Traveling through the beast world

Chapter 215 Building a New Home (3)

The two paws were holding the tiger's ears, but it was a pity that after being demonized, his body was several times bigger. The two tiger ears were like plantain fans, and Song Weiwei's head could be inserted into his ears.

"The stinky tiger wants you to spray me again, let you spray me again! I'll kill you!" Of course, Song Weiwei was not willing to hit him, but just scratched his earlobe with two little fingers. Song Weiwei knew that the ear was his sensitive place.

Once she accidentally kissed his ear, and then he seemed to be possessed by a demon. Since then, she never dared to touch his ear. He still has a sensitive place, which is his chest, but he seems to like it very much. She touches this place.

Sure enough, after Song Weiwei scratched his earlobe a few times, his tiger head started to move, because Beimingxuan cast an illusion on him, and he couldn't exert much strength on his body, otherwise Song Weiwei would dare to tickle him.

Heihu just dodged, whimpering like a threat, and he didn't have the momentum to hit her with the poop just now. Song Weiwei knew that he must be very itchy now, and the more he scratched, the more vigorous he was.

"The stinky tiger told you to hit me with it, let you hit me with it, do you dare next time, do you dare!"

His hair was thick, as black as shoe polish, and extremely soft, but fine snowflakes drifted into the hole, and his hair was a little wet, and the skin against Song Weiwei's fingertips didn't make her feel very cold.

She just rode on the tiger's back and beat him up and down.

Even though the poor tiger was full of anger, he couldn't express it. He whimpered and thumped his four hooves, as if he was drowning. Thinking about his majesty before and how he was being abused now, Song Weiwei felt sore Excited, scratching became even more unscrupulous.

The tree hole was not big, and there was basically no room for the black tiger to turn over when he got into it, but he was so itchy that he could only do useless writhing. God, my eyes are going to be blind when I look up.

Song Weiwei didn't dare to look too much, so she quickly climbed out of the tree hole.

Mo Ran still had that tiger face, ferocious and majestic, with a gloomy black mist rising above his head, but his eyes were not as evil as before because they were trapped by the illusion, and looked much gentler.

He lay limply on the ground, looking sick.

Seeing his listless appearance, Song Weiwei felt distressed, sighed, and walked into her tree hole.

How can Mo Ran return to normal?
They couldn't keep trapping him with illusions.

In the evening, the wooden house was completely completed. Song Weiwei was really pleasantly surprised when she saw the wooden house, because she was anxiously waiting for the check-in time. The area of ​​the wooden house is not large, but it is very delicate and small. Kawaii.

Song Weiwei walked in, and there was a light woody fragrance, and she instantly felt like a little princess.

Such a cozy and loving house.

The three of them knew from her expression that she was very satisfied with the wooden house, and Bei Mingxuan carried Heihu into the wooden house and closed the door.

As soon as the door was closed to block the cold outside, Song Weiwei suddenly felt much warmer.

Entering the door is the hall, which is actually not big, at most it can only accommodate a table and chairs for five people. There are two small rooms on the left and right sides, and the kitchen and toilet are set outside.

Song Weiwei walked around a few rooms and felt very satisfied, so she started to divide the rooms.

There are four rooms in total, Lin Xiang needs one for hibernation, and Mo Ran needs one for himself when his demonic nature will flare up at any time. Song Weiwei strongly demands that she sleep in one, and the other one can only be squeezed by Beimingxuan and Lan Lingche.

(End of this chapter)