenge.
Unscrupulous adults who think that children understand nothing and talk nonsense in front of them, causing the children to behave strangely and then laugh, should remember that they will grow old one day and then the retribution will come.
He was very generous, so it was not too much to ask his uncle to donate some ear and tail pads for his son Chunyou.
Herman also remembered the experience of running away from home with Arthur when he was a child. The little white bear in his heart clapped silently.
As long as he can make the old prince lose face, it doesn’t matter if he changes from “the only big white bear” to “his own big white bear” in Xiaoyou’s heart.
Yan Yi didn't know why Arthur and Herman had united. He and the other fluffy guys privately complained about how messy your entertainment industry was, without them and Mingyou, and then silently agreed.
Anyway, he wasn't the one being disliked for his meat pad, nor was he the one whose name was given to someone else. If the person involved wasn't anxious, why should he be anxious?
After Arthur and Herman agreed, Mingyou immediately dipped the weathered sand in some saliva from the white tiger's fur, glued it back into human form, and then continued to pinch the white tiger's big pink meat ball.
Anthony watched this scene with his eyes half-closed, knowing that this young beast master must have reached some kind of exchange of views with this group of disrespectful little fellows.
Lao Zong couldn't see it, but he discovered the special energy field among this group of people, which was definitely used to convey messages.
Was this also a new way for the young spirit beast master to develop and utilize his supernatural powers? Instead of a one-on-one mental communication, he directly opened a group chat channel? If other spirit beasts could learn this trick, then coordination would be much easier when large armies of spirit beasts fought.
"Uncle Zong, can I help Uncle Anthony check now?" Although Herman agreed to let Mingyou continue to pinch the white tiger's pads, Mingyou was very sensible and changed his words and no longer called the white tiger Uncle Dabai.
"Show it to Annie quickly." The old dean noticed Anthony's dissatisfaction and changed his words.
Look, he really doesn't like being called Dabai, but when you call him Annie, he accepts it. His big white cat is so easy to please.
Mingyou began to abuse his power for personal gain. He moved the white tiger's fur while examining its body.
Anthony was about to hit Mingyou with his tail again.
"What are you doing?" The old dean grabbed his big white cat's tail and said, "Xiaoyou is checking you out, don't mess with me."
Anthony yelled, "Why is he pinching my ears, scratching my chin, and trying to move my stomach during the physical exam? This guy definitely has bad intentions!"
The expression on Mingyou's very deceptive baby face was simple yet innocent, with a hint of confusion in it, which made the old dean feel very distressed.
Mingyou's partner spirit beasts all posted exclamation marks in the "Mind Communication Public Group".
Arthur was shocked: "Who did Chunyou learn this acting skill from?!"
His subordinates all locked their mental powers on His Royal Highness Prince Arthur, as if they were standing in line +1.
Arthur: "...It's not me, it's definitely not me."
His subordinates: "Haha." "If you keep company with vermilion, you'll become red. If you keep company with ink, you'll become black. If you keep company with a big black cat, you'll become black too." What else is there to speculate about?
Arthur once again thought about firing all his subordinates. If it weren't for the fact that these subordinates were very capable and enthusiastic at work, allowing him to slack off, he would have fired them all long ago.
"How long are you going to hide your illness and avoid seeing a doctor? In the eyes of doctors, you are just a piece of meat with fur! Can you please stop feeling so good about yourself? Besides, Xiaoyou already has a cute big cat like Arthur. What's so good about touching an old cat like you with dull fur, shriveled muscles, and protruding bones?!" The old dean roared while grabbing the big white tiger's ears.
Anthony hurriedly said, "Stop twisting it! You're twisting it 180 degrees! My ear is going to fall off! Is my sense returning just to make it easier for you to twist my ear? I know, I know! I told you to stop twisting it!"
The old dean lowered the big white tiger's ears, and his ferocious expression returned to that of a kind old grandfather. He smiled and said, "Xiaoyou, it's okay. Just continue. Don't spoil him."
Mingyou was stunned: "...Well, okay." Uncle Anthony looked very majestic and willful, but it turned out that he was the legendary henpecked man.
Big cats can stick their ears to their foreheads, so it seems like they are really henpecked?
Mingyou continued to move the big white tiger while sharing the latest jokes with his partners.
Arthur's expression was cold and he couldn't smile.
His subordinates were very supportive and told Mingyou that the joke was well-made and really funny (it was really funny that it foreshadowed the future of His Highness).
Mingyou smiled and said, "Although I have symptoms of long-term malnutrition and multiple hidden injuries that have not yet healed, my energy body's self-repair ability is truly amazing. As long as I replenish enough energy, I will be able to regain my vitality."
"Actually, I've been conducting experiments with Professor Neil. Perhaps, although energy bodies like spirit beasts are constrained by biological bodies, the biological body's control over energy bodies may not be as strong as we imagine. In the past, energy bodies were constrained by biological bodies because they could not replenish their own energy and had to be fed back by biological bodies."
"But if the energy body absorbs enough energy to be self-sufficient, the connection between the two forms will only be the soul." Mingyou expertly took out various diagnostic tools and assembled a special operating table. He then lifted the two-meter-long tiger and placed it on the operating table. "However, energy bodies also have a lifespan. As they age, the density of the energy body will gradually decrease, which will manifest as a decrease in strength."
Anthony was full of questions.
This little guy is really strong. But isn't it a bit rude to an old man to carry me like this?
When Anthony was flipped over by Mingyou, with his belly facing up and his limbs fixed on the table, the question marks in his head turned into exclamation marks.
The big white tiger's face was horrified: "Ahhh, what do you want to do! What are you going to do!"
"Do a simple treatment." Mingyou asked Xiaotian to control the lights.
"We have a special treatment room here." The old dean was very confused when he saw Mingyou suddenly set up the operating table.
"It's just a simple treatment. No special equipment is needed." Mingyou touched his long bangs, took out a hairpin from the system backpack, and clipped his hair to the top of his head, forming a small bun. "It'll be done here."
The old dean looked at the equipment Mingyou took out and felt very strange.
He glanced accusingly at Arthur, who was still watching the show with his arms folded. What kind of harsh environment is this? How come Xiaoyou is like a battlefield doctor, able to set up a treatment table and enter treatment mode anytime, anywhere?
Even though he'd become a human, Arthur was still very sensitive to human emotions. He understood the old dean's rebuke and replied, "Xiaoyou sets such high standards for himself that he's paranoid. He always wants to fill his backpack with everything he can use, so that if the world ends, he can still help us survive."
Arthur used to wonder how Mingyou developed this personality, but when he learned how big his "space backpack" was, he began to understand.
If he had a space backpack that could hold almost the entire planet's supplies, he would stock it with everything he could think of.
Isn't it nice to be a hoarder? Isn't it nice to be able to take out what you want anytime, anywhere? Even if the world ends, wouldn't it be safe to be able to rely on your own reserves to feed the people you care about?
Mingyou told him that his backpack could be further upgraded. Arthur had already decided that when Mingyou's backpack was upgraded to the point where it could even hold a spaceship, he would stuff a fleet into it.
He was already going through the procedures for establishing a new fleet. Although rebuilding the special spacecraft and going through layers of approval would take a long time, as long as he thought about the future where Mingyou would be able to take out a space fleet from his backpack at any time, and he and his ten subordinates would each be able to control an armed spacecraft to lay waste to the world, he would not care about any more complicated procedures.
What's a field hospital? His and Mingyou's goal is to carry an entire fleet with them.
The thought of a special operations team whose ranks were all major generals made Mao's blood boil.
Blow it up for me!
"I understand." The old dean didn't know what was going on in his mind. His expression darkened for a moment, and he looked at Mingyou with a look full of pity.
Herman said on the "Public Channel": "Dean Zong may think this is a sequelae left after Xiaoyou's home planet was destroyed."
Others gave him thumbs up.
That's right, that's what Dean Zong must have thought. The story that His Highness and His Majesty had created for Xiaoyou was truly remarkable. They could even justify any of Xiaoyou's outrageous behavior.
Mingyou grumbled to himself. When playing holographic games, many players shared his hoarding addiction. In a peaceful game where even being killed wouldn't drop anything, how could he possibly deserve the unlimited inventory privilege his two uncles had given him if he didn't become a hoarder?
Now, the system backpack can be expanded using knowledge points, and the knowledge points used for expansion are very cheap. Of course, he would fill it up as much as he could. If there was ever an emergency, such as a Zerg resurgence, he could immediately join his partners in the battlefield without having to mobilize supplies.
Mingyou has received more than a month of education on the common sense of the Star Alliance. In addition, the authority level assessed by the Star Alliance to him is already the highest level. He already knows the details of the war against the Zerg.
His spirit beasts were fighting bravely on the front line, but a group of old stubborn people behind him wanted to use the war to gain power and benefits, and they were madly hindering them and even withholding supplies from the frontline soldiers.
These old fools should be court-martialed! They should all be taken to the Martyr Star and shot immediately!
When Mingyou watched the video footage of Arthur leading his assault team to attack the Elders Council of the Academy of Sciences and stealing supplies, he was so angry that his fists were clenched until veins popped out, his teeth were grinding, and his eyes were bloodshot.
According to Daikoku, he was court-martialed for this. After returning to human form, the only time Daikoku was away for more than a week was to attend his defense hearings. Although Daikoku was ultimately acquitted, Mingyou was already spurred to throw a boulder at the door of the Council of Elders.
They were asking the frontline soldiers to turn around and "steal" the supplies they were supposed to have? And they even had the nerve to complain? How dare they?! Mingyou's heartache for his own spirit beast, and his anger at those scum who insulted them by calling them bastards, pierced his heart like thorns.
Since then, Mingyou has changed from a passive hamster hoarder to an active and crazy hamster hoarder.
He didn't understand any power struggles. He would only use his golden finger to ensure that his spirit beast would never suffer such insults again.
"Stock up on more stuff. I'll be able to take care of Dahei and the others if they're stuck with supplies again." Mingyou said angrily, "It has nothing to do with my home planet. I simply can't stand my own spirit beasts being bullied."
Mingyou said this while fiddling with the acupuncture tools.
"So that's how it is." The old dean frowned as he recalled what happened a few years ago. "We can't do anything to them now, but they are like grasshoppers in autumn. We will slowly settle our score."
The methods they used at the time were very "clever". If you say they broke the law, you will never be able to find any evidence.
Is it wrong to double-check supplies before sending them to the front lines? Is it wrong to hold them for a few more days because they haven't gathered enough? Is it wrong to delay shipments because the routes are too dangerous? What's wrong with delaying the war? The battlefield is ever-changing, and we've already done our best.
Your spirit beasts suddenly showed up to steal our supplies, disrupting our entire logistics plan. If it weren't for your great contribution, Arthur, I'd definitely send you to jail this time!
But if they can't find any evidence and can't convict based on this incident, they can find other excuses.
As long as Arthur was alive, the power he held would allow him to slowly push these people away from the center of power. Then, he could bring them down one by one and settle all the old and new scores together.
A power struggle is like fighting in a quagmire: every movement is slow, and if you're not careful, you'll sink into the abyss. But they're on the edge of the quagmire, while this group has already walked into the center. They're courting their own doom.
Although the old dean looked down on this group, he knew they had already realized their impasse. After Mingyou's appearance and the subsequent overthrow of the original foundation of spiritual animal studies, they had lost even the strength to fight back. But he was very pleased that Mingyou had such a heart and such awareness.
Even if this situation is unlikely to happen again in the future, it is good for Mingyou to be prepared.
As long as the children are happy.
Mingyou said, "Yes, that's right. That's why I'm fully prepared. Don't move. If you move, it will be very troublesome to find the needle in the haystack."
Mingyou said as he pulled out a silver needle as long as his forearm from the box.
Anthony, the big white tiger, was so absorbed in listening to their conversation that he forgot to struggle. The hair on his tail, the only thing he could control, stood up. He wanted to struggle frantically, but found that he could not move at all because of the spirit beast paralysis.
"Ahhh, what are you doing? Looking for a needle in a haystack?!" Anthony tried to use his tail to stop Mingyou from getting closer, but this was obviously too much of a burden on his tail.
"Acupuncture. Although I call it silver needles, they are actually a special metal refined from various energy ores with excellent energy conductivity. My heart power can penetrate your energy body through the silver needles, injecting my heart power into your blocked energy nodes, opening up your energy circuits and guiding your energy flow."
"Don't worry, Dahuang has tried it and the effect is very good." Mingyou looked at the Dahuang monkey.
The big yellow monkey had a blank expression. "Yes, it works really well. By the way, let me add to Xiaoyou's story that finding a needle in a haystack is a joke he invented himself. The haystack refers to his mind."
Anthony, the big white tiger, was so full of energy that he felt like he was going to explode: "Master, save me!!!" Murder!!!
"Acupuncture? I've heard some planets have this special medical method." The old dean said worriedly, "Xiaoyou, I'm not doubting your skills, but doesn't this needle need to be sterilized?"
"No, energy bodies are different from biological bodies and won't be infected by bacteria. I'll wrap the silver needle with energy to trick the energy body into thinking it's part of it," Mingyou said. "It won't hurt at all. Dahuang can attest to that. It's just that for people who are afraid of needles, the visual effect is a bit scary. That's why I assembled the operating table and immobilized Uncle Anthony."
"Acupuncture can restore Uncle Anthony's body to consciousness for a short period of time. I'm afraid that once he regains control of his body, he'll start moving around. Even though the silver needles are very strong and unlikely to break, looking for a needle in a haystack is just a joke," Mingyou consoled him. "But the visual effect of the needle stirring around in his mind is probably not much better than looking for a needle in a haystack. So, Uncle Anthony, don't move around."
It wouldn't hurt, but judging by the excitement of the white tiger, it was probably a spirit beast that was afraid of needles, just like Da Huang. If it saw the needles stirring in its head, it would definitely be frightened and have a psychological trauma.
Alas, look at our other furry friends. They were calm and composed when receiving acupuncture, chatting and laughing, and even playing games.
Patients who are afraid of needles are really troublesome.
The big yellow monkey heard Mingyou's disgusted voice and wanted to punch his new brother twice.
They're not sticking needles in my head! If you were to stick needles in my arms, legs, back, or even stomach, I wouldn't be afraid. But you're sticking needles in my head! How can that be the same?
"If you're really scared, why don't you tie your eyes?" Mingyou suggested kindly.
I wonder if old spirit beasts will develop other age-related illnesses, like heart disease. Energy bodies shouldn't have as many problems as biological bodies, right?
"You're so pretentious! When your leg was blown off, you managed to maintain your spirit beast form for a whole year, allowing it to grow back. Now, why are you so scared of even a needle?" The old dean understood Mingyou's explanation. Is this similar to an energy probe? It's just manual. What's so scary about that? Has Annie become less courageous as he's gotten older?
Seeing that there was no hope of getting help, Anthony the White Tiger could hardly hide the gloating on his little nephew's face, and his naive lover was easily brainwashed by the hateful little guy, so he gave up struggling.
"Go ahead, stab me. I'm just a bunch of old bones left, do whatever you want to me." Anthony tried to gain sympathy from the seemingly easy-going young beastmaster by playing the victim.
"Okay, thank you Uncle Anthony." The seemingly easy-going little beast master was actually mentally retarded. He didn't understand that he was trying to be pitiful, and even smiled at him obediently.
Mingyou, smiling sweetly, raised a forearm-length silver needle and, with steady precision, stabbed it into Anthony's white tiger head. The needle silently pierced the energy body, sinking halfway into it in an instant.
From the visual effect, Mingyou's silver needle seemed to be about to pierce the poor white tiger's head directly.
The old dean almost screamed out loud. However, he found himself enveloped by an energy field, his limbs felt heavy, and he was unable to make any movements, not even to speak.
Arthur looked at the old dean, raised his right index finger, and placed it on his lips: "Shh, don't disturb Xiaoyou's treatment."
The old dean was complaining in his heart.
He finally knew why the big yellow monkey suddenly left the room.
Is this a psychological trauma from the acupuncture? A needle that big, only halfway in, who wouldn't be terrified? Acupuncture isn't like that!
Of course, the old dean trusted Mingyou very much - he trusted Mingyou brought by Arthur. Arthur said it was no problem, so Mingyou would definitely be able to handle this matter.
But the visuals are truly horrifying. Mingyou should have issued a high-energy warning and kicked out family members like him. It's like a doctor performing surgery. While opening the stomach is a normal part of the procedure, it would definitely terrify the average person!
"Because in Xiaoyou's mind, this really isn't a scary thing. He asked you to stay so you could learn and help your uncle with acupuncture in the future." Arthur used his mental power to speak directly to the old dean. "If you can control your actions and voice, I'll cancel the telekinetic field and you can come closer to learn."
The old dean gritted his teeth. "Retreat!" "I was a fierce warrior fighting on the battlefield alongside Annie when I was young! How could I be afraid of such a small battle? Xiaoyou has taught him his unique skills step by step. Even if he can't learn it, he will put all his energy into learning!"
Arthur smiled silently and removed the telekinetic field from the old dean. The old dean took a few deep breaths and approached the operating table.
Acupuncture was indeed a very easy task for Mingyou, whose mental strength had increased several times over. So while he used silver needles to guide the energy field in the white tiger's head, he distracted himself by eavesdropping on Arthur and the old dean's conversation.
When Arthur tore off the energy field surrounding the old dean, he smiled with ease and began to explain the acupuncture process to the old dean.
While he was explaining, Xiaotian kept scanning Anthony the White Tiger's body data, recording every subtle change in energy.
Xiaotian secretly sent a message to Arthur: "This experimental material is really great (^з^)-☆."
Arthur smiled.
Of course, it took him a long time to select Anthony, so how could it not be great? It seems that Xiaoyou's research will soon make new progress.
When Mingyou was giving acupuncture, Anthony the White Tiger was not so scared anymore.
Because he can't see.
He only knew Mingyou was inserting needles, but he couldn't see where or how deep the needles were going. As a spirit animal, he should have been aware of everything around him, even without seeing. But who had made him paralyzed? As a paralyzed person, he had long lost his keen sense of his surroundings, becoming "blind and deaf."
He was in great pain before, but now he is relieved.
Fortunately, I couldn't feel it, otherwise, with my keen sense when I was young, I would have scared myself to death.
The young man looked pure and kind, but with a kind and well-behaved smile on his face, he took a silver needle as long as his forearm and stabbed it into the beast's head without hesitation. This contrast made the young man look like a pervert.
horrible.
Anthony has stopped worrying about Arthur taking his anger out on Mingyou.
He doesn't dare.
He offended a pervert who would stick a needle into his head with the kindest and most innocent smile, and this pervert will continue to treat him in the future. How mentally retarded and depressed is he?
He was so scared. He was a very flexible person. When he got better, he would go find... Arthur and settle the score.
Anthony thought that his nephew was much less dangerous than this little beast master.
Mingyou breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Anthony calm down.
Although Anthony's nervousness had no effect on his treatment, he still didn't want the spirit beast to suffer too much while being treated.
Moreover, this pain does not exist at all, it is completely made up in their imagination, which makes Mingyou very helpless.
"Do you feel a comfortable warm flow in your brain?" Mingyou asked softly, "My energy is helping the energy core in your brain to recover."
"Uncle Zong, come here, hold the silver needle in your fingers. I will guide your mental power to sense the energy in Uncle Anthony's brain." Mingyou said to the old dean, "Don't worry, it's safe."
The old dean hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and listened to Mingyou's instructions. He pinched the needle with his fingers and said, "Arthur, help me control my body and stop my fingers from shaking."
"It's okay to tremble, uncle can't feel it." Although he said that, Arthur still helped a little, so that his two uncles would not suffer from psychological trauma and delay Mingyou's promotion of medical packages for the elderly.
"Do you feel it?" Mingyou enveloped the old dean's body with the power of his mind.
When he knew that the spirit beast was the top psychic, he tried to use the power of his mind to resonate with ordinary psychics.
He discovered that the power of the mind was much less effective on biological bodies than on energy bodies, but it was still effective, especially when the other party completely trusted him and opened their hearts.
The old dean trusted him very much, but he didn't open his heart to him completely. He just guided him to sense the energy fluctuations of the energy body, and there was no need for such a close bond.
Others couldn't see it, but he could see the harmonious energy field between the old dean and the white tiger when they were together. This bond was the prototype of the power of the heart.
Perhaps the old dean's body and abilities are already very weak, but this will not affect the growth of the old dean's mental power.
As long as there is a soul and emotions, it can generate mental power. Mental and physical strength only affect the use of mental power.
In other words, if the old dean just wanted to communicate with the big white tiger and wanted to use his mental power to understand the big white tiger's situation, and did not use his mental power to assist in the battle, he would not consume his mental and physical strength.
In peacetime, this is enough for spirit beast breeders. Assisting in combat is the job of soul trainers.
After Gu Hai, Mingyou met another person with the rudiments of telekinesis. He was inevitably excited and wanted to help the other person grow immediately.
It would be even better if this person is a relative of our own Dahei.
"I see." The old dean was shocked. "So this is how Spirit Beast Paralysis manifests in the energy body."
"Yes. When the energy is insufficient, the energy body will automatically go dormant. If they master the technology to concentrate the spirit beast, they can shrink the energy body and resume normal operation. However, with the current thinness of their energy body, after shrinking, it will probably be a bit too small." Mingyou said, "Maybe only the size of a thumb?"
"Isn't that great?" After Mingyou's permission, the old dean loosened his fingers. He looked at his lover with malicious eyes, "I can hold him in the palm of my hand."
Anthony the White Tiger's ears moved uncontrollably.
Wait, the look on your face doesn’t mean you want to hold me in your hands, but rather you want to crush me to death!
"I prepared a miniature bed and a miniature amusement park for him, just like the Lilliput Land we saw in fairy tales as children. It's so easy and hassle-free, and it's so easy to raise him," the old dean said with emotion. "You have no idea how destructive he was when he was young."
"I know that my partner breaks the furniture every day. They are occasionally affected by their animal nature and feel itchy." Mingyou let the needle stay in the big white tiger's head, took out another needle and continued to prick.
Yan Yi's eyes were a little distracted.
It's not me, it's not me. The one who likes to use furniture, walls and floors to sharpen his claws and teeth is not the Big Bad Wolf or the Little Bad Wolf.
"So it's so nice to be smaller. I can get new furniture for him every day and never have to worry about household expenses again. We're so poor." The old dean sighed, "Spiritual beasts are hard to raise."
"Yes, there are too many places to spend money. I must work hard to make money so that every spirit beast in my family can fully release its nature." Mingyou took out the third needle, the fourth needle, and the fifth needle, and kept prickling.
The old dean's eyelids twitched. In the time it took him to say a few words, his big white cat's head was covered in silver needles, like a hedgehog.
Did he really want to learn this? Even if he did, could he control his lover and make her obey him?
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