He didn't say anything anymore and walked over in a daze.

Picking up the scarred head and snow-white fur of the White Tiger Demon King, he left the room silently.

At this time, the young man who was still immersed in the wine jar turned his head and looked towards the backyard.

After blinking a few times, I turned around and immersed in the wine...

…………

Back to the hill where the battle took place before.

The blood on the grass had long dried up, and some animals' remains were still in place and were pecked by crows.

The entire mountain was filled with wind and whistling sounded, as if the ghosts of the dead animals were making an injustice.

At this time, a fox walked up to the top of the mountain with a ball of fur and a tiger's head.

Seeing this, the crows stopped eating immediately, but turned their heads in unison and stared at him with dark eyes.

"quack!!!"

Then, the group of crows roared and resounded over the forest, as if praying!

Xia Jian was speechless all the way, and came to the place where the White Tiger Demon King died, put down his fur and head, and began to dig a hole.

Finally, it was buried and a small mound of soil was piled up.

Simple grave.

Xia Jian knelt on the ground and knelt in front of the tomb with his limbs down, lowering his head.

Crows also flew over, standing on both sides of the tomb, and also lowered their heads.

Gradually, more and more animals gathered.

But none of them made a sound, but they all quietly lowered their heads.

When the old monster monkey came here, it let out a heart-wrenching wail...

Xia Jian picked up a handful of wet soil from the tomb and placed it on his chest.

"Brother Hu, I will bring Xiaobai back safely."
Chapter completed!