My Taoist companion is a little fox

In this world, Qianli hugged the sleeping Zhou Ke and sat on the bed, the little Taoist unconsciously slumped on him, his browbones knocked against his collarbone.

Qian Li wiped off the blood from the corner of his lips, rubbed against Zhou Ke's side face, closed his eyes and said to himself: "It's me, Qian Li, it's you who don't cry."

He turned the past into a repertoire on the stage, and the little Taoist priest experienced his old soul on the stage.A few years ago, they were at a loss on a snowy night, and after many years, they embraced each other on this night.

The whistling sound outside the window was getting louder, and the thousand-year-old fox demon immersed in the old world was suddenly disturbed by a powerful fluctuation of the soul. The moment he opened his eyes, he picked up the little Taoist priest and teleported, and the cramped single bed was cut by spiritual power in a second. Got to fall apart.

Nine fox tails emerged from the air, and Zhou Ke was suspended in mid-air with his entourage, forming an array of spiritual power to trap the uninvited visitor who came walking on the snow.

Qian Li covered Zhou Ke's back, squinted his eyes and looked down at the puppet who barged in, and said in a cold tone, "King Zheng's ghost master, what are you doing here?"

The man in black on the ground raised his head, the scarlet between his brows was thick and dazzling.

"Half Immortal." The national teacher was bound by countless spiritual powers, his eyes did not fluctuate, and his frankness was almost stupid: "I want that mortal in your arms."

Qian Li was amused: "Ghosts don't need to eat, and they don't need to practice. Eating him won't help you."

"I have to—" the pupils of the national teacher suddenly turned scarlet, and the surrounding air pressure dropped sharply, "Give it a try."

With the howling of the wind and snow, tens of thousands of ghosts gathered in Zhengdu, flocking into this narrow small guest room, trying to help their leader restrain the half-immortal nine-tailed fox and snatch the sweet pastry in his arms.

The national teacher thinks simply, a good man is hard to beat with four hands, not to mention his army of ghosts is tens of thousands, everyone still has a chance of winning together.Interfering with the spirit of the great demon, he can seize the opportunity to capture that amazingly fragrant young Taoist priest and devour him...

However, the goose and nine-tailed man hung in the air without moving, without moving his eyebrows, his lips parted and silently chanted a series of mantras, which in turn controlled the ghosts under him in an instant.

The ghost soldiers who were frozen in the frame were stunned: "?!"

Immediately the ghosts crowded the ghosts and yelled, some angrily: "Boss, you have been stolen!"

"Boss, quickly take our control back!"

"Why are you so fat, head, you are a ghost general, why was the power to control ghosts pushed by a big demon!"

There is also the boss who sells ghost legs:

"Fucking Master Half Immortal! This ghost idea has nothing to do with us, if you have something to do, go to our boss—"

"If you have nothing to do, the boss will take care of you, if you have something to do, the boss will take care of you!"

The chattering ability of the ghost soldiers made the ghost almost unsteady. He recited another series of incantations, and the ghost soldiers' vocal ability was also temporarily deprived, leaving only the big ghost eyes staring at the little ghost eyes.

The ghost general Guoshi was also stunned, and tried repeatedly to control the ghost army, but unfortunately all ended in failure.

Qianli hugged him tightly and fell to the ground, the little Taoist priest was taller than him, and was manipulated to bend over, with his head resting softly on his shoulder.

The national teacher was very confused: "I am the ghost general, why can you control them beyond me?"

"You and that King Zheng don't even know where the effective point of the contract is." Qian Li carried the big little Taoist priest back to the single bed with some difficulty, and with a sweep of his tail, the single bed was beaten into tatters and recovered Back to the original appearance.He laid Zhou Ke flat and pulled the quilt, and gently pressed his fingertips between the little Taoist's eyebrows.

"Little ghost, your predecessor is lying here. He stayed in the ghost general's seat for 300 years in his previous life. I watched how he was a ghost general, and I know more than you."

The stupid national teacher was dumbfounded: "This mortal's past life is my predecessor?"

"Yes." Qianli looked at the sleeping Zhou Ke and laughed softly, "A serious senior. Your master doesn't know that the ones who are suitable for signing the ghost army contract are humans with the most yin blood, such as himself, Not a stupid monster like you. At that time, the Zheng family had two sons with the same blood of the most Yin, one of the two sons was the king, holding the contract of the ghost army, and was supported by all ghosts; the other... went to the altar at fifteen, died and became a ghost Will."

"It's what you want to devour... the previous life of this sweet pastry."

"Fuck..."

After Zhou Ke saw a puppet general who looked like himself, he couldn't hold back anymore. He was in the memory of the past, and a storm started to appear in his own memory.The soul seemed to be stripped out, or returned to its place, and experienced seven short and long days on the body of the ghost general.

He was nailed to the huge altar, and the wound was solidified before being torn off. He watched the dark red blood slowly flowing out fill the dents of every spell.

Zhou Ke could no longer feel the pain, only the wetness in his mouth.When it dries up to the end, there will be an illusion of moisture when it is dying.

"anyone there……"

Zhou Ke heard a dumb little cry for help, the ground was covered with blood, and there was nothing in sight.

Anyone can come.

Monsters and monsters are good.

Don't extravagantly ask me to save my life, but give me a happy death.

Seven days of blood dryness is too difficult.

Zhou Ke gasped for breath, a fire was burning in his throat, heart and lungs.What is nailed here is not a person, but coke, or dead grass.

No one came, from sunrise to sunset, when the last drop of blood was drained, he closed his eyes and fell into the darkness of chaos.There is no pain in life in the darkness, as if there is only the eternal silence of death—but he has become a ghost, but his memory has merged with his noisy previous three lives.

A red fox, a fox demon, he has come for three lives.

Zhou Ke suddenly shivered, the boundless winter snow covered the carefully crafted puppet container, and the freshly baked ghost general was put in a puppet body that was almost the same as his own appearance before his death. The absence of cold.

Then he found that he didn't feel anything except the cold.

His vision changed from black to bright, and Zhou Ke's soul jumped to the boarding house, and then returned to Qianli's body, looking at his fourth world.

The five-hundred-year-old Qianli was full of astonishment, unable to comprehend what he saw in front of him: "You..."

"I've been dead for three years. After death, there are memories of my previous life." The ghost general stood numbly, struggling to articulate the words. He turned around after speaking briefly, and walked out of the bedroom.

"I don't need you. You go."

My fate cannot be changed, and my death has nothing to do with you.

only……

You are late.