fox repair

It was getting dark, Mo Chen saw that the god stick started to close the stall, so it was rare that he didn't step forward to make trouble, glanced at the copper coins he earned today, and felt that the amount was very considerable, thinking that maybe today he could encourage the god stick to go to a better restaurant, After eating a whole chicken feast, who would have thought that the magic stick came out of Tianjie, but instead of walking in the direction of his house, he turned a corner and went in the direction of the city gate.

"Not good! It seems that this fortune teller is going to run away!"

"No way, didn't you say that you will go to watch that gangster give a dog a funeral tomorrow? And he also promised that gangster one thing, shouldn't he be dishonest?"

"Who knows, I can't control that much. Anyway, I'm going out of the city with my wife and children tonight. I'd rather believe it or not."

Seeing that the fortune teller was going out of the city, many people thought that he was going to leave because of the earthquake disaster, and they couldn't help feeling panic for a while.Only Mo Chen knew that this magic stick had absolutely no intention of leaving just like that.

"Hey, where are you going?" Mo Chen finally couldn't help asking after following behind the magic stick.

The fortune teller stopped in front of the candied haws stall at the gate of the city, took out a penny, bought a candied haws, then peeled off a big and red red hawthorn with shiny ice sugar skin, and handed it to Mo Chen's mouth.

Mo Chen glanced at him in disgust, hum, he dares to feed him any dirty things!

"I do not want to eat?"

Mo Chen turned his head away proudly, but thought in his heart, as long as the magic stick let him give way again, and begged him, maybe he would be able to reluctantly take such a small bite because of his filial piety.

But who knew that the fortune teller only asked him once, and seeing that he didn't make a sound, he threw the red hawthorn into his mouth, ate it, then turned around and walked leisurely outside the city gate.

Mo Chen's eyes widened, he couldn't believe that this man was so bold!

That is obviously the candied haws bought for me!How can you eat it!

At this time, a certain fox had brazenly classified the bunch of candied haws as its own property, so it rushed out and ran a few steps, blocked in front of the magic stick, and stared at the magic stick unkindly.The magic stick came to him, looked down at him, and was about to bypass him directly.How could Mo Chen tolerate this, he followed him and moved two steps, blocking his way again.In the end, the fortune teller had no choice but to stop and look at him helplessly.

Mo Chen snorted, ready to listen to his soft apology.Unexpectedly, the words of flattery did not come, but the eyes suddenly went dark.

The magic stick actually raised his foot and stepped over him...

Mo Chen; "..."

Such a shameful humiliation, if he endured it, he would have practiced for hundreds of years in vain!Mo Chen was furious, turned around the fox, stared at the figure who was still walking forward, narrowed his eyes slightly, rushed out like an arrow, jumped up with a kick on his hind legs, and rushed directly at the fortune teller viciously.Seeing that he could throw the fortune teller like a dog, who would have thought that the fortune teller seemed to have eyes behind him, and when Mo Chen was about to pounce on him, he moved his footsteps to the left, and Mo Chen missed it.

Mo Chen didn't stop, and turned over in mid-air at a speed that was impossible for ordinary beasts, and without even a little leverage, he rushed towards the fortune-teller fiercely.

No matter how dexterous a fortune teller is, he is still a mortal after all, and he is no match for a vixen who has cultivated for hundreds of years. This pounce is unavoidable, and finally the fox falls to the ground and presses firmly on the ground.

But even if he was lying on the ground, the fortune teller still held up the bunch of candied haws, without letting the candied haws get dirty.

Mo Chen licked his tongue, bared out a mouthful of bright and sharp teeth, and pressed his front paws on the fortune teller's chest, while he was looking at the candied haws from the corner of his eye.

The fortune teller raised his hand and handed the candied haws to Mo Chen's mouth.

The bright icing sugar shines charmingly under the setting sun, and the syrup is wrapped with sweet and sour red fruits, exuding an alluring taste, which makes Mo Chen unable to hold back his tongue, and finally couldn't help biting off a red fruit in one bite. The hawthorn, lying on the fortune teller, began to chew, and swallowed the first one before tasting it, and moved to the bamboo stick to bite the second one.

The fortune teller burst out laughing, "Since you want to eat, why did you pretend not to like it just now?"

Mo Chen was too lazy to talk nonsense with this man, he was devoting himself to eating candied haws, his claws were still firmly holding the magic stick, not allowing him to get up.

"Duplicity." The fortune teller shook his head helplessly, and while Baihu was concentrating on eating, he quickly reached out and tapped the tip of his nose.

One person and one fox kept this shape, and people who came and went out of the city could see this strange scene: the fortune-teller was crushed by his own white fox, and the white fox was still eating candied haws at a leisurely pace.

Which song is this sung?

In fact, Mo Chen deliberately made the magic stick look ugly, so as to take revenge on him, until he ate up a whole candied haws before jumping off him arrogantly.

Speaking of which, this is the first time Mo Chen has eaten candied haws from the human world, but for some reason, he finds the taste very familiar, and vaguely remembers that there was such a person who bought him this thing , It seems that I only ate half of it, so I asked a little girl to take it away.

"Hmph! Take my stuff as a favor!"

"Everyone kisses you, why don't you give me some favors? Why don't you kiss me too, and I'll buy you ten bunches of candied haws?"

A strange dialogue just appeared in Mo Chen's mind without warning, one of the voices was definitely his own, and the other sounded like a man's voice, but when did he and the man come to the human world together?And he never bought candied haws for himself.

In such a dazed effort, the fortune teller had gone far away, and Mo Chen hurriedly followed.

"Hey, where do you want to go? Are you leaving this place?"

The fortune teller went to a small forest, looked here, put a stone, looked there, and then inserted a branch. It seemed random, but Mo Chen looked coldly, and found that the magic stick had formed a simple formation , It's not very advanced, but it's enough to keep ordinary beasts and mortals out of the formation.

"Are you going to sleep here tonight?" As night fell, Mo Chen saw the magic stick climbing up a big tree, so he was going to lie down on the branch for the night, "Why don't you go home?"

The fortune teller rested his arms on his pillow leisurely, as if his body was not a hard narrow branch, but a comfortable soft bed.

"Because tonight is suitable for sleeping under the stars, watching the moon, enjoying the scenery, and being inseparable from each other."

Mo Chen knew that this man was talking nonsense again, so he ran up the branch, pressed one paw on the branch, and grinned sinisterly, "What is it for, do you want to talk?" If you don't say it, I'll shake you down.

The fortune teller immediately compromised and hugged the branch to avoid being tricked by the fox, "Because going home tonight will kill you, so naturally you can't go back."

Murder?

How dare someone break ground on Tai Sui?

Mo Chen wanted to ask again, but the magic stick refused to elaborate, turned over and fell asleep with his head propped up.

Knowing that someone is going to kill him and still sleeping so heartlessly, Mo Chen sometimes really wants to peel off the head of this magic stick to see what's inside.

Curiosity was aroused in his heart, and Mo Chen couldn't sit still any longer. Before leaving, he looked back at the magic stick on the tree. While feeling disgusted in his heart, he threw a protective spell casually, protected the magic stick in it, and then turned into a Duan Guang flew back to the city, hid his body and went back to the rented house of the god stick, wanting to see who was tired of work and wanted to hit the god stick.

After waiting in the middle of the night, there was still no movement. Mo Chen was about to get impatient, but suddenly his ears moved, and he felt a wave of spiritual power in the air.

Could it be that there are immortal cultivators around here?

Mo Chen raised his vigilance, rushed to the roof, squinted his eyes and looked at the end of the street, and saw a black smoke in the shape of a snake in the air, approaching quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he had already rushed into the fortune teller through the crack of the door. House of.

There was no movement for a long time, until Mo Chen gasped.

The speed of that plume of black smoke was so fast that it was heinous.Thinking back now, even Mo Chen himself would not be able to capture that thing accurately, he could only take passive protection, let alone a mortal like a magic stick.Obviously, even if he was by his side, if Shenzhu was here tonight without any defenses, he would not be able to guarantee his safety.

So who is the owner of this black smoke?Seeing that this practice has far surpassed him, could it be that he is a human Nascent Soul cultivator?But a Nascent Soul cultivator wanted to kill the god stick, but the god stick could figure it out one step in advance, which is too unbelievable.

In fact, abilities such as prophecy and fortune-telling are common in the mortal world, but not common in the world of cultivating immortals.Because cultivators are not like ordinary people, they have a sea of ​​spiritual energy to protect their bodies, making it difficult for people to see their own destiny.And the more one cultivates immortality, the more one is disturbed by the spiritual power of heaven and earth, unable to spy on the secrets of heaven.Therefore, if there is a prophet in the world of cultivating immortals, it will definitely be an extraordinary person.In the past thousand years, looking at the entire world of cultivating immortals, only an old man named Tianji from the demon world can be called famous.

The magic stick calculates all sentient beings, but Mo Chen never took it to heart. Until this moment, when he realized that he could even calculate the actions of immortal cultivators, he really felt that he had underestimated him before.

The black smoke rushed into the house, didn't seem to find the intended target, and flew out again after a while, returning along the way it came from.Mo Chen held his breath and concentrated, ready to follow and see where it came from.He was extremely careful along the way, for fear of being noticed by the owner of the black smoke.In doing so, Mo Chen relied on the fact that he had just advanced, if he was still a monster in the early stage of alchemy, he really wouldn't dare to take such a risk.

Followed the black smoke around the city, and finally came to a very remote place in the city, the black smoke disappeared as soon as it went into the narrow alley, but Mo Chen could already see where it went, because one of the houses in the alley , The sky above the entire courtyard is filled with soaring black air. Ordinary people can't see this black air, but immortal cultivators can tell it at a glance-it is exactly the extremely strong devilish energy.

"waste!"

A cold voice came from the basement, filled with anger.The goatee Taoist priest who had been beaten black and swollen by the hooligans lay on the ground, spitting blood, and kowtowed repeatedly to a closed stone door.

"Hmph, that house is empty! The wisp of Soul Devouring Smoke just now cost me a lot of vitality, but I got nothing. What are you going to use to repay it?"

"Shangshang Shangxian, the little one doesn't know, but that house is indeed, the residence of that person. The little one has followed him secretly for a long time, and he will go home every day when he closes the stall. There is no other place to live... How could it be tonight? No one..." The goatee was so frightened that his face was as white as paper, and he kowtowed his head desperately, smashing his forehead.

"This deity is now the critical time to condense the devil baby. You can't be easily distracted, and you can't leave the level for the time being. You are limited to three days to deal with that troublesome brat. If you miss this deity's important event, you can imagine your own consequences."

Goatee repeatedly said yes, and when he finally crawled out of the basement, he realized that he was so scared that he peed his pants just now.

In fact, Goatee is full of regrets in his heart at this time, regretting that he should not be greedy for a while and provoke such a devil.Speaking of which, that was ten years ago.

On a rainy night full of thunder and lightning, the man who was as beautiful as a fairy appeared in front of his house at that time.The man's complexion was not good, and his lips were almost colorless, as if he had been seriously injured.He told him that as long as he listened to him, he would be guaranteed wealth and glory in this life.Since then, the goatee has gained some all-night yin and yang skills, and transformed from a bitter cowherd boy into a well-known onmyoji in the surrounding area, and the money comes extremely easily.But the man who gave him all this has been retreating in the secret basement of his house, and he has not seen him for ten years.

At the beginning, Goatee really enshrined this man as a god and obeyed his advice, but gradually he realized that something was wrong, but he couldn't get off the boat anymore.

Now this immortal wants to condense the so-called "magic baby". Goatee doesn't know what that thing is, but he heard a man say that he needs a hundred thousand living souls.

The earthquake predicted by the "two literacy and one" fortune teller was actually just a trick set up by this man.

The man once promised the goatee that as long as he is obedient, he will let him live, so the goatee has been waiting and looking forward, hoping that the legendary "earthquake" will come soon, the man fulfilled his wish, and he can also get relief , As for the life and death of the people in the city, what does it have to do with him?But he was so desperate that he had less than ten days left to work, but this fortune teller came out to make trouble. Wasn't this forcing him to his death?

Therefore, Goatee made up his mind that night, no matter what, he couldn't let the fortune teller succeed and make all the people in the city migrate.