In this way, Yan Zhengya followed the weasel demon and came to Xiaozhou Mountain in the evening. At this time, Xiao Zhoushan was gradually shrouded in darkness, and at the winding mountain road, Yan Zhengya squatted on the ground to check something.
It's not wrong, this demonic aura is also mixed with a faint smell of alcohol.
How much alcohol did this weasel demon steal from that person? It's okay to steal someone's wine and drink it, why are you still so incompetent to fart at someone? Is it strange that people don't hold revenge? Yan Zhengya complained in her heart, carefully identified the direction of the demonic energy, and then continued to go deep into Xiaozhou Mountain.
As Zhengya went deeper, another strange aura in the deep mountain caught his attention. This aura was different from the demonic energy, but it was purer than the demonic energy. The color of the demonic energy was light red, and this aura, is blackened.
Intuition told him that there was a dangerous aura, Yan Zhengya immediately cheered up, spit out the dog's tail grass in his mouth, and squeezed two talismans from his chest in his hand.
The deep grass in front of him moved, and a yellow and white thing rushed out and quickly disappeared.
It's that weasel demon! Zhengya was overjoyed and quickly followed.
A fire talisman in his hand flew forward, and the bang ignited the deep grass in front of him. Yan Zhengya leaped forward, and the peach wood sword behind him was urged to draw out its scabbard. Following Yan Zhengya's control, she flew straight towards the little weasel demon. .
Seeing that the little weasel demon had a wooden sword in front of it and a fire talisman behind it, it was in a dilemma. The little demon fell on its front feet, let out a strange cry, and its stomach quickly swelled. With a loud noise, yellow smoke filled the surroundings, and the stench was unpleasant. smell.
"Fuck!" Yan Zhengya quickly held her breath and farted whenever she disagreed. Do you have any quality
Yan Zhengya made sword fingers, manipulating Taomujian, and chased the fleeing weasel demon again. He has been fighting demons for many years, and he has seen too many such blindfolds and hallucinations. Taomujian followed the demonic energy and flew all the way to the deep mountains. go.
After chasing for about a stick of incense, the weasel demon seemed to be exhausted, running wildly while looking back at the distance of the peach wood sword, accidentally hit the sharp stone in front, screamed, unconscious, oh, no , is inattentive.
Yan Zhengya came later, opened the demon-subduing universe bag around his waist, and put the weasel demon in it. He nodded with satisfaction, um, ten taels of silver in hand. No, in front of the client, let the weasel demon give up smelling it for itself. Hey, this is a little difficult. But it's not impossible. Forget it, don't think about it, think about it later.
It was getting late, he took out the compass, set the position of the mountain pass, and went out slowly all the way.
Just as he was walking to a place more than a mile away from the mountain pass, the Taomu sword behind him trembled twice, and the faint demonic aura immediately caught Yan Zhengya's attention.
There are demons? Yan Zhengya raised her eyebrows slightly, followed the demonic energy, turned a corner, and groped down the valley.
The demon qi gradually became stronger, Yan Zhengya trembled in her heart, and took the peach wood sword in her hand. There was a deep grass in front of her, and there was something rustling in it.
He used the tip of his sword to open the deep grass in front of him, and a small black lump was nesting there.
Yan Zhengya poked tentatively with the sword, and with a slam, the black thing shuddered violently, revealing a pink nose.
Both sides were startled, Zhengya shrank back, and the little pink nose jumped up in shock.
This jump, Yan Zhengya can see clearly, this is a... pig
That's right, a swarthy little pig with a pink nose and black peas eyes is looking at himself with fright. A chubby body, four small pig trotters, and a small curled tail.
It turned out to be just an ordinary little black pig, Yan Zhengya relieved, let out a deep breath, and patted his heart.
The little black pig didn't dare to move, and looked at Zhengya not far away.
(Tian Miao has already come to this world, but I will release it tomorrow. This time, the fateful person, ah no, the fateful pig this time is our little black pig.)
(End of this chapter)