With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

Not to mention the two little guys, Song Yan's curiosity was also aroused and she wanted to know what they brought back.

As for the kid the old blind man was talking about, not even the two younger ones thought he was really a kid, let alone him.

The old blind man was unhurried, and ate slowly and elegantly. He was not at all like he did in the car before, where he wolfed down his food as if he had been hungry for hundreds of years.

Song Yu didn't expose him, and waited for him after eating.

The old blind man was full and drank another glass of freshly squeezed juice with satisfaction. Then he burped, looked at the two little guys and said, "Grandpa will take you to see some good things."

The little white tiger was seriously injured. After he came back, he didn't even get off the ghost train and was placed directly in Song Yu's yard.

The group was led by the old blind man. As they passed by, the sleeping little white tiger suddenly opened its big black eyes and looked over warily.

Song Ze and Fu Xun were held by the old blind man one by one. When they saw the simple nest on the coffee table, they were tied up like mummies. It was impossible to tell what they were. Their wide eyes were filled with clarity. doubts.

When the little white tiger saw the old blind man, obvious disgust flashed through his big eyes. When he saw Song Yu, he was filled with deep nostalgia and tenderness.

Song Ze asked curiously: "Grandpa, what is it?"

You can see it's plush, but with it wrapped like this, it's hard to tell what quality it is.

"Puppy?" Fu Xun observed it carefully and guessed.

The little white tiger was unhappy when someone called him a dog. He scratched the gauze off his head with his paws and raised his neck to show them.

Song Ze pulled Fu Xun and said seriously: "It's not a dog, it's a wolf, a white wolf."

The little white tiger whined in protest.

Fu Xun took Song Ze and boarded the ghost train. He walked up to it and observed it carefully. His eyes suddenly lit up and he pointed at its forehead with an excited voice: "Song Ze, it's a tiger. Look. Here is a king!"

Song Ze followed and looked over, looking left and right, squinting, and finally touched his chin, nodded, and said, "It looks a bit like the character "王"."

But it’s a bit too abstract!

The little white tiger raised his head, and his eyes filled with excitement. He finally recognized it. It was the king of beasts, neither a dog nor a wolf, Yingyingying.

"It's a tiger." Fu Xun confirmed his answer. To be 100% sure, he looked back at the old blind man: "Grandpa, is it a tiger?"

"It's a little tiger, a white tiger." The old blind man looked at them kindly, nodded and answered with a smile.

Moreover, this is a little tiger with the blood of the mythical beast White Tiger. I don’t know what kind of unparalleled good luck the couple had. The rare blood of the mythical beast in the world just fell into their hands.

The moment Song Yan saw the white tiger, he recognized it and felt the powerful power of blood in its body. He asked Song Yu: "Where did it come from?"

This is no ordinary white tiger, the power of blood in the body is very powerful!

Song Yu said casually: "I met you on the road."

Song Yan raised his eyebrows.

Song Yu immediately coughed and explained seriously: "Just last night, when we were passing through a mountain road, he fell from the top of the mountain and hit our car. He looked so bloody and miserable, so he rescued him."

Song Yan looked at her with deep emotion: "Your luck is incredible."

She can meet any good thing in this world.

Song Yu smiled and flattered: "I am lucky, the Song family is lucky, and uncle, you are also lucky."

Song Yan smiled fondly and said, "When you come back this time, don't go out wandering around. Stay at home for a while, have a good rest, and spend time with Zebao and the others!"

Although the two of them were said to be very powerful and had so many monsters and goons with them, as long as they were human beings, they would always make mistakes. If something happened to the couple, how would he explain it to his uncle?

Song Yu also wanted to rest, but he glanced at the old blind man who was talking to the two little guys over there, pulled Song Yan aside, and whispered: "Uncle, the old blind man saw me when I was a child, and he knew me right away. If he can recognize me, he can also recognize the traitor."

She briefly explained the origin of the old blind man and his relationship with her.

Song Yan pondered for a moment and said: "I know, but you must be on guard against others. I'll have someone check his details!"

The traitor was so smart, cautious, and slippery. After searching for so long, he still couldn't find any clues about him. Naturally, it couldn't be ruled out that the old blind man was not the person he sent deliberately to confuse their sight.

Song Yu nodded. She wanted someone to help her. She did not forget to remind her: "Uncle, be careful. Don't show any thoughts in front of him. He is very accurate."

Song Yan asked: "How does it compare with you?"

Song Yu did not hesitate: "The overall level is higher than that of my grandfather and me."

There are people outside the world.

She had always thought that her grandfather's metaphysics was the best in the world.

Song Yan also became serious, nodded and said: "I understand."

The old blind man, along with the two little guys, had already started to name the little white tiger.

Song Ze insisted: "Call it Dabai. Dabai fits its temperament very well."

Fu Xun argued rationally: "Call it the God of War, and it will be invincible and invincible in the future."

The old blind man said: "It's called Xiaochong. If you stand higher and look at it, does it look like a white caterpillar?"

As he spoke, he picked up the two little guys one by one, so that they could look down at the little white tiger.

"It doesn't look like it!"

The two little guys said in unison, even if they were similar, they were not alike. The name Xiaochong was not domineering at all.

The little white tiger who was named, whined and protested a few words at first, but later he didn't bother to pay attention to them, gave up the resistance, just let them go.

"Let's call it Xiao Chong." The old blind man decided directly.

"No." Song Ze protested and began to ask for help: "Grandpa, we have to vote. We can't have the final say alone. There are also my mother's uncle and grandpa. They haven't expressed their stance yet."

Done.

He looked at Song Yu and the others eagerly.

Song Yu thought for a while and gave him a name: "It fell from the sky. It didn't die even after falling from such a high place. It has very strong vitality. Let's call it Xiaoqiang!"

Song Ze's little brows were furrowed into caterpillars. Looking at his mother whose name was abandoned, she simply forgot about what she had just said about voting, and turned around and said: "Grandpa, let's choose from the three names just now. Take one!”