Chapter 99

Nanmao took off his crown.

The reason why the crown is a crown is that only the king can wear and take it off. If anyone else does it, it means blood.

"Psychic skill 87: forbid the king's spirit"

Nanmao sang softly, holding the two ears of the tiger's hat with his fingers. A mass of unknown energy like blue liquid ran out from under the hat, still connected to the hat and surging below, as if it were a mass of blue plasticine pinched.

The body was pinched out, the small arms and legs were pinched out, the claws were pinched out, and the tail was pinched out. Then Tang an saw that half of his head was an entity... That is, the original hat. Other parts were a small tiger with translucent blue energy.

Nanmao threw away the little tiger. The little tiger rolled on the ground and stood up with his head shaking.

At the same time, the same head shaking black tiger forward also ran in, saw the little tiger at a glance, rushed up without hesitation, aimed at the little tiger's head and scratched a paw.

He is worthy of being a black tiger forward... Tang an secretly admires him. Even if he looks at the cute little tiger, Tang an doesn't dare to act rashly considering the strange dangerous goods of Nanmao, especially the shadow left by the high wind power cat. Where is the courage of the black tiger forward.

Although the little tiger is not sober, it is a tiger after all. How can it be bullied by an idle cat? He followed without hesitation.

To Tang an's surprise, this claw didn't do anything to the black tiger forward, so the black tiger forward and the little tiger scratched each other and wrestled together.

"This is the tiger spirit, which embodies all the strength and spirit of Lao chongheihu, the most powerful leader of the tiger spirit clan at that time. After suppressing the rebellion of the tiger spirit clan, our cat spirit clan naturally wanted to deal with the chongheihu, so we refined the chongheihu into this crown, completely destroyed the soul and consciousness of the chongheihu, leaving only his strength and spiritual energy." Nanmao looked at the tiger spirit fighting with the black tiger forward and said.

"Did you refine the golden teeth general at that time?" Tang an felt that this kind of evil dark magic could erase the whole person's soul consciousness. It all belonged to the category of magic and dark magic. When he thought that he was also a golden teeth general, he couldn't help feeling sad.

Nanmao seemed to be waiting for Tang an to ask this, then the corners of his mouth tilted slightly, his eyelashes flashed, and the smile in his eyes was as noisy as the wind in winter.

"Don't refine me in the future, I promise. I'm the most loyal golden tooth general in the history of the beast spirit empire!" Tang an raised his hand, saluted Nanmao very standard, and shouted: "long live the king, long live, long live!"

Nanmao could not help frowning. The more serious the man was, the more Nanmao felt that he was just fooling around.

However, Nanmao didn't care so much with him and shook his head gently. "We didn't refine the golden tooth general at that time, because the dog spirit family, like the cat spirit family, inherited the purest blood of the golden tooth king, and the strength of the golden tooth general at that time was comparable to the king, which can be said to be comparable."

"It turned out that the dog spirit clan was once so powerful. It always felt that the dog spirit clan was a dog leg." Tang an sighed and felt sad again. After all, he is also a dog spirit clan and a golden tooth general.

But there seems to be a big gap... That golden tooth general must be a figure who is surprised by the situation. What about himself? Hey, but I'm an ordinary earth person. If I feel depressed because I'm not as good as the fairy in the fairy tale or the superhero in the superhero cartoon, isn't that crazy?

"When Jin Ya's mansion fell, this Jin Ya's army used all his strength to break the space... After we counted the battlefield, we never found the existence of Jin Ya's army again. He left the beast spirit Empire, and how many of his descendants he took away when he left again is unknown." Nan Mao stretched out his hand and looked at one of his fingers, "Maybe just one. After all, it's not easy to break through the space with the power of the body after fighting. What's more, you have to protect the safety of the blood you take away on the way to escape."

"This one is sang Mengmeng?" Tang an thought of his little dog. He felt weak after he fled.

"I don't know for the time being." Nanmao shook his head, "According to my estimation, the destination of general Jinya's escape is undoubtedly the earth. Even if the blood he brings is not sang Mengmeng, it may also be sang Mengmeng's ancestors... And general Jinya will probably die at his best after coming to the earth. Otherwise, as a dog spirit, sang Mengmeng cannot become a dog that is unattended and picked up by you."

"It's really a soul stirring story." Tang an is very moved by the golden tooth general. As his successor, Tang an is also proud.

Nanmao gave him a white look.

Reaching out to take off the hat, the tiger spirit disappeared without a trace. Nanmao put on the hat, and the black tiger forward was stunned. He jumped up and scratched Nanmao's tiger hat. Nanmao waved his hand, and the black tiger forward flew out of the window in mid air as if he had been knocked by a giant hammer.

"Our next task is to subdue sang Mengmeng and determine her relationship with that generation of golden teeth general." Nanmao pointed out outside the living room.

Sang Mengmeng came in with a plate. Dinner was ready and it was time to eat.

Spaghetti is not sticky, fresh and smooth. Sang Mengmeng also made two kinds of sauce, one with black pepper beef fillet and one with tomato sweet sauce.

Tang an eats beef fillet with black pepper, Nanmao eats tomato sweet sauce, and sang Mengmeng also eats beef fillet with black pepper.

As for the baked pumpkin with cheese, there is a big plate. Sang Mengmeng took a small plate and prepared some for the black tiger forward. Basically, the black tiger forward has no dietary taboos for ordinary pets and nothing it can't eat.

There were few dishes for dinner, but they were exquisite. With the quiet lights and the night outside the window, the atmosphere was still good. Nanmao thought about his mind and didn't care that Tang an and sang Mengmeng ate the same sauce, which can lead to many problems.

Nanmao bit a noodle and raised his head to pull it from the plate, but the noodle was very long. Nanmao straightened his waist and neck, but he still couldn't pull it out completely, so he had to use a fork to help. After eating, Nanmao felt that spaghetti was really stupid.

"I'll show you this book." he wiped the ketchup on the side of his mouth. Nanmao took his yogurt and handed the ancient Chinese Erotic story to Sang Mengmeng.

Sang Mengmeng is a little strange. Nanmao can even read books for herself.

On the cover was a picture of the spring palace. Sang Mengmeng couldn't help blushing and couldn't help glancing at Tang an.

This was seen by Nanmao. Nanmao sneered and said, "you two have had cross racial mating in the afternoon."

"No!" Tang an and sang Mengmeng deny it with one voice.

"Sang Mengmeng, go and get your bow and arrow." Nanmao drank the yogurt and sat on the sofa.

"Why?" Sang Mengmeng felt puzzled.

Tang an looked at her for unknown reasons, but didn't say anything. Is Nanmao going to start her so-called task now?

"Let's compare archery." Nanmao said faintly.

Seeing Nanmao's calm appearance, sang Mengmeng is excited. She's really not afraid to compete with anyone! Considering Nanmao's arrogant attitude, sang Mengmeng also wants to teach Nanmao a lesson.

After dinner, sang Mengmeng went back to the room to get the bow and arrow, but at this time, sang Mengmeng didn't underestimate the enemy... Nanmao may not be a simple little girl.

From the first time she saw Nanmao, sang Mengmeng felt something was wrong. She couldn't tell the details, but girls' intuition is often more reliable than the reality they see. The most important thing is that through communication with Tang an today, sang Mengmeng has determined that she is not the most strange and lonely creature in the world. If Tang an exists, there may also be Nanmao.

I've never heard that Tang an has a relative named Nanmao. Combined with all kinds of strange places, sang Mengmeng thinks Nanmao is likely to have a showdown with herself tonight, just like Tang an and herself.

However, sang Mengmeng can become a puppy with Tang an or roll around without clothes, but he and Nanmao certainly won't. If he can, sang Mengmeng hopes to take off Nanmao's skirt and shoot an arrow at her ass.

Still insisting on washing dishes in the kitchen, sang Mengmeng took two pairs of bows and arrows to the living room and said confidently, "Nanmao, how are you going to compare with me?"

Tang an has been told by Nanmao that she can only watch the play nearby... So Tang an looks at sang Mengmeng. Sang Mengmeng still changes into a white Kung Fu shirt, loose and soft, with a light body bound by a belt, slender legs and cool posture with a long bow.

Tang an can't help thinking that the war scene of the beast spirit empire is not a group of cats and dogs fighting like he thought, but such generals and soldiers, which is also very eye-catching.

Looking at it, Tang an was a little distracted and sighed again that sang Mengmeng's figure was really good and she was also very beautiful and lovely.

Yu Guang from the corner of the cat's eye has been paying attention to Tang an. The low-level means of beauty trick is indeed the best strategy to deal with men. In the history of human beings on earth, it seems that human men have not been promising since Helen thousands of years ago. Each one is as sad as longliyu.

Nanmao doesn't have the habit of suppressing his anger. He frowns slowly, but he still looks directly at sang Mengmeng.

"A woman's plump chest muscles don't mean strength. I really don't understand that you deliberately tighten your waist to highlight your chest muscles. Can this bring a sense of oppression to your opponent?" Nanmao said contemptuously.

"There's no such meaning. The competition between women always starts with their appearance and figure, that's all." Sang Mengmeng said proudly. Since Tang an became a lovely little dog today, sang Mengmeng has been particularly confident.

"Superficial." Nanmao dismisses, "competition is competition. It doesn't matter between women, between men, or between men and women, only between opponents."

"Well, my opponent, how do you compete?" Sang Mengmeng said, pointing to another bow and arrow.

Nanmao stopped talking.

"Peace is the most important thing, so far." Tang an couldn't help adding that he really didn't care much about the relationship between sang Mengmeng and general Jinya. He just hoped that both sides would be fine and don't tear down his house at the same time.