Chapter 362 Invisible Local Tyrant

Ow!

There was a yellow figure that returned and splashed with mud.

It was the black spotted siberian tiger with blood on its body.

And lying on his head, wet, nervous, pitiful, In the little axe with its bright eyes.

The siberian tiger lowered its head and snorted, as if it was getting too close to Fang Zheng, then its head arched in Fang Zheng's hand like a little pug, but the dog was a little big and had tiger spots.

"Do you have something for me?"

Fang Zheng, who failed the level eight tiger language test, looked a little confused, then extended his hand, half guessing and half confused.

The siberian tiger opened its mouth, and the thing that had been nibbling in it was spat out in Fang Zheng's hand with a clatter of sticky saliva.

Fang Zheng's face darkened.

There was an urge to let go.

But then he looked down and was surprised.

It wasn't a mouthful of phlegm, it was!

It was... A ghost coin.

A stack of coins,

Two stacks of underworld coins,

Three stacks of hades.

Looking at the three stacks of coins in his hand, Fang Zheng was stunned.

You don't have to guess the coin in front of you. It must have come from a dead dog. The key is, have you seen any normal animals that carry it with them?

So it must have come from an abnormal animal.

It's easy to guess.

However, Fang Zheng was surprised at how much good the zombie dog had done. He didn't expect it to be an invisible big A Local Tyrant.

There were three stacks of hades, more than the ones he had worked so hard to save.

Netherworld currency,

Also known as the Yin de qian,

It was a Yin de item.

Although the Yin de is unknown, there are ghost and god records in the underworld, so if someone accumulate more of the Yin de, god will repay him.

"So many Yin de qian, is this the former Yin de qian and the latter Yin de qian? How many good things did this honest dog's stupid dog do to save so much money? He's still an invisible A Local Tyrant." Fang Zheng looked at the three stacks of coins, and suddenly he was somewhat subverted.

As a human being, how could he be worse than an animal in virtue?

Is this worse than a beast?

He couldn't help but think of a little story:

Let's have a discussion. If you take this money, it will be an animal. If you don't take it, it will be an animal.

Fang Zheng looked at the coin in his hand without even hesitating to frown. He immediately put away the money in his hand and stuffed a wad of money into his left pocket. He stuffed a wad of money into his right pocket and stuffed the rest into his butt pocket. That revealed half of the underworld coins, a very tasteless image of the nouveau riche.

Fang Zheng, on the other hand, accepted the kindness of the stupid dog without any pretense.

Sometimes too much pretentiousness is not humility, but Yue Buqun.

Although he still did not know what the use of these coins was, Gao Shuhua once told him that these coins were of great use after the opening of Blessed Land!

When the northeast tiger saw that Fang Zheng had taken the token, it shook its head at Fang Zheng, ready to turn and leave. The little axe on its head also peeked at Fang Zheng timidly and curiously.

Fang Zheng watched as he shook his head and left, leaving a bloody paw print in the mud. Fang Zheng called out to the northeast tiger.

"Wait a minute. Since you're here to deliver the equipment and money, I can't say nothing. That would make me seem petty."

When the amur tiger turned around curiously, Fang Zheng's warm, gentle hand was already on the amur tiger's body.

What an enemy!

Naive first!

At first, the big siberian tiger was a little confused, but then, it sensed a warm, comfortable heat flow, which entered its cold body, where the hair was wet and the body heat was rapidly passing. It was so comfortable that it closed its eyes and enjoyed it, just like the warm, comfortable feeling of bathing on the beach.

At this moment, Fang Zheng's heart was a little heavy.

Under the observation of the enemy, he found that the situation of the northeast tiger was not optimistic.

A debilitating condition caused by chronic malnutrition.

There were also large and small old injuries from prolonged abuse and beatings at the zoo.

The bones in the left leg were deformed, probably from an old injury in the cub.

The condition of the internal organs was also not good.

Due to prolonged abuse and malnutrition, the tiger was still in its prime and showed signs of organ weakness. If it hadn't met him, the seemingly large tiger would have less than half the life span of the other tigers.

Fang Zheng silently circulated the naive qi in his body.

Over and over again,

With the help of the healing effect of naive qi, Fang Zheng dispelled the evil cold in the body of the siberian tiger, remodeled the tendons and deformed legs, and warmed the internal organs.

The miraculous part of the first naivety is vividly displayed here.

In any case, it was also the beginning of two runes. If there was nothing unique about the secret book of the chinese martial plane, it would not be considered as gradually having the chinese martial plane that got rid of the mortal power and gradually had the extraordinary direction.

As for the high weapon level, Fang Zheng did not dare to think that he could at least take over the nuclear weapons with his bare hands, right?

Even the hong kong version of "Wind and cloud" was only the martial arts of the middle level, faintly reaching the side of the high level of martial arts, but not really reaching the high level of martial arts, at most touching the ceiling of the middle level of martial arts.

The storm hit the city.

And in the vast expanse of heaven and earth, where there was no end before and no path after,

One man, one tiger,

He didn't move.

It became a harmonious scene.

The long malnourished pelt of the siberian tiger began to shine at a rate visible to the naked eye. Even the flesh and blood on the corners of his mouth and claws, which had been pricked by the barbed wire, were healing and recovering.

At this moment, the siberian tiger was no longer as thin as before. Now, its fur glowed with oil, and a pair of fierce tiger eyes, the repressed king of beasts, roared at the sky.

Ow!

Strong and imposing.

Like a king patrolling a mountain.

After the roar stopped, the tiger lowered its head and its huge head arched affectionately in Fang Zheng's arms. At this moment, under the long eyelashes of the small axe on the head of the northeast tiger, two timid and pitiful eyes looked at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng smiled casually, "Everyone has their share."

He waved at the ax in a friendly manner.

...

At some point, the rain began to subside.

The lazy man stretched, patted his butt, and slowly stood up. His wide clothes were still clean and did not touch the mud on the ground. At this time, there was no sign of Fang Zheng, nor of the tiger or the hatchet.

Thinking of the word "Thank you" that Fang Zheng had said to him before he left, the lazy man seemed to have thought of something interesting, the young face under his messy hair, and laughed.

"There's something interesting about this little brother."

This unruly, unruly night traveller stepped over and shrunk to an inch, and within a step, it was far away.

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