Besides, he had no proof, but only his instincts told him that the soul of the ring was not simple. Well, he could only wait and see.
Zhong Liang handed the little black, nameless tiger to Zemin Yan. The little black tiger was somewhat reluctant in Zemin Yan's arms, but the small hand caressing his back was very comfortable.
That small hand seemed to know which parts to caress and which parts to avoid, the little black tiger closed its eyes in pleasure and purred softly.
"What name do you want to have?" Zemin Yan asked through the mental connection of the contract. Although Sying and the little black tiger had contracts, the contract levels were different. Sying's allowed him and Zemin Yan to exchange thoughts and read each other's thoughts.
Hello readers! How is everyone doing? How many years ago? * dodges the stone *
Hehehe, am I sorry? * hitting by knockout *
Thank you for your support so far! Thanks for everyone's comments and Reviews!
I hope everyone is healthy!
Now a little theater:
Author: I came back! * unleashes small fireworks *
Zemin Yan: I'm already 100 years old by the time you were gone! * crosses his arms in an intimidating manner * Ù_Ú
Zhong Liang: Really? U_U * even with a serious face, he looked very happy *
Zemin Yan: No! Big Brother Liang is just one way to speak, I am still 10 years old! O_o
Zhong Liang: * even serious it looked very sad, almost touching *
Author: Ç_Ç
Zemin Yan: Why are you two so sad?
Zhong Liang and the Author: It's nothing! * they look at each other and then look away *