The Golden Burial White Tiger guessed what Zhang Ruochen was thinking, and said: "Don't worry so much. I helped you recover half of your injuries. God Fulu didn't investigate you, so I don't know that you have the heart of truth."

Zhang Ruochen fainted and wanted to jump off the Golden Burial White Tiger.

Really, there are no secrets at all.

After a long time, Zhang Ruochen calmed down and said to himself, "Calm down, you must be calm. It's because I have fused with the energy of the Jidao Burial Gold, so it can read my thoughts anytime and anywhere. Other gods certainly can't."

"You are right, it is indeed the case. In a sense, the relationship between the two of us is closer and more equal than the relationship between human husbands and wives. You should trust me absolutely." The White Tiger Burying Gold

road.

Zhang Ruochen smiled bitterly and said to himself: "If the relationship is so close and equal, why can only you read my thoughts and not me?"

"Because your cultivation level is not as high as mine, and your mental strength is not as high as mine. If one day in the future, you surpass me, you can naturally turn everything around." said the Golden Burying White Tiger.

There is absolutely no way to refute it.

Zhang Ruochen no longer thought about these messy things and asked: "You said that you helped me recuperate half of my injuries. So, what about the other half?"

"The other half is, of course, yourself. Your self-healing ability is very powerful. I suspect that even if you are torn into pieces, your body can be put back together again. However, it will take a very long time."

Bai Hu said.

Zhang Ruochen stopped asking questions and began to think about how to empty himself so that he would not think about anything.

Being read by a tiger all the time is no different than taking off all your clothes and running naked on the street.

"If you feel that reading your memory makes you feel conflicted and uncomfortable, then from now on, I will no longer read it."

Just after saying this, before Zhang Ruochen could reply with a "good" word, the Golden White Tiger said again: "But, I read your thoughts just because I want to know more about you. Only in this way can we get along better in the future.

.”

"Let's go and see Lord Fulu first."

As he said this, what Zhang Ruochen was thinking about was how to get rid of the identity of "leader".

This gold-buried white tiger seems to be easy to get along with. It also helps him heal his injuries and acts as his mount. He is completely silly and sweet. However, Zhang Ruochen has too many secrets. He doesn't want to be known by outsiders. He must not keep them secret.

Carry it with you.

The best thing is to let the Blood Queen extract the Ji Dao Gold Burial Qi from his body and completely cut off contact with the Gold Burial White Tiger.

…

The Golden Burial White Tiger took Zhang Ruochen to a sea area in the world of gods.

Yan Wushen stood on top of a green dragon, already waiting on the sea. When he saw Zhang Ruochen arriving, he first showed a surprised look on his face, and then smiled knowingly.

The White Tiger Buried in Gold fell to the sea, treading water with all four legs as if it were walking on flat ground.

Zhang Ruochen carefully looked at the swastika green dragon under Yan Wushen's body, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he finally understood where the ten dragon souls in his body came from.

So he cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, senior."

"I see that you have integrated the Ji Dao Burial Gold Qi, and you are probably the leader chosen by Tiger, so I will help you. In fact, with your physique and perseverance, you may not be able to survive that catastrophe."

Swastika Qinglong Road.

"Crash."

In the sky, clouds and fog rolled.

Layers of white clouds pressed toward the sea, condensing into a majestic gaseous face. The aura it exuded made the two great saints Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen feel their whole bodies sink, and they couldn't help but want to kneel down.

Worship.

However, they were all extraordinary people, and they held their bodies strong and did not kneel down.

"Meet the deity." Yan Wushen took the lead in bowing and saluting.

Zhang Ruochen clasped his fists and said, "Meet the God."

The gaseous face of God Fulu made a deafening voice: "Very good, you two are both very good, and you are qualified to represent the hell world and become the guide of the two prehistoric gods in the ancient nest of the gods."

Zhang Ruochen immediately spoke and said: "Honored God, can you not be the leader?"

Yan Wushen was surprised and looked sideways.

He knows that Zhang Ruochen is very arrogant, but you actually don't even look down on the status of "the leader of the prehistoric god species". Are you not taking the prehistoric god species seriously?

Did you know that many gods want to be the guides of the Golden Buried White Tiger, but have no chance?

Before the Lord Welfare could ask, the Golden Burial White Tiger said first: "Lord Fulu, I have a secret that I need to report to you. It concerns the monk on my back."

Hearing this, Zhang Ruochen's face condensed.

No, this white tiger is too unprincipled. He just doesn't want to be your guide. Are you going to turn your back on me now?

Zhang Ruochen only knew that the White Tiger Burying Gold could read his thoughts, but it was still unknown whether it could read his memories.

If the memory could be read, the trouble would be huge and many people would be affected.

Most likely it can read memories. After all, its mental power is much stronger than Zhang Ruochen's. When Zhang Ruochen was sleeping, his mental defense was extremely low, and he was afraid that he might have done anything to him!

What a beast.
Chapter completed!