I’m Being Held Captive by Demons

In Kong Ning's heart, he was excited and excited.

Although the nightmare's magic powers are also strong, the increase in combat power is limited.

The supernatural powers brought about by the refining of the demon energy of the innate demon spirit are the real strength.

After sixty-five years of improving the Taoism of demons, he has such powerful supernatural powers as transforming himself into a demon.

This time's gain can be said to be quite fruitful.

The strength of the cat demon should not be weak, and it can bring so much increase in demon power to Kong Ning.

After all, the innate demon spirit has not yet grown up, and it can even be said to be weak. Absorbing her magic energy, apart from condensing new supernatural powers for Kong Ning, the increase in Taoism is really not big.

Almost all of Kong Ning's growth in Taoism over the past sixty-five years came from the cat demon he killed not long ago.

Today's Kong Ning, who has two hundred years of demon practice, is roughly equivalent to Wuxu, the third level of the Tianmen Realm, when converted to the realm of a human monk.

Further up, it is the refining air realm where you can fly to the sky and escape from the ground.

Although it is still far away from the refining space, but two hundred years of Taoism, in today's Shanlan County, it is not considered weak.

Coupled with his supernatural power of transforming himself into a heavenly demon, as long as he doesn't get besieged, doesn't meet the leader of those demons, and doesn't provoke Su Yan. Kong Ning is basically not afraid of the other monsters in Shanlan County one-on-one.

Even if you can't fight, you can run.

The pressure that had shrouded Kong Ning's heart for a long time finally eased a little with the strengthening of his strength.

Kong Ning under the eaves let out a long breath.

Lift your spirits.

Two hundred years of Taoism!

Coupled with Wan'er's help, the monsters in the city are no longer superior and difficult to parry.

He started from scratch, walked on thin ice, step by step, and finally came to where he is today.

Although there is still a long way to go before Kong Ning's wish to kill all the monsters in the city.

But everything is difficult at the beginning, and he has completed the primitive accumulation from scratch.

Then go down, it will be much smoother.

Kong Ning was in a happy mood, and even couldn't help but want to shout a few times to vent the long-standing depression in his heart.

But Kong Ning has a calm personality after all, although excited, he quickly calmed down and did not get carried away.

And soon remembered another extremely important thing.

The nightmare he had last night...

Practitioners generally do not have nightmares.

Occasional nightmares are often a sign of a whim.

Judging from the nightmare I had last night, could it be that there will be some disasters in Shanlan County during the Mid-Autumn Festival?

But the evil ghosts are rampant on the Ghost Festival, which is still understandable.

What kind of disaster can be caused by eating moon cakes on Mid-Autumn Festival?

It can't be the city god ghost of the underworld, every month on the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, they will come to the city to absorb the yang energy...

Confused, Kong Ning sat in the yamen all morning, until it was almost noon, and then rode a jujube horse for a stroll in the city.

And his destination was naturally the Tian family's abandoned house in Xiaomoli, south of the city.

Among the small farmhouses in the south of Shanlan County, the abandoned Tian family's old house is empty and desolate.

When Kong Ning came to the third courtyard, he saw Wan'er holding a branch under the noon sun, and Xu Caiwei, a little girl with cat ears and animal eyes, writing and drawing on the ground.

Seeing Kong Ning coming, Wan'er smiled.

Ning catcher, good afternoon.

Kong Ning nodded, saw the words written with branches on the mud floor, and said, Are you teaching her how to read?

Wan'er said: I have to find something for her to do... A kid at this age can't be idle.

As she said that, Wan'er patted the little girl beside her and said, Call someone quickly.

The little girl with cat ears and animal pupils gave Kong Ning a timid look, and called softly, Master...

Kong Ning looked astonished: Master?

What the hell is this called?

Kong Ning looked at Wan'er speechlessly, but saw the girl laughing and said: Isn't Catcher Ning trying to accept her as an apprentice... Let's call Master first, I think other names are inappropriate.

Kong Ning shook his head speechlessly: I think the title of master is even more inappropriate. I haven't decided to accept her as a disciple yet. At her age, you can call me uncle.

Kong Ning felt that this title was reasonable.

Wan'er shook her head again and again: No, no, I asked her to call me sister. If I call you uncle, then I will suffer a lot? Don't call me uncle.

Wan'er protested against this.

Kong Ning was helpless: Master and uncle, aren't they both of the same generation?

Anyway, you can't be called uncle, Wan'er said resolutely.

Kong Ning looked at the little girl in front of him helplessly, and said, Then you can call me Ning Butou from now on, everyone will call me that anyway.

The little girl called timidly: Senpai...

Wan'er's eyes lit up, and she immediately clapped her hands and said, That's a good name. From now on, Caiwei will call you your benefactor, and my sister. Well, you don't have any objections to Ning Butou, do you?

Kong Ning looked at the little girl with cat ears and animal eyes in surprise, and laughed: This girl is really clever... How much does she know about her childhood memories? Do you know about her own background?

Congenital demon spirits are confused, how much they can remember is still open to question. Kong Ning even suspected that this girl didn't even know who her parents were.

After inquiring about Wan'er, it turned out that the situation was similar to what Kong Ning had guessed.

The girl knew nothing about her birth experience and her childhood past.

If it weren't for the innate Taoist body with precocious wisdom and blessed soul to understand some worldly truths, the girl's IQ at this time may be no different from that of an ignorant baby.

It seems that this girl's education needs to bother you, Kong Ning said, In addition, I have killed the cat demon who killed Miss Xu San.

Now I have about two hundred years of demon practice, which is roughly equivalent to the third level of Tianmen Realm. Our strength has become stronger.

Under Wan'er's surprised gaze, Kong Ning briefly talked about Su Yan bringing back the cat demon at dawn.

The little girl on the side listened timidly, but there was no hatred or excitement on her face.

Obviously, the girl who has no memory of her parents has no feelings for her parents, and she doesn't know what love and hate are.

Kong Ning saw it in his eyes and sighed slightly in his heart.

As an orphan in his previous life, Kong Ning knew this feeling very well.

When I was young, I didn't have much feeling for the affection of my parents, and it seemed that there was nothing missing.

But the older you get and the more contact you have with society, the more clearly you will realize how precious things you have lost, and then you will understand the feeling of sadness and loneliness.

Kong Ning sighed, and said: It's probably like this, but I came to you today, but it has nothing to do with this cat demon.

It has something to do with the upcoming Mid-Autumn Festival.

Kong Ning's expression became serious: Miss Wan'er, must the practitioner's whim be accurate?

Or, for a low-level practitioner like me, can the nightmares and whim omens at night also predict the future?

Last night, I had a terrible nightmare...