Chapter Seven: The Purple Star
The temple's large gate was quickly reopened, and Zhao Ji's figure burst backward, with the alloy soft sword in hand, making a defensive posture.
The black giant tiger was hesitant to open the large door in front of it, and just as it was considering giving up, the door suddenly swung open, allowing it to pause for a moment before opening its bloody mouth wide and letting out an excited roar.
"Roar!"
Next, a scene unfolded that was both expected and surprising to Zhao Ji. The doors of the Fei Sheng Temple were clearly open, but when the black giant tiger charged forward with great force, it still did not enter the temple.
At the entrance, there seemed to be a layer of invisible light screen that blocked the black giant tiger outside, no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't squeeze in.
Standing inside the hall, looking at the black giant tiger outside the hall with its teeth and claws exposed, but unable to enter, Zhao Ji's eyebrows furrowed involuntarily, his face showing a complex expression of shock, disbelief, and excitement mixed together. He muttered softly: "So, those things that mysteriously appeared in my mind are real after all, it's really great, the power of flying ascension is truly powerful to the extreme."
As Zhao Ji fell into his own fantasy, sometimes distracted, the purple squirrel was very interested in the seemingly foolish behavior of the black giant tiger, jumping and jumping to the front door, curiously measuring the giant tiger waving its two front paws in front of itself.
Time and time again, it charged forward, but the front was clearly empty, yet the black giant tiger's body was repeatedly blocked, no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't charge into the temple, leaving Zhao Ji in awe of the mysterious power of Fei Sheng Temple.
Maybe it felt that onlookers lacked some participation, the purple squirrel solidly sent out a sprout, holding two pine nuts in its front paws and throwing one out.
That pinecone, tracing an arc, smashed into the forehead of the black giant tiger, and then rolled weakly to the ground, without causing any harm to the tiger.
"Wah!"
With a low growl of endless fury, the black giant tiger was provoked by the purple squirrel's great anger, and its originally somewhat sluggish movements suddenly became fierce and violent again, rushing towards the Fei Sheng Hall with all its might.
With the hatred of a black giant tiger towards a purple squirrel, Zhao Ji was not in doubt at all. Once the giant tiger entered the Flying Ascension Hall, the outcome for the purple squirrel would absolutely be bad, being torn to shreds would be light.
However, all the actions of the black giant tiger were in vain. Although the gate was wide open and seemed to be unobstructed, it just couldn't rush into the hall, and instead bumped its head until it hurt a bit.
The black giant tiger's madness startled the purple squirrel, but when it found that it couldn't do anything to itself, the squirrel put down its guard and became extremely angry instead.
Towards the black giant tiger, a burst of "squeaky" cries, the purple squirrel looked at the last pine nut in its paws, and then looked at the black giant tiger, with a pair of big eyes full of reluctance.
After much deliberation, amidst the struggle of to give up or not and being torn in two directions, the psychology of relief finally took over. The purple squirrel gritted its teeth, stomped its foot, and with a painful determination, it made up its mind and threw out the last pine nut.
The purple squirrel doesn't have much killing power, and hitting people with pine cones is a joke. It can't even hurt a small rabbit, let alone that enormous black tiger.
After watching the purple squirrel's behavior, Zhao Ji couldn't help but shake his head and laugh. He walked over with big strides, grabbed the squirrel that didn't have time to dodge, put it aside, and then thrust his sword forward.
The alloy soft sword stabbed out and passed through the boundary of the Fei Sheng Hall gate without any hindrance, and one sword pointed at the chest of the black giant tiger.
Under one sword, several black hairs fell down, a shallow wound appeared, and a few drops of fresh blood dripped.
Faced with the situation of being beaten passively and unable to counterattack, the black giant tiger was thoroughly depressed. Finally, after adding several wounds, it turned around and fled in disarray.
The black giant tiger escaped with its tail between its legs, while the purple squirrel clapped its front paws on its chest, opening and closing its small mouth, clearly laughing.
Ever since he came into contact with the purple squirrel, Zhao Ji had always felt that it was different, its intelligence was significantly higher than that of ordinary squirrels, and many of its actions were very human-like.
"You little devil, with your small arms and legs, how dare you provoke a tiger? Today, if it wasn't for me, you would have been done for. From now on, be more careful and don't provoke something that's beyond your capabilities."
Squatting in front of the purple squirrel, Zhao Ji looked at it carefully and felt that its movements were very humanized and cute. His affection for it grew stronger, and he couldn't bear the thought of anything bad happening to it, so he repeatedly warned and exhorted it.
"Squeak."
A pair of big eyes stared at Zhao Ji, blinking constantly. After Zhao Ji finished speaking, it cried out twice, as if echoing him, but it was unclear whether it understood what he said.
However, Zhao Ji's kindness was still felt by the purple squirrel, otherwise it wouldn't have jumped onto his shoulder in one leap.
Perched on Zhao Ji's shoulder, the purple squirrel was quite well-behaved, except for its large tail that kept swishing back and forth, there were no other unnecessary movements.
The purple squirrel's tail was huge and fluffy compared to its body, and when it swept across Zhao Ji's cheek, it made him feel ticklish.
"Achoo."
A fluffy and velvety giant tail swept across Zhao Ji's nose, causing him to sneeze uncontrollably, spewing out snot and saliva, making him look rather disheveled.
He gently stroked the purple squirrel's head, and Zhao Ji said in a bad mood: "Can't you be honest for once? Don't wag your tail back and forth, you're not a hyperactive patient."
This time, facing Zhao Ji's closeness, the purple squirrel did not avoid it. Under his touch, it instead narrowed its eyes and showed a look of enjoyment.
"You little thing, you're really spirited! You probably don't have a name yet, how about I give you one, okay?"
The purple squirrel's chin, when it was about to close its two comfortable eyes, Zhao Ji said coldly.
The sentence obviously caught the attention of the purple squirrel, whose eyes were about to close suddenly opened wide and nodded excitedly at Zhao Ji.
Although he had some understanding of the purple squirrel's divinity, this performance was clearly understood as his own words, still making Zhao Ji somewhat surprised and unexpected.
"Alright then, you can be called Zixing, okay?"
After thinking for a moment, Zhao Ji said.
"Squeak."
Chirping twice, the purple squirrel jumped back and forth on Zhao Ji's two shoulders, this performance undoubtedly expressed extreme excitement.
One person and one mouse whispered privately, although the purple star couldn't speak human language, the communication between one person and one mouse seemed to be without any obstacles.
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