Mojun's white fat chicken

Yin Moxiao finally signed his name on a contract as thick as a novel. The hook-nosed and blue-eyed international friend sitting opposite him finally breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled happily and stretched out his hand, "Yin Moxiao Dong, happy cooperation."

Yin Moxiao nodded and shook his head back, then looked down at the time.

The international friend invited: "I have a winery in Morse, and I treasure a bottle of top-quality white wine and a white rose, which are worthy of being tasted by someone like Yin Dong, why not..." He showed an ambiguous smile .

Yin Moxiao also smiled, stood up, and refused very straightforwardly, "There is a phoenix flower at home, it is very domineering, can you take the wine back? Taste it together, the rose is fine."

The international friend showed a surprised expression, Yin Moxiao Wanran? Smiled and withdrew.

Zhimeng curled her lips and slandered? That phoenix flower has been blooming for hundreds of years, but I haven't seen it yet? The devil plucked it off and put it in the house.

"Your Majesty, I suddenly remembered something." Weaving Dream said.

Yin Moxiao looked at his watch, got on the private jet, glanced at her and said, "Is it tighter than Abai?"

Zhimeng twitched the corners of her mouth, "It's kind of related, it's about that nine-tailed cat."

Yin Moxiao raised his eyebrows, signaling to speak.

"Her name is Xiaomao. I remember 1000 years ago? She came to the Temple of Demons several times and said she wanted to repay your life-saving grace, remember?"

Yin Moxiao shook his head, "I don't remember."

Zhimeng said: "Of course? You are busy? I am a guest at Nanyu Mountain. I am so funny to you, Young Master Aojiao Feng. How can I remember the kitten on the roadside? I heard that you chose the name casually." Casual enough.

Yin Moxiao crossed his arms in front of his chest? He asked, "What do you want to say?"

"Based on my subordinate's experience of being a woman for so many years..." Zhimeng considered it carefully and said, "This subordinate thinks it might not be good for you to come forward."

Yin Moxiao looked up at her, "A woman's experience?"

"Yeah." Zhimeng said, "That nine-tailed cat thousands of years ago? Visiting the Temple of Demons again and again, the subordinates will know that this is another admirer who falls under your suit pants and never changes."

Yin Moxiao had no expression on his face, no feeling.

"Of course? You have a deep love for Young Master Feng, so naturally you regard wild flowers on the roadside as nothing, but this cat has obviously become evil. If she knows that Young Master Feng is your heartbeat, then... a woman's jealousy The heart is immeasurable. Of course, if it was a thousand years ago, the young master of Nanyu Mountain would not pay attention to a nine-tailed cat, but now... Huluopingyang, uh, Fengxia Wutong, should not be able to beat Is she?"

Yin Moxiao nodded, and then asked: "So what does this have to do with what that cat did in Songwu Mountain?"

Zhimeng sighed and said, "After you give the order, the subordinate will send someone to inquire about Xiaomao's situation, and then...the subordinate's analysis really has something to do with you."

"Say."

"Xiaomao became a mountain god in Songwu Mountain in order to cultivate Nine Tails and wish to be with you. Human desires are inflated, and Xiaomao can't satisfy their needs. He was angered and smashed the mountain temple and knocked down the statue, breaking normal After cultivating the way of becoming an immortal, I turned to the evil way, and my only obsession is still with you. Then, Young Master Feng accepted the commission and went to Songwu Mountain in person. If you go in person, it’s okay if I didn’t meet you, see you Based on your protection of the young master, no need? I think it will definitely arouse the jealousy of a woman, and she will definitely be detrimental to the young master... blah blah blah..."

Yin Moxiao listened carefully, and persuaded him in a rare way: "Weaving Dreams."

"Subordinates are here."

"You don't read human's messy novels from now on, your brain is not working." Zhimeng opened his mouth.

Yin Moxiao said playfully: "It doesn't matter if the cat is jealous of A Bai, it doesn't matter if A Bai can't beat her, as long as I can kill her."

The private planes of the Demon Realm Group are all covered with the advanced version of Yiye Barrier, and the speed is as fast as lightning. It doesn't take much time to reach the border of Huaxia.

Weaving Meng looked at the elegant and cold back of his lord stupidly as he got off the plane, and murmured: "Yeah, I'm so stupid, apart from having no principles for Feng Bai, your lord, how can you feel pity for the fragrance and love for the jade?" , Poor Xiaomao."

Zhimeng shrugged, decided to go back and burned all the romance novels in one bedroom.

After all, this is the realm of the great demon, Feng Bai dare not be careless, he has placed a barrier outside the resting room, it serves as a warning?

As its name suggests, Songwu Mountain became more foggy at night. They sat in the old man's thatched hut, surrounded by a bonfire, planning to get through the night.

"Is there usually such a thick fog?" Yang Xi asked uneasily looking at the fog coming in from the crack in the door.

The old man fiddled with the firewood, the deep wrinkles on his face were crowded together, and he couldn't tell whether it was worry or fear. He said, "No."

Three girls and a pregnant woman were crowded in a corner, hugging each other's legs, shivering, with despair in their eyes, it was extremely unbearable to watch.

There was no sound outside. Heizi held a gun and opened the window of the thatched cottage to look out, only to find that there was nothing but darkness. No, at night like this, if there was danger approaching them, there was really nothing they could do.

"Close the window, I always feel panicked." Yang Xi said.

Heizi was about to take down the wooden stick supporting the window when suddenly a ray of moonlight pierced through the thick fog and shot into the house from the window.

The silvery moonlight, like a silver glow, cast a thin layer of silver frost on the ground.

It is really hard to imagine what kind of moonlight has such a penetrating power? It can penetrate thick fog, Feng Bai suddenly raised his head and said, "Here we come."

Jingle Bell……

The crisp and ethereal bells sounded, seeming to be far away and very near, but each sound seems to be full of charm, like an elegant kitten strolling in the courtyard.

At this time, the red light of Fengbai's enchantment flickered? It was broken.

Feng Bai drew out the Feng Ling sword, and said flatly: "You all? Stay here, there is no need to go out."

He opened the door, and scarlet eyes appeared in the tumbling mist at the door. They were rat swarms, which had surrounded the entire thatched hut.

The densely packed eyes pushed and surged? With bloody blood of malicious intent, they stared at the people in the room as if they were prey.

They involuntarily clenched the guns in their hands, but they really didn't know what effect it would have.

A stack of yellow paper charms was stuffed into Luo Junhe's hands, Feng Bai said: "Fenfen, as long as you can last."

Feng Bai is not afraid of mice, no matter how much it is, it is just a matter of fire, but what he is worried about is the sound of the bell and the moonlight.

Cats worship the moon, the power is strongest under the full moon.

The swarm of rats did not rush in, but parted a passage amidst the sound of bells. Under the moonlight, a kitten strolled along the hills in the distance. She had a long tail and a charming soft figure. Walking gracefully and leisurely, suddenly? In the blink of an eye, the wagging tail split into two, then? There were two more tails, and after a second, there seemed to be another one, changing irregularly.

Feng Bai stared at her tail, silently counting the number.The strength of a nine-tailed cat is directly proportional to the number of her tails.

The vertical pupils in the charming green cat's eyes reflected Fengbai's figure, she squinted slightly, a malicious smile appeared on the cat's face, and the tail flicked into one.

The pure white Xiaomao walked through the passage made by the rats, and asked casually, "Have you counted how many tails I have?"

"Anyway, it's less than nine." Feng Bai said.

"Hehehe..." The cat was right in front of me, but the laughter was all around, blowing in my ears.

Although Feng Bai didn't show it on the surface, he was shocked in his heart. The gap in strength couldn't be made up for with a single effort.

At the moment when he was in a trance, suddenly a sharp cold light came from in front of him, Feng Bai hurriedly leaned back, only heard a clank, Feng Lingjian caught the sharp claw.

Xiaomao was extremely small, but after its paw was caught by Feng Ling Sword, it didn't retreat, but in mid-air, its single paw firmly suppressed Feng Bai's long sword.The piercing piercing was caused by the friction of the claws on the sword, and the claws went all the way down and quickly forced Feng Bai to give up the sword and dodge back.

The Feng Ling Sword turned back in the air, and finally let out a long cry and stabbed it obliquely on the ground, right in front of the feet of several humans.

Yang Xi swallowed her saliva, looked at the elegant cat, with a look of fear on her face, and murmured: "I won't keep cats anymore..."

Not to mention keeping a cat, can he survive? Go out? It’s still a problem. Just by looking at it, we can see that Feng Bai’s strength is lower.

"The blood of the phoenix is ​​really different." Xiaomao licked off the blood on his paws, and his round green eyes showed satisfaction.

This is Feng Bai's first big monster who can see through his identity at a glance after waking up. The pressure is not normal.

He didn't care to wipe off the blood on his face, raised his hand to recall Feng Lingjian, and stared at the nine-tailed cat vigilantly.

The silvery moonlight was stained with blood at some point. The blood moon hanging in the sky is an omen? Ominous, the moonlight sprinkled on the white cat, and her green eyes turned red. After that, she lazily stretched her waist , the cat's body gradually elongated and stretched, and finally turned into an enchanting woman with silver hair and black dress.

Her eyes fell on the trembling old head, and she sneered: "You group of greedy and repetitive bedbugs, do you think you can kill me with the power of a little phoenix? It's ridiculous, but I still blame it too much. Kindness, since you don't want to live anymore, then give it to my mouse as a snack."

She said, "The bloodthirsty red light in the eyes of the rats behind her became more intense, and the rats rushed towards the thatched huts everywhere?" After a while, they heard screams, and some people ran out of the thatched huts in horror. Facing the mountain god, he kowtowed and begged for mercy.

They couldn't speak, and their eyes showed a begging humbleness, but the rats rushed to them after all, and then retreated, leaving behind the bones that were licked clean.

The tall and strong men watched their companions turn into bones one by one. They didn't dare to resist, but they kowtowed more intensely, blood stains appeared on their foreheads, covering their entire faces.

Xiaomao smiled, and gently stroked her clean face with her black nails. She watched the old man kneel down with a thump, and the old man said tearfully, "It's all my fault, please forgive the mountain god." They, you kill me!"

In the face of life, freedom is a joke.

"I think I will spare your life for the sake of your ancestors. If that's the case, then I will fulfill you."

The old man didn't say anything, just prostrated himself on the ground, waiting to die.

A group of rats surged, slowly surrounded the old man under Xiaomao's cold gaze.