Chapter 237

Qin Ming and the little turtle began to quarrel fiercely. One wanted to cultivate the tiger cub into a super war animal and kill God, and the other wanted to cultivate the little guy into a tiger ancestor, breed and multiply, so as to become the number one in the future.

Qin Ming began to think that the dirty Turtle was fooling around. As a result, he scrambled and found that it was serious. Qin Ming was very angry and the demon was very happy. Only the little tiger cub looked at the "war" that determined its future with blank eyes.

Qin Ming was really tired of fighting at last, and was driven crazy by his perverse ideas: "don't even think about it! I want to take it with me, accompany me through all the battles, let it feel the war and accept the war. I want to make it into a super war beast. Even if it's not pure blood, I want to quench it into pure blood!"

The Little Turtle was also tired. He changed his tactics and no longer quarreled. Instead, he stood on Qin Ming's shoulders, grabbed Qin Ming's earlobe with his front paws, and earnestly advised him: "son, I am more than 11000 years older than you, and I have experienced more things than you. I can see through the troubles in the world."

"Why didn't you become immortal?"

"I saw through the world before I decided to sleep in the cave. I was closed. After thousands of years of wandering, I felt the sadness of the world. I wanted to purify the dirt in my heart and wash my tired soul. I was sublimating and detached. Look at me now. I am different from before. I am calm, comfortable and indifferent. I am holy from the inside out, and my shell is white 。”

"You're just a magic stick."

The little turtle has a model and kind of guidance: "You are still young and vigorous. It is understandable that you want to become stronger, but high-intensity fighting and exploration are not the only way to grow up. There are thousands of roads in the world. Why do you have to take the most tired and bitter one? You are still young. If you fall ill and affect your birth, it will be too late to regret in the future. It is almost impossible to grow to the highest level with your own strength It's impossible. Those people who have strong talents and can grow up quickly often have huge forces behind them. They have resources and conditions. That's not called liking leisure but hating work. It's called rational use of resources.

You see, we have a white tiger. We can use it to breed and multiply, and try to expand the number of ethnic groups. In the future, you can sell tiger cubs or open a shop for breeding, which can be used to exchange rich resources. You can have whatever you want, beauty, female turtles, weapons, precious medicine, etc. clearly, a precious medicine can break through the realm. Why do you have to work hard to explore? You can enjoy life again, It's a gift from heaven that you can grow rapidly and have hundreds of thousands of white tigers. "

Qin's life was quite depressed. If it weren't for his strong willpower, he would be brainwashed by it.

Lying obliquely on the spacious big bed, the demon teased the white tiger and said with a smile, "I think what the dirty turtle said is quite reasonable. Otherwise, you'll follow it."

The little turtle patted his paws and pointed out to the demon son that the child could teach. "Yes! The demon son is sensible. You are just stupid. Be good and obedient. Give me the tiger cub to cultivate."

"Save your strength, it's impossible!"

"You really annoy me. You like adventure. It's not necessarily. I guess it's a tiger who pays attention to the quality of life and doesn't like fighting."

Qin Ming fiddled with the chain: "I found it and I'm responsible for it. You, go to bed."

"I found it, didn't I?"

"I bought it. That's mine."

"Shameless!"

The demon son got out of bed with the tiger cub and turned leisurely in the room: "dirty ancestor, what's the hurry? You're tied with Qin's life. Where he goes, you'll go. You'll accompany him whatever he does. Are you afraid you don't have a chance to guide the little white tiger?"

The little turtle's eyes lit up. Eh, yes! Why did I forget this? Xiao Zu, I have more free time than you. I have plenty of opportunities to educate him. "Good, good, reward!"

It took a spirit fruit from the turtle shell and threw it to the demon.

"Xie Xiaozu." the demon son made a funny salute, playing with lingguo with a smile and teasing the tiger cub.

"Demon son, who are you standing on?" Qin Ming was so depressed that my good tiger cub was going to be defiled by the defiled turtle. He couldn't imagine the scene of the majestic war beast white tiger following the defiled turtle. His eyes were hot.

"Where's Lu Yao! Lu Yao!" suddenly, with a loud voice outside, a heavy step pressed on the floor and squeaked, pushed open the door of Qin Ming's house, followed by the store owner with a bitter smile. He wanted to pull but didn't dare to do it.

"Ma Dadeng?" Qin Minggang was about to lie in bed and be quiet for a while. When he glanced, there was a fierce strong man standing at the door, with exaggerated physique, heavy axe and black hair. He didn't need to look at it again. He was so impressed.

"I heard you hit the black ape with a punch?" Ma Dameng looks very embarrassed now. He is bare, with black hair, blood on his mouth, nose, ears and even eyes. His hands are bloody. It seems that he has just finished fighting with Hua Dameng, and it is still very hard.

"Don't you know how to be polite? What if we are making out." the demon son glanced at him and was very dissatisfied.

Qin life pulled the corners of his mouth: "reserved!"

Ma Dameng may also feel reckless. He scratched his hair, strode back, and pulled up the room's roaring voice: "Lu Yao? Are you there? Are you making out with your wife?"

"Pooh......" the demon son laughed directly and held the table laughing.

Qin Ming rubbed his forehead and moaned in pain. How did I meet such a guy.

"Lu Yao? Talk, are you making out with your wife? I can go in?" Ma Da Meng's voice was very high. The whole hotel was quiet, and then there was a roar of laughter. Even the people in the street stopped and looked in amazement.

"It's not over yet, wait." the demon smiled and teased him.

"How long will it be?" Ma Da banged at the door.

Qin Ming quickly got out of bed and said, "it's over. Come in."

The demon held the table and smiled miserably: "ouch, I can't do it. My stomach hurts."

Ma Dameng pushed open the door and walked in with big steps.

The shopkeeper looked straight and leisurely in the back. This door is made of top-grade Xiangwen wood, and the door panel is inlaid with Phnom Penh.

"Shopkeeper, please order some wine and vegetables. The more, the better." Qin Ming handed the shopkeeper three gold coins.

The shopkeeper immediately showed a smiling face, nodded his head and left quickly.

Ma Da Meng slapped his mouth, his momentum collapsed and his voice dropped: "do you have mine? I'm hungry, too."

"Yes! Eat together."

Ma Da Meng smiled and patted Qin Ming on the shoulder: "something will happen. There is a future."

"Who won with the flower hammer?"

"I must have won. I blew it 89 times in total."

"You're still counting?"

"That guy is a little capable. The heavy hammer is really powerful. Few people can last so long under my axe."

"Isn't he hurt?"

"I can't die. I'm stunned."

Qin Ming shook his head and fainted? The word is really picturesque.

The more the demon looked at the strong man, the more interesting he was: "why did you challenge him?"

Ma Daming, with a big knife and a golden horse, sat at the table, picked up the teapot and gulped: "my name is Ma Daming, his name is Hua sledgehammer, I use more than 3000 kg of axe, and he uses more than 3000 kg of hammer. I am nearly two meters high, and he is nearly two meters high. There is such a coincidence in the world. I finally came to the imperial city. How can I meet him?"

I guess so. Qin ordered to observe silence for three seconds for Hua sledgehammer. Poor thing.

"Where did you come from?" the demon looked at the axe closely, but it was full of strange black light. It was full of all kinds of scratches, not deliberately, but more like a trace of battle.

"Picked it up! There is a mountain temple on the mountain next to our village. It suddenly collapsed ten years ago. I went to have a look and took it out. It took the boss's effort to take it off the mountain at that time. As a result, it talked to me and taught me a set of martial arts. I left the mountain village and began to be a martial artist. It's much better than hunting in the mountain."

Qin Ming exchanged eyes with the demon son and asked, "what martial arts?"

"I don't understand what I told you. It's very complicated. There are six moves in total. I've studied them for ten years before I learned two."

Two moves stunned the flower hammer? Three demons in a row? Qin Ming looked at him deeply. He was brave and honest, not like bragging.

"How do you hang a bastard around your neck? Your taste is very unique." Ma Dameng suddenly noticed that Qin Ming was tied with a little turtle around his neck.

You are the bastard. Your whole family is the bastard. The little turtle turns his eyes.

Qin Ming fiddled with the white jade chain and smiled: "long life, auspicious."

"Is there such a thing? I'll hang up another day."