I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

The lead-gray sky, everything is bleak.

Behind a huge bluestone, dozens of pairs of lewd rat eyes silently stared at the barefoot boy in white clothes and gradually drifted away.

The rat king gritted his teeth and said: “This damn little whirlwind, eating inside and out, actually betrayed her handsome, fresh and handsome, thief-eyed

king!” On the side, a young man asked curiously: “Wang, what did this stinky snake do last night, it can actually change the color of heaven and earth

!” “Little noise!” The

rat king turned his head and scolded, and lowered his voice: “If King Ben guessed correctly, this stinky snake should want to evolve into a jiao.”

“Wang, what is Jiao, are those spirit fruits delicious?”

snapped.

The rat king slapped him fiercely, and the young brother who fanned it was like a top, spinning in place for several times.

“Every day you know to eat and eat, and if you dare to become the second pig intestine of our rat clan, the king will cook you up.”

“Little ones, this stinky snake doesn’t know where to go, anyway, time is not waiting.” ”

Rush into the cave, leave all the spirit fruits alone, and empty them all. Raising

the sword in his hand that was as bright as snow, the rat king said with a solemn expression: “Now this stinky snake slanders the rat tribe, the rat tribe, the rat tribe, the laughing rat tribe, the light mouse tribe, and the pariah rat tribe.”

“In ten years, let’s see how we rat tribesmen eat and wipe the smelly snake inch by inch.”

“The day the rat tribe is born, it is the time of the birth and calamity. ”

Rush!” the

rat king ordered, dozens of white-haired rat spirits turned into human forms, hundreds of rat tides, Wuyang Wuyang rushed towards the cave on the cliff.

After half a blaze of incense kung fu.

In front of the cave.

The Rat King was stunned, staring at the ancient rattan that looked like a living creature.

It was as if snakes tens of meters long were actually drawing large tracts of red blood that seeped into the soil.

“Gollum

~” The rat king swallowed a mouthful of saliva fiercely and muttered: “King Ben can be considered to know how those spirit fruits came from~

” “Is this snake blood, or is it dragon blood?”

“It won’t be dragon blood, right?!” Looking

at the ancient rattan deeply rooted in the ground, listening to the clearly audible gurgling and drinking sound.

The rat king was creepy, “Little ones, the wind is tight~”

….

A corner of the mountains and rivers.

With a whimper, Zhu Jiuyin stabbed a wild boar to death with a black death spear.

In just a few seconds, two hundred pounds of ferocious wild boar were squeezed alive by the ancient war spear into a jerky.

The black death spear that drank the qi and blood essence of several wild boars was red and bright at the moment.

The cracks all over the rough spear body opened and closed, like a human breathing.

Turning his head and glancing in the direction of the cave, Zhu Jiuyin slowly lowered his raised arm.

“What’s wrong, master?”

asked the little whirlwind lying on his shoulder.

“It’s okay.

Zhu Jiuyin shook his head and continued to walk towards the town ten miles away.

……

Cold.

The town entrance is sparsely crowded.

Under the bare old locust tree, the old willow who sold sugar gourds in Sword Alley, dressed in a tattered sheepskin fur, sat on the stump, squinting slightly.

That yellow earth-like face was frozen red, and a pair of withered hands covered his mouth, breathing hot air from time to time.

On the body of the locust tree next to him, leaning on the grass target that the old man used to insert sugar gourds.

On it, there is only one string of bright red sugar gourds.

Amid the crisp laughter like silver bells, several childish children rushed from the end of the long street.

“Grandpa Liu, why is there only one last string left?”

the old man smiled kindly, “You little gluttonous cats, it’s very cold, go home quickly, grandpa I Ming’er will do more.”

“Grandpa Liu, we ran most of the town to find you, this last string, just give us.” Several

boys sniffed hard.

The old man shook his head, “Today, grandpa, I will make this string.”

“And it’s for the undead, not for the living.”

“Well, obedient, go back, don’t be frozen.” Several

children came joyfully and walked dejected.

About a cup of tea after kung fu.

A snow-white dress came into the eyes of the old willow.

The boy with his appearance estimated to be seventeen or eight years old, with white ribbons in his eyes, walked through the town archway and passed by the old willow.

“Alas~

” Old Willow sighed lightly, “The sugar gourd made by the old immortal has even been eaten by the little devil surnamed Qi, but only that child.”

“This blessing can’t be given away.” The

old man was about to get up, but suddenly sat down again, the corners of his mouth outlined a meaningful arc.

Footsteps come from far and near.

A cold voice sounded in my ears.

“Old man, how much is a bunch of sugar gourds?” the

old man raised his eyes and grinned, revealing a mouth full of crooked yellow teeth.

Holding out a finger, “A copper coin.” ”

I want it~

” “Okay. The

old man stood up, took out a piece of oil paper from his sleeve, wrapped the first and last string of sugar gourds of the day, and handed it to the boy in white.

The small whirlwind squatting on the boy’s shoulder also grabbed a copper plate from the thick and smooth white hair.

Old man and teenager.

One person takes money and one person takes things.

Looking at the distant back of the white-clothed boy, the old willow head carried the target and hummed softly as he walked home.

“Nine is the extreme.

“A sweet one.

“Child, eat grandpa’s sugar gourd, keep you sweet nine.” ”

……

Small town Windswept Lane, blacksmith shop.

“Waste, unified group waste, even his mother’s family can’t look at it!” Han

Ying, the owner of the blacksmith shop with a short figure and a shiny bald head, was pointing at several big dogs and cursing at the moment.

Several big dogs all shrugged their heads.

While the several blacksmiths were silent, they expressed deep sympathy.

In the past ten years, the blacksmith shop has been repeatedly robbed.

That group of thieves not only stole eighteen weapons such as knives, guns, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, but also hoes, axes, kitchen knives, sickles, and other things.

Forced to helpless, Han Ying had to feed several big dogs.

Unfortunately, last night, the shop was stolen again and almost looted.

Even the dragon slaying knife that Han Ying personally forged was gone.

It’s just eight lifetimes of blood mold.

“Whew~”

After taking a deep breath, Han Ying looked up in a certain direction.

But I saw that on the beam of the blacksmith shop, a sword was tied with red cloth suspended in the air.

“It’s good that you didn’t lose it~

” Han Ying ordered: “Da Niu, go and replace the red cloth with white cloth.”

The honest young man was puzzled: “Why?” ”

Let you change you, where is so much nonsense.” ”

The treasurer, this red blood has been hanging for several years, why haven’t you seen its owner come to take it?” Han

Ying said faintly: “Someone will come right away~

” “It’s just a pity that it’s not its owner.” ”

……

The town of Wuyi Lane.

With a crunch, Zhu Jiuyin pushed open the courtyard door.

This is the third time he has come to the Chen Family Courtyard.

In the eyes, things are still so familiar.

Zhu Jiuyin pushed open the door of the main house.

His expression was suddenly startled.

On the wooden bed, the gentle and idyllic woman bent her eyebrows and said: “Sir, the New Year is approaching, the eighth day of the first lunar month is Ah Fei’s birthday, don’t forget to tell him to boil sixteen eggs for himself~”

In the blink of an eye, the woman disappeared without a trace.

On the wooden bed, the quilt was neatly folded, and the mattress was not wrinkled in the slightest, but it was covered with dust.

Zhu Jiuyin felt like he had broken into an old yellowed photo.

……

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