Love your pet egg

Hao Laoliu was skeptical, but he still decided to take a gamble. Whether what the little demon said was true or not, he would not know until he recovered his human form.

To say that Hao Laoliu is really poor, he wanted to help Eleven that day, but he was penniless. In the end, he found a large supermarket with his eggs in his pocket, nested in a corner, unpacked the milk in the supermarket, and fed him there. An egg gurgled and drank half full.

Then he went back to the abandoned kiln factory where he had been staying before, just as he let go of his hand, a red light flashed in front of his eyes, and there stood a beautiful young man who was too beautiful to be real.

Hao Laoliu looked straight at him, but he was more eager to confirm the identity of the other party: "You said you are a phoenix, how can you prove it?"

The boy in red walked around Hao Laoliu with his hands behind his back.

"You, what are you looking at? We, we can agree, you won't eat mine!"

Hao Laoliu trembled.

"Grandpa," the young man waved his hand, his voice is no longer as immature as a child's, but it is still as clear as ice and broken jade, very nice, "I won't eat you! I will repay you if I say it! You You have black and blue mildew around your body, there is a mildew god haunting you!"

"Of course I know this. People who practice Taoism have five disadvantages and three deficiencies. I, Hao Laoliu, should be "poor". In this world, nothing can be without money, so what you said is correct. It's not bad to be entangled with the mold god!"

Hao Laoliu said discouragedly.

Eleven shook his head: "You haven't achieved anything in your cultivation, and you haven't had five disadvantages and three deficiencies."

Hao Laoliu blushed, and defended guiltily:

"You, you little doll, have practiced the old way for decades. Although you haven't achieved great success, you still have small, small successes..."

Normal people would cleverly change the subject at such embarrassing moments and give the other party a step down, but Eleven was obviously not among them. He said earnestly:

"Not only did you not practice, but you said a lot of lies, which made your bad luck worse, and that's why you are so poor!"

Hao Laoliu stared straight, unable to speak a word.

His profession is indeed a magic stick. He usually set up a hexagram booth at the gate of the temple and made a living by fooling around.

Unexpectedly, the young man's conversation changed at the next moment, "I can help you get rid of the bad luck, and I will give you a photo book. If you study the photo book carefully, you will stop lying in the future, and the evening scene will still be very good. Do you think it is good?"

"Please go away?" Hao Laoliu asked suspiciously, "Why?"

"Courtesy first, soldiers first, mouth first and then hands!"

The young man said it as a matter of course, he opened his palm, and Hao Laoliu suddenly saw a shining mirror in the palm of the young man, which reflected a pair of skeletons, which were wrapped with silk threads of various colors, and there was a blue line on the top of the skull. The black silk ribbon is extra thick/long.

Hao Laoliu's eyeballs popped out in horror: "This, this..."

"See? This is the bad luck brought to you by the God of Misfortune," Eleven comforted, "Don't panic, let me invite him away for you."

Eleven is very confident in his own strength. Regardless of his young age, he hasn't learned systematic spells yet, but he can't help but his background is already top-notch in the God Realm. Many spells are self-taught. From the day he broke his shell and became a bird, he has been walking sideways in the upper three realms. When the little mildew god came to him, he was not even qualified to salute him!

Hao Laoliu's eyes were full of awe, the glaze in the palm of his hand, which could illuminate the three souls and seven spirits of a person, was enough for him to believe that even if this young man was not a phoenix, he would definitely have a great background.

Hao Laoliu looked at the young man and took out an ancient mirror whose back was green and transparent and the material could not be seen, and his expression couldn't help dreaming. Whether it was glass in the palm or picking things out of thin air, this is something only a god can do!

The thumb and index finger of Eleven's right hand swiped across the mirror, looking intently like a teenager playing a game on a mobile phone.

Hao Laoliu looked over curiously, with a dazed expression on his face, because the mirror surface was like a layer of frosted glass covered with fog, and nothing could be seen on it.

However, the supernatural young man nodded his head in a serious manner:

"It turns out that the mildew god here is called Jiang Che."

He talked to himself first, then scratched his head, and took out a roll of silk cloth out of thin air. He put his face on the silk cloth and rolled it around, then put it away in satisfaction, and then pinched a few times with his left and right hands quickly. Finally, he pointed to the open space behind Hao Laoliu:

"Moldy God Jiang Che, listen to the order of my Lingguang Phoenix True Monarch, and retreat quickly!"

Hao Laoliu held his breath, and rolled his eyes desperately to the top of his head, hoping to see some strange sight.

However, the chicken coop on Hao Laoliu's head didn't even shake a hair.

The boy stomped his feet, changed his tactic, and shouted again: "Moldy God Jiang Che, retreat quickly!"

Hao Laoliu was so excited that the cheekbones on his cheeks trembled slightly, he asked in a low voice:

"Are you back?"

Beads of sweat oozed from the young man's forehead, and he changed his hand formula again: "Quickly retreat!"

"Retreat!"

"Disperse!"

Hao Laoliu's expression went from excited to calm, and finally to blank without expression, but his questioning eyes showed his inner voice at the moment—who is this liar?

Eleven wiped the sweat off his forehead, pursed his lips tightly, and looked a bit annoyed. He suddenly crossed his waist, and spit out a bright flame from his mouth. The sixth child screamed, covered his brows and squatted down.

The old man only felt a burning pain on his forehead, and he almost rolled to the ground.

"Don't eat and drink a toast!"

Please don't leave with a good voice and anger, I insist on setting fire to this real gentleman!

Eleven clapped his hands, stepped forward to help Hao Laoliu, and already held a biting cold stone in one small hand and stuck it to the old man's forehead, explaining a little apologetically:

"The mildew god here doesn't recognize me, so I had no choice but to beat him out. Don't be afraid, this ice spirit is dedicated to treating the sun's real fire burns, and it will be healed in a while!"

Hao Laoliu trembled and asked, "Then this is... driving away?"

"Get away!"

The young boy spread his palms again, Hao Laoliu saw that all the thin blue and black lines on the skeleton disappeared, and he murmured happily while covering his still hot forehead:

"I, Hao Laoliu, will leave the God of Misfortune from now on, and I want to be lucky?!"

Eleven returned Hao Laoliu's favor, but the two did not part ways. Of course Hao Laoliu wished to sacrifice to this little fairy. Eleven had to rely on the power of mortals to find his brother.

The two called each other as master and apprentice. With the help of Eleven, Hao Laoliu took several important orders in a row, and became famous in the capital city for a while. Several wealthy businessmen who came into contact with them all took their portraits and agreed to help. Looking for someone, but to no avail.

Today, at the invitation of the richest man in the capital, Hao Laoliu coaxed Eleven, if he helped Yang Chenxun get rid of Xishan's coffin, with his strength, he would definitely be able to help Eleven find his brother.

Eleven happily followed.

Two tables were opened at noon, and Yang Chao and 11, two people of the same age, sat next to each other.

Yang Chao sat among a group of monks and priests who were old enough to be his grandfather, feeling uncomfortable, poking at the dishes with chopsticks, but Shi Lulu ate without lifting his head.

The child's eating appearance was completely inversely proportional to his face, his rosy face was bulging like a puffer fish, his eyes were still staring at the big turntable on the table, his right hand was holding the chopsticks, and his left was still picking up the plate.

Yang Chao thought in confusion, why does a person who is quite pleasing to the eye always act like he has never eaten good food in eight lifetimes?

How did the pampered Young Master Yang know that he had experienced the doomsday era when Han Zheng was almost killed even eating a box of Godivan? On the eleventh day, he was afraid of dying and there was no good food. All the things that go into Elang Ring are moved in. Steamed, fried, boiled and stewed things are not easy to take, but fried shrimps, salted ducks, fresh, fat and greasy hairy crabs... can still be taken in all at once.

Children who drifted over in troubled times, hoarding food is an essential skill.

When Yang Chao lowered his head and sipped the soup, he realized that Aolong in front of him had disappeared without a trace of his plate!He looked around in astonishment. If he remembered correctly, this dish was served in less than 2 minutes. Who removed it?

Young Master Yang doesn't have many hobbies, and this dish is one of them.

"Hey waiter!" Yang Chao waved his hands and shouted, "Give me another plate of Australian dragon!"

Eleven paused while holding the chopsticks, and finally looked up at Yang Chao in the midst of his busy schedule, pursing his lips and smiling very friendly.

The kid just took a pair of chopsticks Aolong, and he was startled as a prawn just after eating, he had never eaten such a delicious food, so he hid the whole plate in it, now Yang Chao ordered another plate, Eleven couldn't bear it I buried my little face in the plate and secretly laughed.

Eleven is not very experienced in the matter of pulling wool. He didn't know that the dishes on the table must be covered with rain and dew to not attract attention. Once again, the great movement of heaven and earth moved into his own Elang ring.

Yang Chao lowered his head, but kept paying attention to Eleven on the left from the corner of his eye. The previous plate of Aolong disappeared strangely. The other old men on the table did not touch this dish at all. Although this guess is a bit outrageous, Yang Chao There is every reason to suspect that this kid is stealing lobsters!

Sure enough, Yang Chao only felt that the young man's red sleeves flicked in front of his eyes, and a five or six catty Australian dragon even plate disappeared without a trace.

Not only stealing lobsters, but also stealing plates!

Yang Chao suddenly turned his head and stared at Eleven!

Eleven looked back at the past with innocent eyes.

All of a sudden, there was a buzzing electric current rushing in the air, and a silent reconnaissance and anti-reconnaissance battle of Aolong's disappearance without any reason broke out between the two teenagers.

Yang Chao suppressed his voice and asked in a low voice, "Where did you hide your things?"

Eleven pursed her lips tightly and shook her head.

"Do you dare not admit it?" Yang Chao raised his eyebrows.

"I won't tell you!" Eleven was confident.

Yang Chao: "..."

"You don't tell me I know you did it!"

Yang Chao lifted the tablecloth to look, then leaned over to look at the chair behind Eleven, but he couldn't find anything like a package, and finally he had an idea:

"If you tell me where you hid it, I'll order you another."

Eleven is not fooled, shook his head firmly, catching thieves can't get the stolen goods, let's see what you can do to me!

Yang Chao was so angry that smoke came out of his nostrils: "Hmph!"

So he ordered another plate of Aolong, and when the waiter served the dishes, he held the whole plate in his arms, picked apart the shells of the shrimp, and dug out the tender, fragrant shrimp meat with a spoon. Eleven's eyes flicked around before he put it in his mouth, half-closed his eyes intoxicated, and showed off:

"This is Baked Olong with Cheese, it's much more delicious than the steamed one!"

Looking eagerly at it with eleven eyes, and smelling the strong and rich cheese smell, "Gudong" swallowed.

"You've never eaten lobster before? Isn't your master very powerful? Doesn't he even have the money to buy it for you?"

Yang Chao asked curiously, the people who could be invited by his old man, not to mention whether they could do something, would not have a low price.

Eleven shook his head, his dense long eyelashes followed Yang Chao's spoon, brushing it over and over again, the greedy eyes made Yang Chao secretly laugh.

Yang Chao rolled his eyes, and leaned over again:

"Then I'll ask you a question, and if you answer one, I'll give you a bite, how about it?"

Nod at eleven.

"Are you a little Taoist priest?"

"No."

Handed over a spoonful of cheese lobster, Eleven suddenly rolled his eyes with a smile.

Yang Chao is a little happy, but it's really coaxing.

"Second question, how old are you?"

Eleven raised a finger, one hundred years old.

"How much is this? Ten or so?" Without waiting for Eleven to answer, Yang Chao said to himself, "You are at most as old as me. I am sixteen this year. You can't be bigger than me, right?"

Eleven smiled and nodded, and got another spoonful of lobster.

"Don't you go to school? Just follow your master every day?"

The boy tilted his head and raised two fingers.

"All right, all right, these are two questions!"

Eleven shook his head, nodded again, and then happily dug out two spoonfuls of lobster, eating happily.

"Don't keep nodding and shaking your head, you have to talk!"

"Don't go to school, follow along." The child replied vaguely with pouting.

"Last question," Yang Chao leaned very close, holding his voice like a secret agent, "Do you know spells?"

"Yes!"

"Awesome! I knew it! Did you hide those two sets of Aolong? Is it a cover-up? Hey, I have a strange feeling. I think you are better than your master. It's just...it's your two temperaments." Not the same, do you understand?"

Yang Chao saw the miracle of Aolong disappearing out of thin air, and his impression of Eleven was changed in his heart. As he crackled, Eleven kept nodding his head, and kept digging into the cheese lobster with the spoon in his hand. When Yang Chao finished speaking, there was only a shell left on the plate of lobster.

Young Master Yang is very generous: "Why do you like eating this so much! I'll order another plate for you!"

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After lunch, a group of people came to the outskirts of Xishan.

At this time, Xishan is very different from the bustling sky a few days ago. The huge steel machinery is still standing, but there is no rumbling sound anymore. With the mountain wind dancing all over the sky, the surrounding area was eerily quiet. Under the bright autumn sun, there were not even cicadas and birds chirping in the huge mountain.

Xishan was originally a scene of towering peaks and walls, but under the artificial development, now it looks like a flat river, and the wind sounds like ghosts crying and gods howling.

"There is a lot of yin in this place. It really is the yin soldiers passing through the border. All ghosts come out!" Before reaching the tunnel where the stele was dug out, Master Liu shook his fly with a dignified expression. The deduction is still correct, it really is the two boundary monuments at the gate of hell!"

The other celestial masters also looked solemn, and their steps accelerated in unison.

"Boy, can you see it? What's weird here?"

Hao Laoliu took Eleven to the end and asked in a low voice.

Just as Eleven was about to open his mouth, Hao Laoliu reminded:

"Use your sound transmission technique, just tell me to listen to it alone, but you can't tell others to listen to it!"

Eleven's lips moved slightly, and no one could hear his voice except Hao Laoliu.

Hao Laoliu stared at Eleven in surprise, "You can't make a mistake, can you?"

"'Grand View' can't go wrong!" Eleven said firmly.

A group of people crossed a series of safety lines and finally came to the side of the tunnel.

There are many people guarding each security line, which shows that this place has been strictly controlled for secrecy after the incident. Although the public opinion is raging now, not many people really know the details of the coffin.

The stone tablet engraved with strange characters has long been moved to the History Research Institute of Peking University, but hundreds of coffins are neatly arranged and are being placed on the edge of the pit.

Yang Chenxun didn't tell everyone the details until then:

"After the incident came out, we tried to remove the coffins or bury them again, but these coffins seemed to have taken root and could not be moved. Everyone who directly touched the coffins fell ill, although it was not a big deal. It’s a problem, but vomiting and diarrhea are not always good. Master Yuan Rui, you have seen those sick workers. You said that this is still related to the coffin. Now, please take a look, what is this coffin? What the hell is it?"

Under the clear blue sky, those "coffins" were clearly visible under the reflection of the sunlight. When everyone took a closer look, they found that the so-called "coffins" were not a regular rectangle. It is the ears of certain ancient utensils such as wine bottles or furnace tripods, which are curved.

After all the celestial masters checked carefully, they discussed among themselves, and only Hao Laoliu was excluded. He was not in a hurry. An old farmer basking in the sun on the grain field.

Yang Chao felt more and more that this old Taoist priest could not teach good bamboo shoots with a bad bamboo. He was just about to tell Eleven that this master is unreliable and should he change to another one, but he saw that Eleven was very interested in imitating Hao Laoliu's appearance, and put his hands together. Inserted/into one's own sleeve, also imitating a farmer's pocket.

Yang Chao: "..."

"Why doesn't that thing look like a coffin?" Yang Chao stretched his neck on tiptoe and looked in. Because of his young age, he and Eleven were stopped outside the safety line. They were far away from the tunnel at the moment, but double 1.5 His sharp eyesight still allowed him to see the layers of black matter clearly.

"It wasn't a coffin in the first place," Yang Chao saw Eleven squatting there, and at some point, a mirror with a blue back appeared in his hand and was stroking, "They all got it wrong!"

"Do you know what that is?" Yang Chao asked in surprise, and looked at the mirror in his hand in amazement, "Where did you get this thing? I haven't seen you holding it just now. Is it an antique? It's a magic weapon." Is it? Wow, is it embedded with gemstones? It's beautiful! Can you show me?"

The boy hugged the mirror in his arms: "I can't show you this!"

"Hmph!" Yang Chao was annoyed, "You are so stingy!"

Eleven pursed her lips, this was her brother, how could anyone touch him.

"I invited you to eat so many lobsters, and you didn't even touch the mirror?" Yang Chao wanted to provoke him, "You are boring!"

Eleven ignored it, and hugged the mirror even tighter.

Young Master Yang felt so shameless, he pulled up the safety line resentfully and wanted to sneak through, but Eleven grabbed his sleeve: "Don't go there."

"Why?" Yang Chao disapproved, "You see they are all so close!"

"They are cultivators with spiritual energy inside. You are an ordinary person and the owner of this land. If that thing comes out, you are the most likely to be taken away."

"What is that thing? What is Duoshe?"

"Seizing the house is being taken over."

Yang Chao was taken aback: "Don't lie to me! The sky is bright and bright, even if there are ghosts, it's impossible to come out!"

"It's not a ghost there." Let alone Yang Chao and Song Yang's similar appearance, even a few friendships between the two of them are enough to protect Yang Chao.

"What is that?" Yang Chao asked, "Those Taoists and monks all said that this is the gate of hell, and the coffin is filled with ghosts, isn't it?"

"This is not the gate of hell."

"how do you know?"

Eleven was a little impatient by Yang Chao's repeated questioning:

"I just know! You talk a lot!"

"It was you who told me first, and you are no less talkative than me!"

The two stared at each other for a while, then turned their heads silently humming.

One kept humming in his heart, a cheapskate, he didn't show me things, and he talked in half, which was boring.

The other rolled his eyes inwardly. No matter where he went, this guy always talked so much and felt tired.

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Xiaomo: Manman, some readers are very concerned, you have to leave a feather to do it every time you go, will you become bald in the end?

Manman: You, the author, lose so much hair every day, have you become bald?

Xiao Mo: ...

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