Spirit Boss - 107. Way home (middle)

At the moment when he was about to fall, the motor nerves belonging to the blood family played a key role.

Wang Xiaoming quickly grasped the two pillars with both hands, but his body was still tilted because of gravity, and his face fell heavily on…something soft and wet.

…

The tiger opened his mouth with difficulty and looked innocently at Barr’s stern face.

Wang Xiaoming slowly lifted his face and carefully looked around.

It’s dark and smells a bit fishy.

The pillar in his hand was still shaking slightly.

Based on the surrounding environment when he fell just now, the underside of his face is likely to be the tongue, and the holding in the hand is likely to be the teeth, so his current position should be—

jaws of death?

Wang Xiaoming was taken aback, and his body suddenly shrank into a bat, flew out of the tiger’s almost numb mouth, and pounced behind Barr.

The tiger slowly closed his mouth and looked at the little bat lying on Barr’s shoulder in a grieved manner.

Barr said something fair: “It did its best.”

The tiger lay down, looking dejected.

The little bat slipped off Barr’s shoulder and slowly turned into a human form.

The tiger’s head was still on the ground, but his eyes looked at Wang Xiaoming’s every move.

“That…” Wang Xiaoming wiped the saliva from his face with his sleeve, and said cautiously, “Or, let’s do it again?”

The tiger flicked its tail.

For this success, Wang Xiaoming slowed down and paid close attention to the path under his feet.

Barr watched silently as one person and one tiger approached each other cautiously in slow motion that only appears in movies.

finally–

After about three minutes, the two armies finally met.

Wang Xiaoming tentatively touched the tiger’s head, his heart overflowing with emotion.

It feels very soft, just like the dog at home.

He has liked small animals since he was a child, so he was the happiest one when there were two dogs in the family. It’s a pity that his family never let him come near. Because he was afraid that he would injure the two dogs and be unlucky.

He doesn’t believe in evil, and once sneaked out in the middle of the night to feed them. The dog is very well-behaved, he doesn’t dislike his bad luck and eats happily. But early the next morning, the two dogs pulled violently and almost died of loss of strength.

From now on, he doesn’t need to say from his family, he also knows what it means to stay away.

The tiger suddenly opened his mouth.

Wang Xiaoming’s heart trembled, his desire to become a bat was about to move.

As if feeling his tension, the tiger quickly stuck out his tongue and licked his elbow.

…

Although it was uncomfortable to be licked, he still felt-so cute!

Wang Xiaoming’s eyes were almost squeezed by the red heart.

Barr’s face sank slightly, and he waved his hand suddenly.

The tiger disappeared out of thin air.

…

Wang Xiaoming’s hands froze in the air, his eyes still falling at the original position.

Barr said behind him: “If you like, pack it.”

…

Pack?

Wang Xiaoming finally reacted. The reason why the tiger disappeared was not because Barr was transferred to another place, but because he was thrown into the space.

“This, isn’t it good?” Wang Xiaoming stood up. Emotionally, he is willing, but reason tells him that there are not many places where tigers can go in human society, and there must be no residential area option among them.

Baldao: “You don’t like it?”

“It’s not that I don’t like…” Wang Xiaoming rubbed the corners of his clothes, fighting between heaven and man in his heart.

“Are you worried about Cain?” Barr’s thinking is obviously different from that of Wang Xiao.

When Wang Xiaoming heard him say this, he nodded and said: “Yes. This is also a problem.” At any rate, the Disillusionment Forest is still the territory of Lord Cain.

Barr shrugged, “Then it’s okay.”

“Huh?” Wang Xiaoming couldn’t keep up with his thoughts at all.

Baldao: “He should be honored for this.”

…

Wang Xiaoming thinks this possibility is very small.

“Let’s go.” Barr spread his wings.

Wang Xiaoming thought for a while and said, “Should we ask Tiger’s opinion?”

Barr was noncommittal, “What language are you going to ask him in?”

Wang Xiaoming: “…”

“He is not happy to throw it back again.” Barr made a final summary.

Wang Xiaoming compromised.

I heard that the castle given to him by the blood family is huge, so raising a tiger shouldn’t be a problem, right? Anyway, raising bats is also raising.

So on the way back to the human world, Wang Xiaoming had only two problems—

What does this tiger like to eat?

Should this tiger be bred?

Mario obviously got the news in advance, so he waited for them at the gate of the castle early in the morning.

Wang Xiaoming got out of the car, looked at the golden sun in the sky, and couldn’t help taking a long breath.

It feels good to have sunshine.

“Master Wang Xiaoming.” Mario stood in front of him and bowed deeply, with a respectful attitude as if facing a god.

Although Wang Xiaoming had already enjoyed this kind of treatment in the blood world, he still felt a little uncomfortable when he saw his acquaintances greet him with this attitude, so he smiled and said, “Don’t be so polite.”

“It should be.” Mario persisted and refused to look up.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Barr. “What should I say now? Flat body?”

“What do you say in the blood world?” Barr reminded him.

Wang Xiaoming said: “I didn’t say anything, I just nodded.”

Barr raised his eyebrows.

“But he lowered his head so low, he couldn’t see it at all when I nodded.” Wang Xiaoming was worried about Mario’s lumbar spine.

“Try it.” Baldao.

Wang Xiaoming nodded.

Mario’s body was at right angles to the ground again.

“…” Wang Xiaoming thought, is his nodding big? So the driving wind is very loud?

Mario did not give him time to continue thinking, “The re-visit of the two adults will make the whole clan of McAvey shine. My host Edwin has already prepared breakfast in the lobby for the two to pick up the dust. Please move. step.”

“Is Xiang Wenjie here?” Wang Xiaoming couldn’t help asking before entering the door.

Mario said: “He has returned home.”

“Huh?” Wang Xiaoming said in surprise, “Has his problem been completely solved?”

Mario hesitated, and said vaguely: “Forget it.”

Barr raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

But Wang Xiaoming didn’t expect so much, and said happily: “Mr Xiang must be very happy.”

…

Barr said blankly: “I thought you had forgotten this person.”

“How come?” Wang Xiaoming blinked, “He is my boss.”

Barr’s face began to gloomy and said: “Are you still going to return to the Silver Pavilion?”

Wang Xiaoming thought for a while and said, “I haven’t decided yet.”

“You have a monthly salary of 200,000 yuan every month.” Barr has no specific idea about the monthly salary of 200,000 US dollars, but he knows that this amount is much higher than the salary that Wang Xiaoming received in the silver hall before.

Wang Xiaoming said, “But I still want to do something.”

Baldau: “You can drag the floor of the castle every day.”

Mario said on the side: “I sincerely propose that you two can ask a housekeeper to take care of everything in the castle.”

Wang Xiaoming scratched his head and said, “Butlers are expensive.”

Mario: “…” No matter whether his answer to this question is correct or not.

Edwin was already sitting at the dining table.

The breakfast on the table is a hundred times more abundant than dinner.

Edwin got up and said respectfully: “Master Wang Xiaoming, Mr. Barr.”

Wang Xiaoming 囧囧 nodded.

“It’s an honor to have breakfast with both of you.” Edwin smiled.

“Where is Winston?” Wang Xiaoming still remembered the hero who brought them all the way to France.

Edwin’s face was slightly stiff, and he said vaguely: “He has left.”

Wang Xiaoming let out an “Oh” without further questioning.

Breakfast was very dull.

After the meal, Edwin said: “I don’t know if Master Wang Xiaoming wants to visit his castle first, or return to China?”

Wang Xiaoming turned his head and glanced at Barr.

Barr shrugged, motioning to let him call the shots.

Wang Xiaoming groaned: “Return to China.” After leaving China for so long, he really understands what it means to return home. Even though he is now a blood clan, in his mind, his nationality will always be China.

Mario seemed to have expected this answer long ago, and soon sent a set of ID cards and air tickets, even Barr’s.

“I wish both of you a pleasant journey.” Edwin personally sent them out.

Barr and Wang Xiaoming once again got on the white Cadillac and drove towards the airport.

In terms of existing vehicles, the speed of airplanes is second to none. But for Wang Xiaoming, he felt that the speed of the plane was almost static, especially when he looked at the houses and fields below, he would not move for a long time.

Barr saw Wang Xiaoming moving his buttocks in excitement, and the corner of his mouth twitched: “If you feel tormented, it’s better to sleep.”

Wang Xiaoming didn’t notice the light shining in his eyes, and replied naturally: “I can’t sleep.”

“Doing some exercise will make you tired, and if you are tired, you will fall asleep.” Barr’s hand slowly touched Wang Xiaoming’s collarbone.

Only then did Wang Xiaoming realize that the gleam in Baal’s eyes was called desire.

“This is on the plane.” With a bang, his face was red like a tomato, and he quickly pressed his hand.

Baal Xie smiled and said, “I have set the barrier.”

Wang Xiaoming remembered the collapse in the blood race, and shook his head quickly and said, “No.”

“Why?” Barr said badly.

Wang Xiaoming still said, “We are on the plane.”

“I said, I set up a barrier.” Barr’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if Wang Xiaoming would swallow him if he couldn’t give a reasonable reason.

“I’m afraid of crashing.” Wang Xiaoming grasped his hand tightly.

Barr said: “Don’t be afraid, I will hold it back.” His fingers began to move downward…

Wang Xiaoming tried to persuade as he dodges: “No, it will make the headlines.”

“I do not mind.”

“…” But I mind. Wang Xiaoming turned into a bat intolerably, and then flew in the direction of economy class with a swish.

But soon, it discovered that he had become a fly in a glass bottle.

He could see the way, but couldn’t get out.

Barr knocked on Erlang’s leg and sat in his original position, looking at him with a smile, but the words he uttered were extremely gloomy, “You are going to come and lie down by yourself, or I will let you lie down in the past.”

The bat flapped its wings and did not move, but its eyes rolled skeletal.

“There is a difference between the two.” Baal Sui’s smile on the corner of his mouth became colder and colder, “The difference between once and a hundred times.”

Whoosh.

The bats hungry sheep rushed past.