The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 37 Revenge Is Not Overnight

Seems like that's all?
Forbearance a moment, calm, take a step back, a brighter future.

Through "The Art of Sending God", Feng Qing'an entrusted his perspective to Heishan, and he could empathize with it. He naturally knew how terrifying that tiger was.

When slaughtering those ordinary mountain wolves, they would die if they touched them, and they would be seriously injured if they were rubbed. Even Heishan, who had already turned into a demon, was shot flying out the moment he came into contact with it. It can be said that he had no power to resist.

This is true of Heishan as a monster, not to mention Feng Qing'an, who just got a part of the power feedback from Heishan, he has no way to deal with that vicious tiger.

"..."

Feng Qing'an squatted down silently, and put his palm on Heishan's blood-soaked abdomen, a faint spiritual light lit up on his palm, and in his field of vision, infinite spiritual energy roared, under his guidance Down, penetrate the body of Montenegro.

"Ow~"

Under the warmth of spiritual energy, Heishan's breathing changed from weak to strong. Because of rushing all the way home, the wolfhound, which was so painful that it fainted, slowly woke up. I don't know if it was blood or tears, falling from the corners of its eyes. .

"Sleep well! Tomorrow the sun will come up and it will all be over."

Feng Qing'an felt Heishan's sadness and unwillingness, so he could only comfort him in this way.

"Woo~"

Heishan's head hit the ground and let out a low whimper, like the howling of a defeated dog.

Hearing Heishan howling, Feng Qing'an felt uncomfortable, but he didn't stop it.

Because he knew how uncomfortable Heishan was at the moment, he withdrew his palm from Heishan's body. At this moment, its body's ability to carry spiritual power had reached a limit, and it was too much.

Feng Qing'an stood up, looked up at the bright moon and stars, her heart was full of aggrieved and angry, but she could only suppress it,
"When a man lives in the world, he should plan before acting, and when he is in adversity, he should bow down and wait for the right time!"

"It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years."

Whether it is potential or combat power, Montenegro lags behind the eye-catching white-fronted tiger in all aspects.

But this is only temporary. Hei Shan is only half a year old now. As long as he calmly helps Hei Shan improve his potential and exercise his combat power, sooner or later, Hei Shan will be able to tear that tiger demon alive.

Reassuring himself like this, Feng Qing'an turned around and went back to the room. Hei Shan's breath of life had stabilized, he didn't want to see Hei Shan's decadent appearance again, it was uncomfortable and troublesome to watch.

The tiger demon that suddenly attacked from the deep mountain was an extremely heavy blow to both Feng Qing'an and Heishan.

The accumulation and achievements of a month of hard work were destroyed under brutality and violence. Feng Qing'an didn't even know why this tiger demon suddenly attacked Montenegro.

However, among the monsters, there seems to be no need to discuss why, the weak are just preying on the strong, what else needs to be explored?It's like people don't discuss why livestock should be slaughtered. There is no reason, they just want to eat.

Feng Qing'an returned to the room, lay on the bed, closed her eyes, tossed and turned, but couldn't fall asleep.

Forbear for a while, the more you think about it, the more you get angry, take a step back, the more you think about it, the more you lose.

Feng Qing'an rolled up the quilt, turned over, but still couldn't fall asleep, he opened his eyes and sat up, when he was about to find something to vent, or simply practice, his gaze froze.

No candles were lit, and in the room where only the moonlight was falling from the window, streamers as fine as golden threads shone slightly. There was the place where the bookshelves were placed in his room, and on the bookshelves were the sage classics written silently by his elder brother. .

Feng Qing'an rubbed his eyes. In the darkness, the streamer was still shining, and his breathing suddenly became heavy. This time, he didn't use the "Exorcism Technique", and he saw it with his own eyes.

Hao Ran is righteous!

Although it is not as magnificent as the awe-inspiring righteousness in the eyes of Montenegro, it also means that Feng Qing'an is now able to notice things that cannot be seen by a mortal body.

But this is not the most important thing. After thinking about it for a while, he can know where the source of his change comes from. It is nothing more than the fact that he has replaced and started to practice "The Art of Gathering Souls and Nourishing Souls" that he has been practicing for a month.

This is something to be happy about during the day, but it doesn't deserve his attention tonight. He has more important things to do.

Feng Qing'an searched his room with his eyes, and soon found the book bag thrown on the table. The bulging book bag contained the books he needed to use in school.

However, these books that recorded the words of the sages did not show visions in his eyes. In the darkness, they were far inferior to those "collection books" that he placed on the bookshelf.

Therefore, Feng Qing'an opened her book bag and shook out all the books inside.

Then, looking up to the outside of the house, out of consideration not to disturb her parents' sleep, Feng Qing'an directly shouted to Heishan through the soul deed,
"If you want to take revenge, hurry up and come in. I'll give you a Liushen costume. Zhuo, I can't kill that big bug tonight. I write the character wind upside down."

Hei Shan, who was lying in the yard with dim eyes and crying, suddenly stood up.

Although it couldn't figure out how its master could help it overthrow the tiger, Black Mountain chose to believe out of instinctive trust, so it rushed into the room like a gust of wind.

Just as soon as he entered the room, Heishan saw that Feng Qing'an had a wild and proud smile on his face, holding a book bag in one hand, while the other hand kept stuffing books on the bookshelf that were blooming endlessly into it. .

Even at this moment, Hei Shan felt sad, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded by Feng Qing'an's actions.

"What are you doing in a daze? Don't come here!"

Feng Qing'an raised his head and saw Heishan entering the room. He looked at the stuffed bookbag in his hand, took another look at its size, and gave up the plan to stuff the eighth book into it.

"Ow~"

Montenegro let out a cry of doubt. It didn't realize the power of the golden streamer that was everywhere in its eyes and had no effect on it.

"Don't move, I'll carry it on your back!"

Feng Qing'an couldn't say anything, and pulled Hei Shan, which was already bigger than him at the moment, and stretched its claws from the rope of the book bag.

Because it is a small book bag tailor-made by Yin's for Feng Qing'an, even though Yin's made it relatively large considering the factor of body growth during the production process, it is also for Feng Qing'an, for Feng Qing'an As far as Montenegro is concerned, this book bag is quite uncomfortable to carry on his back, and it looks a bit funny.

But it is not without benefits, basically there is no risk of slipping, even if you run wildly, the book bag will not fall off, as long as the rope is strong enough.

"Go, find that big worm to settle the blood score!"

Feng Qing'an patted Heishan who was still injured, with a slightly ferocious smile on his small face,
"What kind of a gentleman, wait ten years of bullshit, the villain will take revenge, from morning to night, I will be a villain, revenge will not last overnight!"

(End of this chapter)