Poison Concubine Playing Evil King: Miss Beast Controlling

The four thick big paws of the white-haired tiger pressed tightly on the clouds, but the pair of huge tiger eyes stared at Feng Shitian closely. Now he was a little doubtful, could the woman in the red skirt know how to make pills? ?

Although he didn't know how to refine elixirs, he also knew that elixirs like Huatian Pills were usually made by a pharmacist like an old man. After all, they were high-level elixirs.

But no matter how you look at it, this woman in the red skirt is not an old man with gray hair and beard.

Cough, cough, cough, wrong, wrong, not an old man, this woman should be an old woman!

The white-haired tiger murmured to himself, but he had already observed carefully. Among the three of them, the woman in the red skirt was the most like a pharmacist, and she was the only one who would give out some pills casually.

Standing on the clouds, the white-haired tiger tilted his head, blinked his eyes, and seemed to be thinking seriously. Finally, he shook his head and made up his mind. Since he couldn't see it, he should try it himself.

So this guy's huge body rolled directly on the cloud, directly turning into a mimetic appearance.

So just now it was a majestic white tiger, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into a white kitten.

"Ho, ho, ho..." He patted his throat, and the white tiger, who had turned into a little white cat, stood on the clouds and practiced his meowing.

No, no.

Baihu shook his head, then raised his paw and patted his throat, saying that he had studied cat language very carefully, after all, sometimes it is very important to know a foreign language!

So "cough, cough, cough..." sounded again.

No, no, still no.

It's just that this white tiger still has a very persistent spirit, so this guy patted his throat again, and then tried to feel it again, and practiced meowing: "Wow, woof, woof!"

No, no, that's definitely not a cat barking, it's a dog barking at all!

I don't know how long I tried, until it was completely dark, Baihu still couldn't grasp the cat well.

After a whole night passed, Bai Hu only felt that his throat was about to burst into smoke. In other words, he was a very powerful spirit beast, but he couldn't hold back the hard work of this night.

Finally, when the first ray of sunlight lit up in the eastern sky, Baihu finally found the feeling of being a cat, so he opened his mouth: "Meow, meow, meow..."

Well, this time the meow was finally right.

So the white tiger slapped its paw on the cloud, and that little body leaped down from the cloud, and landed directly at Feng Shitian's door, and then carefully curled up his body into a ball, which is what cats seem to do. of.

Damn, it's just that the cat's body is much softer than the tiger's. It's really difficult for him to curl up to the cat's level.

But it took some effort, so it can be said that it is qualified.

"Meow, meow!" He tentatively yelled twice again, um, it sounds pretty standard.

So Bai Hu was completely relieved, and just waited for Feng Shitian to open the door, and then he meowed coldly, and then waited for this woman in red dress to give him a stunning glance!

I have to say that this white tiger has a good plan in his heart, but will things really go as he thinks?