Fang Qiao was not surprised that Chen Jingrui knew about the Soul-Binding Rope.
Although he hasn't officially begun to cultivate internal energy, there are already signs of cultivation on his body. This is probably why he and his soldiers were transferred here.
Fang Qiao replied, "Okay, you can take it and use it. Just return it when you're done."
Chen Jingrui nodded slightly, picked up the white tiger cub by the scruff of its neck, and turned to leave.
The white tiger cub immediately let out a pitiful meow, its eyes darting around the room. It looked at Sweetie with wide, round eyes, pleading, "Meow meow meow, I won't leave, don't send me away..."
The soft, babyish voice, whose gender was indistinguishable, was deliberately drawn out, exuding the aroma of tea. If this tiger cub hadn't recently transformed and displayed its power, even Fang Qiao would have softened her heart.
Fang Qiao raised an eyebrow, her gaze towards it quite subtle.
This little tiger is so flexible!
As a child, Tian Tian lacks the rationality of an adult and finds it difficult to resist the white tiger cub's sweet words.
Sure enough, upon hearing this, she subconsciously took a step forward, her face showing hesitation and reluctance.
Seeing that this trick worked, the white tiger cub meowed and acted even more affectionately, making Sweetie's heart itch and causing her to be caught in a dilemma.
She wanted to beg her aunt to let the 'kitten' stay, but she knew in her heart that the 'kitten' was actually a 'tiger cub with sorcery', which was very dangerous!
She couldn't risk putting her whole family in danger just because of a momentary liking for them.
Sweetie was afraid she wouldn't be able to hold back her soft heart, so she resolutely turned her head away and refused to look at it.
Seeing this, the little Vermilion Bird laughed gleefully and said, "Hey, you stinky tiger, you're not a real cat, why are you meowing? It's useless!"
The white tiger cub's hopes were dashed. He was being held in mid-air by Chen Jingrui, and in a fit of impotent rage, he flailed his limbs and kicked at the air, glaring angrily at the little Vermilion Bird: "None of your business!!"
Little Vermilion Bird put her hands on her hips and snorted, "I can't gloat!"
The white tiger cub choked for a moment, gritted its teeth, and said irritably, "Fine, why not! Do whatever you want."
After saying that, it wilted like an eggplant that had been hit by frost.
It was dejected as Chen Jingrui grabbed it by the neck and carried it away.
Chen Jingrui led his men back into the rain, the torrential rain falling on them and seeping into the gaps in their raincoats.
The white tiger cub he was holding didn't get wet at all. It seemed as if an invisible protective shield had been formed around it, protecting it firmly. When the rain fell, it automatically slid to the side.
Chen Jingrui glanced at it: "Not pretending anymore?"
The white tiger cub snorted coldly: "The victor is king, the loser is villain. Do with me as you please."
"..." Chen Jingrui's lips twitched: "Where did you hear that word?"
A tiger that talks like a storyteller.
The white tiger cub blushed, its furry face turning red, but it didn't reply.
It would never admit that it learned it from movies!
I must say, the movies in this world are really good! And they're so convenient—just rip a big white cloth in the field and you're good to go! They're much better than the projection stones used in their cultivation world.
Unfortunately, it caused a stir as soon as it appeared; before the movie was even over, the people who were supposed to catch it arrived.
However, the white tiger cub wasn't too afraid, after all, it was a divine beast! So rare! These mortals certainly wouldn't have the heart to kill it!
Moreover, judging from the treatment of that bald chicken, it might not only be safe from harm, but it might even be worshipped!
Not only will they enjoy delicious food and drinks, but they'll also receive offerings of incense. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
The white tiger cub was filled with wonderful fantasies, but it never expected that Chen Jingrui would drag it into a large, empty room, and the first thing it would be greeted by was that two people in white coats would hold it down in a pool and grope it.
"Stop! Don't touch my tail!"
"Don't you dare touch the hair on my head!"
"Don't you dare touch my belly!"
"Don't you dare touch my claws!"
"No...cough cough!" Don't try to pull down my butt...
Before he could finish speaking, the white tiger cub slipped and fell into the pool, choking on a mouthful of bathwater in a sorry state.
Before it could catch its breath, it was lifted up by a pair of hands, placed on a blanket to be wrapped up and its fur dried, and then gently lifted up and placed on a tray.
A calm female voice came from beside me: "Male white tiger cub, weighing one and a half pounds, with no obvious physical disabilities..."
The white tiger cub turned its head and saw another person wearing a white coat writing in a notebook with a pen.
It thought that was the end, but to its utter surprise, the white-coated man who was writing put down his pen and pulled out a set of gleaming silver syringes to stab its front leg.
The white tiger cub had never seen anything like this before, and its eyes showed fear.
Help!!!!
Someone wants to kill the tiger!!!
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