Peach Blossom

Chapter 92:

Jun Yao wandered around the world, searching for the reincarnation of the Han King. The world is big and the sea of people is vast. It is easier said than done to find an old friend. She found the King of Han, sometimes as a grey-haired old woman, sometimes as a young girl in a boudoir, and sometimes as a married woman. No matter what she looks like, Jun Yao will accompany her for the rest of her life. When she grows old, she takes care of her aftermath, and then sets out on the road again, all over again, to find the next life of the King of Han.

On this day, Junyao came to a small village at the foot of Taiyi Mountain.

She won an immortal weapon fifty years ago, she can leave a mark in her soul, and she can sense where the mark is.

Jun Yao got this treasure, and left a small peach blossom as a mark in the palm of Han Wang’s soul. It was when he sensed that this peach blossom was in this village today, Fang hurried over.

The village is not big, with a few sparse families, mostly old huts. Jun Yao was walking on the dirt road, secretly sensing the specific location of King Han with her spiritual sense.

She was a little anxious, and she was afraid that she was too anxious. Knowing.

Although the village is small, the houses are sparse, and walking from the beginning of the village to the end of the village can actually take a stick of incense. Jun Yao walked slowly to a shabby hut and stopped.

Outside the hut, a large circle of yard was surrounded by a fence. Here, it is very close to that mark.

Jun Yao was about to enter when suddenly the sign was approaching her, she thought for a moment, then stood outside the door waiting.

Jun Yao waited for a few breaths, but when no one came, she couldn’t help but wonder, she sensed that the man was very close to her. After thinking about it, considering the time of reincarnation, she was still a little baby who was born soon, and she couldn’t move on her own. She was only when someone was holding her, how could she not be seen.

Jun Yao frowned, maybe there was something wrong with the fairy. This thought made me anxious again.

Jun Yao sighed secretly, and was about to enter the door to see, when suddenly she heard a delicate and trembling voice: “Ow~”

She lowered her head and saw a small furry head squeezed out of the gap in the Chaimen. Jun Yao’s consciousness was all on the peach blossom, but he didn’t realize that the little tiger had arrived in front of her at some point.

A closer look, Jun Yao showed a little stunned, turned to smile and looked at the little tiger with gentle eyes.

The little tiger was born only a few days ago, the eyes just opened, and the wet eyes looked at the stranger in front of him, Jun Yao looked at her, and the little tiger “Ouch” again one sound. Jun Yao bent over, the little tiger was timid and wanted to leave, but when she moved her body, she realized that her little head was blocked by Mu Chai and could not move, thinking that she was afraid, and let out a pitiful cry again.

Jun Yao rescued her little head. When the little tiger’s fur first grew, it was white, smooth and soft to the touch, but it was still a little white tiger. The stripes of the white tiger should be black, but this one is still a cub, and the black color is extremely light, but it seems that the painter added a lot of water when he studied the ink, and his hand was weak, and the tip of the pen was lightly stroked, becoming a faint ash.

The little tiger was rescued, and the four little claws turned back and took two steps back. Jun Yao saw that she was young and cute, and she was playful and wanted to pick her up. Look at this little Is the fluff the size of her palm? As soon as she stretched out her hand, she heard an urgent shout from behind: “Don’t touch my tiger!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong man strode over, carrying a rough bow on his back, as if he was a hunter. Pushing open the Chaimen, he glanced inside and saw that the tiger was in good condition.

As a hunter, he has seen quite a few jackals, tigers and leopards, so it makes no sense to hold a tiger cub so tightly. Although Jun Yao is strange, after thinking about it, she also understands.

Blue Dragon, White Tiger, Suzaku, Xuanwu, the four spirits of the sky, mortals regard the White Tiger as auspicious beast, thinking that the Holy King will come to the world, and then there will be a White Tiger. Such a treasured thing, this hunter must want to sell it for a big price, and he will not allow anyone to touch it.

Jun Yao is also not angry, if she wants to find out the origin of the little thing in this world, she has to ask this strong man.

The strong man valued tigers very much. Seeing that Junyao still didn’t leave, he showed vigilance. He also saw that this woman had a very beautiful appearance, boundless elegance, and her complexion softened.

Jun Yao took out an ingot of gold from her sleeve and gave it to the strong man.

The little tiger was playing in the courtyard, its soft four claws were not very strong, it ran two steps and fell, and the fluffy ball rolled across the grass. Hearing the strong man’s voice, he looked over curiously.

Jun Yao focused on her, met those dark wet eyes, and took out another ingot of gold from her sleeve.

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Jun Yao smiled and said, “According to your auspicious words, I don’t know where this tiger came from?”

The strong man said triumphantly: “Half a month ago I went hunting in the mountains, luckily, I killed a big tiger, the tiger was about to give birth, and before he died, he desperately gave birth to this cub, I saw that it was a white tiger that was rarely seen in a hundred years, so I brought it back. I wanted to raise it bigger and present it to the official family. But if you have a predestined relationship with this big cat, it will be with you.”

, enough for him to live most of his life.

Jun Yao felt distressed to hear that such a soft little thing suffered such a sinister twist when she was born. It would be great if she could come half a month earlier.

How can the big cat know that someone pity her. A female cat came out in the corner of the courtyard, followed by five or six kittens. The little tiger ran over and mixed into a group of kittens. She is about the size of a kitten, except for the color of the fur, there is not much difference.

The little tiger was hungry, chasing the mother cat.

The strong man smiled and said: “Fortunately, the mother cat gave birth to a cub, and shared the milk with this little tiger.”

The little tiger was so hungry that she barked, but the mother cat ignored her and lay down when the kittens were hungry. A normal-sized cat and a tiger, the king of the forest is obviously stronger than the kitten. She squeezed the cat away with her small head, and finally managed to eat it.

The little tiger was shot and rolled on the ground twice, got up and whimpered, but did not dare to approach, so pitiful.

Jun Yao was furious and dared to bully her little tiger like this.

The female cat suddenly felt a burst of killing intent, it jumped up suddenly, the hair all over the body exploded, the body arched, and looked around alertly. Jun Yao glanced at it lightly, and a dangerous low growl rolled out from the mother cat’s throat. After a while, the low growl disappeared, and she lay down again, exposing her stomach.

The rest of the kittens somehow scattered, hugging each other and shivering.

Something happened to the little tiger. Seeing that the kittens were scattered, she took out her four paws that could not stand very well, rubbed against the mother cat, and meowed softly and obediently.

Jun Yao frowned, the little tiger should only be facing her and barking softly.

The female cat opened her eyes wide and whimpered softly, but did not dare to move.

Seeing this spectacle, the strong man was amazed again and again: “This mother cat has never treated a tiger cub so well.”

Jun Yao nodded and said indifferently: “I want to come too.”

The little tiger has never had enough to eat. Today, she has a full meal and is very happy. She wants to play with the kittens, and has not mixed with the cats. A pair of soft hands gently pick her up.

“Ouch~~”

Jun Yao was so loving, she gently touched the back of her neck with one hand, the back of the little tiger, it was fluffy and slippery, it was very comfortable to touch, the little tiger was also comfortable, curled up Get up, nestle in Jun Yao’s palm, and rub her fingertips with her small head.

Jun Yao suddenly remembered the little Han King 800 years ago. His Highness has been reincarnated in so many lives, and this life is most like the soft little His Royal Highness.

She said warmly, “I’ll call you Xiao Yuan, okay?”

The little tiger’s wet eyes were very ignorant, and he let out a soft cry, as if agreeing.

The author has something to say:

The little tiger who grew up in the cat pile always thought he was a cat.