Buddhist Evil Wife

I remember that day, Nanny Zhang gave him an eighth-level demon pill for a side test. After he touched the demon pill, not only did the demon pill firmly stick to his hand, but also a warm current penetrated into his palm. But, now This did not happen to the first-level demon pill in his hand.

Could it be that the level of the demon core is different, so there will be different reactions?

Yin Jitian stood up and walked towards the counter where the demon pills were placed.There are no less than a hundred low-level demon pills on the table, in different sizes and neatly arranged.

He touched every demon pill, and nothing happened on the day of the test.

The buddy who has been paying attention to Yin Jitian's actions, saw Yin Jitian frowned, as if encountering some problem, hurried over to ask: "I wonder if the guest officer is satisfied with this batch of demon pills?"

Yin Jitian thought for a while and said, "I want to see the third-level demon pill!"

The buddy immediately fetched a third-level demon pill from the backyard, and said respectfully to Yin Jitian: "This is the third-level demon pill of the Rock Ice Beast!"

As soon as Yin Jitian took over the third-level demon pill, he immediately felt that the third-level demon pill was different from the first and second-level demon pills, and the next situation was exactly the same as when he got the eighth-level demon pill that day. It stuck to the palm of his hand, and a chill penetrated into his palm.

He glanced at his friend who had been staring at him all the time, and said indifferently: "I want this demon pill. Besides, you can choose two first-level demon pills and second-level demon pills for me!"

"Ok!"

While the buddy was picking the demon pill, Yin Jitian quickly tore off the third-level demon pill stuck to his palm, and then threw it into the Qiankun bag.

The clerk smiled and handed the demon pill: "The shopkeeper has explained that all the goods you buy in the store will be recorded on the account."

Yin Jitian took the Yaodan that was packed in a cloth bag and asked, "Do you have a hut here?"

I drank porridge for breakfast this morning, so it was easy to want to go to the toilet.

The clerk was stunned for a moment, his eyes showed a scrutinizing look, and when he saw the word Beijia engraved on the identity badge on Yin Jitian's waist, he smiled again: "Come with me!"

Yin Jitian followed the buddy to the backyard of the store.

The man said with a smile as he walked, "On weekdays, there are relatively few people who use the hut, so the hut is built in a relatively corner place."

Cultivators never eat whole grains, so few people use thatched huts, and they don't pay much attention to thatched huts. They usually build as far as they can.

The man took Yin Jitian to the innermost corner of the back yard and left the yard.

Looking at the overgrown hut, Yin Jitian frowned tightly.

The hut is very simple, there is no roof to protect it from the wind and rain, only a dozen or so wooden boards are randomly built, the only thing I am thankful is that there is no unpleasant smell from inside, it can be seen that no one really uses it on weekdays here.

Yin Jitian couldn't hold back anymore, so he had to walk in.

As soon as he took off his pants to drain the water, he heard the sound of fighting outside.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sudden crackling sound overhead.

Yin Jitian suddenly raised his head, and saw two figures standing straight on the left and right wooden boards.