Wonderful Painting of the Mountains and Seas 10
Xie Xi was a good person but he was stunned as he fell into the guilt of being called a mother.
Who knew what he had been through?
The tiger was very cute. He was around the size of a cat with fur as white as snow and the fur was as soft as marshmallows. He had a pair of golden eyes and the gentle voice could really make a girlâs heart burst.
The roses were afraid of beasts but they saw this little guy and couldnât help saying, âSo cute!â
âI donât know whose cub this is.â
âIt is white, the Sage White TigerâŚâ
âImpossible, the Sage White Tiger only has martial arts in his heart. It is impossible to talk about love, let alone have a baby.â
âYes! Lord White Tiger is a man of war and has never been near a woman!â
A flower whispered, âSpeaking of which, wasnât our Lord Azure Dragon also abstinent? Now isnât he going to be married?â
It was obviously something that shouldnât be said. The group of roses stared at him. âWhat are you saying. Our Lord Azure Dragon loves Xie Xi and broke the ring of abstinence for him. This is his true heart and there are no regrets!â
Xie Xi was speechless when he heard this.
Could they stop acting crazy by themselves? There was no desire or getting close to a woman.
Oh, it was true about the not getting close to a woman. It was because the third child was a big pervert who thought a male could give cubs!
However, there was one person who was normal. The startled Purple Nine asked, âYou killed all these worms?â She asked the little tiger.
The tiger looked at her purple clothes with a hint of disappointment and then raised his chin. âOf course, no one can bully Mommy!â
The cub was small but rushed all this way with fearless strength. Xie Xi was sure this was Old Three.
As for who Old Three thought he was born from⌠Xie Xi wanted to ask Mr. Jiang this question.
Purple Nine was still talking to the little tiger. âYou⌠beat the worms by yourself?â
This was very shocking to the roses. If compared to human society, it was tantamount to a small cat killing a mountain of zombies. It was amazing!
The tiger was very proud and held his head high. âI am my motherâs proudest baby, omnipotent!â
Purple Nine asked again, âThat⌠who is your father?â
âMy father is naturallyâŚâ The little tiger raised his head and shook his back. There was no response and he shook it again⌠no responseâŚ
The little tiger was angry and swung its claws, grabbing a bugâs wings and placing it on his back.
He was satisfied and raised his head in a cool posture. âOf course, it is the invincible in combat, motherâs favourite white tiger of war!â
The group of roses, ââŚâ
Xie Xi didnât look. If this was his cub, he would throw the cub back into the furnace to be remade!
The white tiger prototype had a pair of wings. This little guy had no ways so he gave himself wings!
The yellow roses were worthy of being the familyâs well-known easily swayed members. âIt turned out to be the sageâs son. Really extraordinary!â
The roses looked at him and suspected he was blind. âOld Yellow, how can you see the insect wings on his back as extraordinary?!â
Xie Xiâs mouth twitched as he felt humiliated and lost.
The little tiger perfectly inherited his fatherâs nature. He boasted with his tail towards the sky as he looked at the yellow rose. âYou have good eyesight but unfortunately, only my mother really understands me.â
Xie Xi wanted to slip awayâŚ
The little tiger had probably finished and stood up tall, only to suddenly cry out, âMommy!â
Xie Xi didnât look back.
However, the little tiger had already rushed over and steadily fell into his arms. âMommy, Mommy, I found you!â Please consult a tadpole to find your mother.
The roses looked over with expressions of horror.
Xie Xi also wasnât happy as he held the milk white tiger. âIâm not, I didnât⌠IâŚâ
He didnât finish talking when the roses burst out laughing, âHahaha, little tiger, you have the wrong person!â
Xie Xi, ââŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâ
The tiger didnât care about them. He was excitedly rubbing his head in Xie Xiâs arms as if going to become bald.
Purple Nine couldnât help saying, âHe isnât your mother, he is a male.â
Ah, Xie Xi forgot that men couldnât be mothers!
The little tiger wasnât stupid and quickly changed his words. âDaddy!â
The little tiger found a comfortable posture in Xie Xiâs arms and said happily, âTwo fathers are confusing so I just call him Mommy.â
Purple Nine was surprised. âYour mother is a man?â In ancient times, there were mothers called Mommy but they definitely werenât men!
The little tiger cocked his head. âI donât know.â Then he turned around and asked Xie Xi, ââŚDaddy, are you a man?â Xie Xi had no expression as he decided to send the two people into the sky as fireworks.
Red Three came forward. âLittle guy, you have the wrong person. This is a white rose but he isnât your mother.â
Xie Xi was moved. He didnât grasp the situation himself yet the others believed him. Who wouldnât be moved?
A white rose spoke up, âYes, this little tiger just called me mother.â
The other white roses smiled and responded.
The little tiger was angry. âI⌠I just got it wrong.â
Red Three opened his mouth, âThen arenât you mistaken now?â
The little tiger cried out, âOf course not!â
The old chief calmly came to the scene and stated, âUs roses are born in a nursery and we never have children. How can you be sure that your next of kin is a white rose?â
The little tiger shook his fur. âThis white colour is from my mother!â
Everyone was silent and cruelly stabbed him, âSage White Tiger is also whiteâŚâ
âIt is because Daddy is so white that I can be this pure white! Have you seen any other tigers? They are black and yellow and hybrids of different colours!â
Can you respect the king of the forest? This was tiger skin print and an authentic tiger colour!
The roses also believed it. âYes, a tiger is mostly two colours. A full snow white tiger like this is indeed rare.â
A white rose wondered, âThere are many white creatures. Why must it be a rose?â
The little tiger had evidence. He turned around and showed his back. âLook! There are two little petals here!â
The roses came around and examined him in detail. It was trueâŚ
âThere really are petalsâŚâ
âAre the petals so thick?â
âStill, it does look like rose petals!â
âThe shape, colour and also locationâŚâ
Xie Xi saw it too and whispered, âAre these your wings?â
The White Tiger had two wings. The little tiger shook himself for a long time because he was trying to get these wings out of the fur?
The little tiger heard Xie Xiâs voice and looked up with surprise. âYes, the shape of my wings is in Daddyâs petals!â
Could genetics still be like this?
Xie Xi was deeply convinced in his heart!
The roses also believed it and glanced at Xie Xi with surprise.
Xie Xi couldnât bear to fool them. âThere might be some understandings. Letâs wait for Lord White Tiger to come and then it will be clear.â
He was so stoic that he didnât look like a scum who was about to marry Azure Dragon while having a baby with White TigerâŚ
Everyone⌠they believed it again!
Xie Xi was afraid things would regress and stated, âI will take him back to the house first. I will bother Chief to send Lord White Tiger a letter asking him to come.â
The old chief replied, âYes, I just donât know if this letter can be deliveredâŚâ
Xie Xi was adamant. âIt wonât be a problem.â
White Tiger was Gars and Xie Xi believed he would come.
The little tiger also said, âHow can Daddyâs letter not be sent? My daddy will read and read it again, lovingâŚâ
Xie Xi couldnât listen and rubbed the little tigerâs head. âAre you tired?â
The little tiger was bewitched by this gentle voice. âSo tired!â His voice was young and spoiled.
Xie Xiâs lips curved downwards and he took the tiger back to his room.
He did it on purpose since he suspected this little tiger was pretending like the silver fox.
As for this silly fellow, wasnât Old Three stupid?
A fool who dreamt about fighting a dragon!
Xie Xi closed the door and the tiger didnât change. Instead, he shook his head as he looked around. âDaddy, youâre so poor.â
The little tiger quickly added, âStill, it doesnât matter. Any place with Daddy is the best!â
Xie Xi stared for a while and finally had to admit that this little tiger was just a little tiger.
Was this really the child of him and White Tiger?
Then the question was, how did they have a baby?
Wait a minute⌠plants seemed to have double⌠sexâŚ
Damn! The little rose couldnât help letting out a crude outburst. Surely he wasnât a man and a woman? No, he had been here a few days and checked his body. There were no abnormalities!
But who set the rules⌠could a pure male body have a child?
Xie Xiâs scalp was numb and he wanted to learn Drunken Martial Arts and go hit the tiger after drinking a bowl of wine!
It was unknown how long the little tiger had been searching for Xie Xi and he also killed a bunch of worms. He was really tired.
Xie Xi thought of these things and the little guy in his arms had already fallen asleep.
Xie Xi saw the sweetly sleeping tiger cub and his mood was very complicated.
The world was really unusual. Who would think that one day he would wonder if a tiger was his childâŚ
Wait, the White Tiger would definitely come and then he could ask Jiang Xie what the hell was happening!
He put down the sleeping tiger and opened the roster.
He had been busy all day and repaired flowers of various colours. He shouldâve collected enough illustrations.
Sure enough, he opened the roster and prompts kept emerging in the lower right corner.
[Promotion Task: The yellow/ blue/ white/ red rose have been repaired and the illustration is missing a name.]
If he wanted the names then he had to look for the godâs wisdom.
Judging from the present clues, there were ten fragments of the godâs wisdom under the care of the holy beasts and demon beasts. He had to go to the Holy Mountain and Demon Sea respectively.
He had just closed the roster when he heard sad birdsong outside.
The little tiger was really worn out and his movements were restrained.
Xie Xi patted him on the back and smoothed out his fur, letting the little fellow sleep sweetly and comfortably again.
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He looked outside and saw the sky lighting up.
The sound of the birds became much smaller and could only be heard intermittently, all of them full of sadness.
Red Three turned pale. âHundreds of birds singing⌠Sage Vermillion Bird⌠is falling.â
Wasnât Vermilion Bird the fifth prince? How could his soul be dying?â