Zhou Ru was riding on top of a black tiger with a willow branch in her hand. While she was hitting the tiger’s head with the branch, she was also secretly looking at Wang Lin.
The tiger didn’t dare to become angry as it walked around the mountain with his head lowered.
“Little White, look up!” Zhou Ru stared at the tiger.
The tiger growled softly and obediently raised his head.
“Bow!”
The tiger lowered its head.
“Look up!”
She did this more than ten times, but the tiger was completely used to it. He only hoped that the little ancestor on his back was happy and would one day release him like the black bear that was released a while ago.
He didn’t dare to resist; not to mention the young man, even the old man was someone he couldn’t mess with. He wasn’t an ordinary tiger but a demonic tiger who had cultivated for many years.