Be a paranoid boss in Tianwen

Chapter 219 Little Demon’s First Spirit (2)

Nan Xing was holding a bag of melon seeds, leaning against a big tree, watching the play with a smile.

"I don't remember that I know you, you'd better leave quickly, or don't blame my ruthless men!"

Zheng!
Li Chuanning drew his sword expressionlessly, and the tip of the sword was facing the unknown kid.

He is a cultivator, and even his sword has an aura of righteousness that makes evil spirits fear.

The moment the sword tip met his neck, the kid clearly sensed the murderous intent.

Can--

He still opened a pair of wet and dark eyes, staring straight at the young man in a white Taoist robe in front of him, he was wronged, more innocent than the eyes of the rabbit spirit who had just died.

Li Chuening: "..."

"Let's do whatever he wants, he can follow if he wants, it doesn't get in the way anyway."

Nibbling melon seeds, Nan Xing suggested with a smile.

Glancing at his own master who doesn't think it's a big deal to eat melons, Li Chuaning glanced at the poor boy again, helplessly and speechless:

"Since my master said so, then you can stay."

The young man was so excited that he wanted to throw himself on Li Chuanning in joy.

Li Chuanning's face was as cold as ice:
"Do not touch me!"

"Oh~"

The boy who almost pounced on him drooped his head again, very aggrieved.

The corner of Li Chuanning's mouth twitched fiercely:
"A man should be upright, why are you crying like a girl?"

His tone was fierce, the boy's eyes turned redder, but he muttered unconvinced:
"I'm not a man."

He is a male ghost.

Li Chuening: "..."

"Whatever you want, do you remember what your name is?"

"Yang Haoyu."

"Little ghost, why are you on Rabbit Spirit?"

Nan Xing, who had been eating melon seeds, finally spoke out.

Rabbit Jing died a long time ago, and if it wasn't for Yang Haoyu's Yin Qi, his body would have rotted long ago.

"I don't know, I just remember my name, and—"

Said, Yang Haoyu raised his finger to Li Chuanning:
"This priest."

Li Chuanning has a very familiar and reassuring smell about him.

He even had an illusion that he was born for him.

Li Chuaning took a few steps back in disgust:

"Don't hate me!"

Putting down his hand, Yang Haoyu bit his lower lip, feeling wronged again.

Li Chuanning didn't bother to look at him anymore, seeing that Nanxing melon seeds were almost eaten, she urged her to continue on her way.

There are many mountain peaks around the town, and when it was getting dark, the two of them and a ghost spent the night in Shangyun Mountain.

In order to avoid being disturbed by ghosts and monsters at night, Li Chuaning arranged many magic circles around the tent.

After all the arrangements were made, he lit a fire for Nan Xing to keep warm, and told him many things, before going hunting and making dinner.

Seeing that Li Chuanning was gone, Yang Haoyu carefully rubbed to Nan Xing's side:

"Could the immortal master tell me about Li Daochang?"

He was curious.

Nan Xing did not refuse, and simply talked about Li Chuanning's past.

Li Chuanning was an abandoned baby picked up by a boa constrictor spirit at the foot of Yunyin Mountain.

When I picked it up, it was skinny, poisoned, and turned purple all over, like a shriveled and ugly purple sweet potato.

At that time, Nan Xing wanted to refuse, because the first rule of Xianzong's acceptance of disciples was that those who were not beautiful would not be accepted.

The door rules are strict, she is not easy to disobey.

Seeing that the immortal sect would not accept him, the boa constrictor knelt outside the sect's gate for three days and three nights.

Although Yunyin Mountain is surrounded by dense fog all year round, the surrounding area of ​​Xianzong is clear and fog-free.

Thus, the scorching summer sun forcibly transformed the boa constrictor essence from a white and tender big white snake into a big yellow snake with scorched skin.

Nan Xing relented and agreed to detoxify the abandoned baby.

After the poison was cured, he found that the abandoned baby was quite good-looking, so Li Chuaning was accepted into the sect.

Yang Haoyu: "..."

This Xianzong is really strange.

Coincidentally, Li Chuanning came back from hunting.

Holding two washed pheasants and hares in his hands, and wearing a fairy-like body similar to that of Nan Xing, the corner of Yang Haoyu's mouth twitched, it was hard to imagine what he looked like when he was a purple sweet potato.

Li Chuanning was very quick, and quickly roasted the wild animals, and the night finally fell at this time.

Outside the magic circle, monsters and ghosts are tempted to move by the fragrance.

Li Chuanning is the first disciple of the Immortal Sect, and the magic circle he set up cannot be attacked by ordinary evil spirits.

"roll!"

The rustling movement made by the monster annoyed Li Chuanning. He stood up, drew his sword, looked at the pair of green or red eyes in the darkness, and sternly threatened.

The domineering Taoist righteousness frightened the lowly daoist little monsters, screaming and running away in all directions:
"Someone is going to kill the demon, run away!"

"Kill the ghost, kill the ghost, help!"

"..."

Li Chuening: "..."

In the darkness all around, only the brave ones remained, lurking secretly, not knowing what they were planning.

"Don't pay attention to them, they won't be able to break in anyway."

Nan Xing didn't care, and threw a chicken bone outside the magic circle.

Hurrah, the greedy monsters bared their teeth and looted.

With a snort, Li Chuaning withdrew his sword with a cold face, returned to the fire, and began to eat barbecue.

Nan Xing eats fast and has a bit of food accumulation:
"Apprentice, I'm going for a walk to digest food."

Li Chuanning did not stop him.

Not long after leaving the magic circle, Nan Xing had already followed many evil spirits behind him.

It seemed that, in their opinion, compared to the fierce Li Chuanning, Nan Xing, who looked thin and thin, was easier to bully.

Finally, a ghost couldn't stand the scent of human flesh emanating from Nan Xing's body, showed his ferocious sharp teeth, and rushed towards him viciously——

No one saw clearly how that thin human being made a move, and they were not even sure whether he made a move.

It's just that in a blink of an eye, the fierce ghost with a century-old cultivation base turned into a pile of dead ashes on the ground.

"..."

It's even more powerful than that fierce human being!

The evil spirits lurking in the darkness were shocked, and no one dared to act rashly.

Nan Xing's ear was finally quiet.

He lifted his foot and walked further into the woods.

The air at night, with a hint of damp coolness, feels fresher.

Picking up a piece of wood from the ground, a ball of flames jumped between his fingers, igniting the wood, and through the light of the fire, Nan Xing saw a fruit tree full of fruits not far away.

It just so happened that I ate too much barbecue, so I have some fruit to relieve the tiredness.

Walking in, stretching out his hand, before touching the fruit, a few hissing sounds, a small flower snake came out from the leaf gap, and its sharp fangs bit Nan Xing's finger without hesitation.

Nan Xing reacted quickly, stopped his hand quickly, and took a few steps back, looking at the little flower snake that didn't seem to have many years of cultivation with interest——

No, it should be a little fat bug with fur and flowers.

I don't know what kind of little monster it is. It grows as long as Zhuyeqing, but its body is not as slender as Zhuyeqing. It is fat and fleshy, with a pair of black mung bean-sized eyes on its forehead, and two pointed eyes in its mouth. Thin fangs.

Its face is also surprisingly fat, and there are round marks of red on each cheek, like rouge.

The little monster looks like a snake and a worm. It seems to have been bullied just now, and its chubby body has signs of being beaten. Nan Xing was not sure what kind of weird thing it was for a while.

"Don't touch my Guoguo!"

The little fat worm grinned fiercely at Nan Xing, his voice was soft and non-threatening.

Guoguo is the fruit tree, trembling in the night wind, it seems that she is very afraid of Nanxing.

(End of this chapter)