European Emperor [Cultivation]

Chao Zong's knees rubbed his soft belly fiercely.

The white fur has clear stripes, the small face is wrinkled like a cat, but the body is much stronger than the cat, but he is very close to Chao Yan.

"This is... the white tiger?" Chao Zong looked down at the spirit beast, one of the Four Spirit Races. He should have gotten used to it by tomorrow, but...Compared to Chao Yan's attitude as if he had hatched a chick, he still felt like Some made a fuss, "How many hatched?"

Wuxia was attracted by the movement here, and had already come over and squatted down. When he saw it, the three souls who were immediately seduced by the white fluffy hair ball and the immature cry seemed to lose one soul: "Isn't this White Tiger?"

"No time to like white tiger?" Chao Yan asked.

Wuxia's blue eyes nodded repeatedly like water ripples: "I don't like it!"

"Then I'll give you this." Chao Zong picked up the back of his neck and threw it into Wuxia's arms, then looked at Chao Yan, "What else?"

No time: "!"

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