My Back Table is Actually Gabriel

The raging flames suddenly weakened, and quickly turned from a torrent of flames into a small flame.

The expression of the old man with the straw hat changed. He looked down and found a crack on the gourd. When he reached out and touched it, the whole gourd was split in two from the middle, and then shattered into pure spiritual power, which dissipated in the air.

"You actually broke my gourd..." The old man in the straw hat raised his head, revealing an ugly face with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and yelled, "You managed to piss me off!"

Soon someone made a sudden sound.

"It's the monster who stole lamp oil among the ghosts."

"No wonder it looks familiar."

"I smelled a strange smell just now. It seems that the gourd is full of lamp oil it stole, right?"

"..."

"Bah bah." The old man took off his straw hat and rolled up his sleeves, revealing two dry, black and skinny arms that looked like reed sticks that hadn't been washed in a long time. Ye, with a fierce look in his eyes, "I want to let you know what fear is."

Hua Ye's face was calm, and he turned the blade, pointing at the rat demon.

"Goo-"

The old monster who was still arrogant just now, like a duck being strangled by the neck, stopped speaking abruptly, his shriveled and thin body trembled suddenly, and hurriedly stretched out his hand and said, "Wait a minute."

"Ok?"

Hua Ye stopped his movements and waited for the next sentence. Could it be possible that the shriveled and thin old monster can transform like the Guixianren?

"I'll warm up first."

The gourd demon squatted down, pulled the ligament, then looked solemnly, took a deep breath and said: "...Farewell!"

Before the words fell, the monster turned around and ran away, turned into a cloud of smoke, and flew into the pocket of the Onmyoji.

"..."

The air suddenly became quiet.

The onmyoji of the Kannazuki family who summoned the oil-stealing demon suddenly flushed red, the cross tendons on his forehead throbbed, and then spit out a mouthful of blood and fell backwards.

It doesn't work if you don't vomit blood.

No matter how you say it, the Kannazuki family is a big family that has been passed down for hundreds of years. Now that they have lost such a big face, they must quickly throw the blame away!

"Thank you for your help."

With a low and hoarse voice, Yatengu walked to Hua Ye's side. His body was covered with bloody scars, and even half of his wings were torn off. Unfortunately, he had a crow's head, and he couldn't even express pain. not come out.

At the same time, Yao Dao Ji chopped down the source of the hero, Laiguang, and walked back to Hua Ye. Her long silver hair fluttered gently in the evening wind, and her body could be seen trembling slightly. High-intensity battles would consume a lot of spiritual power. After beheading two heroic spirits, the spiritual power she had replenished just now was almost exhausted.

The head of the Kannazuki family looked at Hua Ye with a gloomy expression.

As the head of the family, he naturally has a powerful shikigami in his hand that he didn't summon, but the question is... can he win if he summons it?

"Can't win."

Almost in the next second, Patriarch Kannazuki had the answer in his heart.

None of the family members brought in by this operation were weak, but they were all defeated by a single elementary school student.

The shot is likely to lose, and when the news of the entire family being defeated by a high school student spreads, the Kannazuki family will definitely lose face and deal a heavy blow.

Whether you want to admit it or not, this operation is almost doomed.

What needs to be considered now is how to get out without embarrassing the family...

"Talking—"

Yaodao Ji stretched out a finger and gently tugged at Hua Ye's sleeve.

"What's wrong?" Hua Ye looked down, "Want to replenish the magic?"

"Don't!" Yaodao Ji clenched her silver teeth, a faint blush appeared on her small face, she lost such a big face in front of everyone, she will definitely not lose it a second time!

Yaodao Ji hesitated, leaned closer to Hua Ye's ear, and whispered, "It's Taoyao... who helped me hundreds of years ago."

Hua Ye turned his head to look at the Peach Blossom Demon in the enemy camp. The spiritual power shikigami he summoned was not a monster of flesh and blood. It looked about the same size as Yaodao Ji, with green eyes, soft and timid, petite and pitiful.

Four eyes facing each other.

Peach Blossom Demon's small body trembled suddenly, lowered her head in panic, and hid behind a female onmyoji.

"You want her to come here?" Hua Ye asked.

Yaodao Ji bit her lower lip, nodded and said, "That's right."

"Understood." Hua Ye looked at the middle-aged man in the lead, "Can you sell me that Peach Blossom Demon?"

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he said in a deep voice, "I can sell it to you, I want a drop of the mountain god's blood."

"No, my lord." Shi Changji, who was eating potato chips and watching a play, hurriedly shook her head, "Don't promise him!"

Hua Ye said calmly, "Yes."

"Ugh-"

The House Girl Mountain God puffed up her cheeks, knowing that Hua Ye could not go back on what she had promised, so she could only grab the potato chips and stuff them into her mouth angrily, and started to eat them with a 'crack cluck'.

Jing Keai asked curiously: "That person made such a big battle just to get your blood? If you want it, just smoke a tube."