Qiao Heng's gaze swept over the woman.

At this glance, the woman felt as if her whole person had been seen through by him.

The woman was extremely sure that the source of the demonic aura came from the young man with the fox in his arms opposite. Looking at it at this time, she would never mistake him for a mortal again.

The moment she felt this huge demonic aura, she had a desire to run away, but her body didn't obey the command at all, and almost obeyed her instinct and surrendered without an image.

Qiao Heng didn't speak, he felt that this female ghost was a little noisy, and it was a good thing that she could be quiet for a while.

He hugged the fox and sorted out his thoughts alone.

Recently, he has always failed to return on the road to find people, although he is inevitably disappointed, but he also knows that the success rate of this matter is not very high.

The many short stories in the book are not all fixed in a unified dynasty, and the story background spans 2,000 years, but there are only a few stories in the whole book, and less than 500 have been handed down. And there are many stories in it that focus on the Ming and Qing dynasties, so that there are even fewer stories scattered to other dynasties.

At this time, people didn't know Ming Qing at all, so it can be said that he missed the best plot period perfectly.

Hu Niangzi, who was held in the arms of the ancestor, couldn't take care of the evil ghost who turned into a woman on the other side at this time.

She was all too familiar with this demonic aura.

This demonic aura is as majestic as a mountain, and as sharp as a blade. When it swept around it, it was like falling into a cold pool of ice caves. Whoever feels this breath that makes the soul tremble will never forget it.

She cowered and turned herself into a foxball, minimizing her presence.

Even if the ancestor is like a Buddha chanting and self-cultivation every day, he is still the cruel and ruthless thousand-year-old demon in essence, and Mrs. Hu has never really regarded him as a weak and deceitful mortal son.

She was even more afraid of the current Black Mountain Ancestor than before.

He's better at patience than he was before, or maybe he's better at disguise. No matter how cruel he is to himself now, he will only become more and more indifferent to others, and he can end this game at any time and walk away.

Hu Niangzi was afraid of this power, but she was fascinated by it like a moth to a fire.

The cloudy sky outside suddenly brightened for a moment, and as the lightning went out, a rumbling thunderclap followed. The rain was pouring down, and I couldn't hear anything in my ears except the almost continuous sound of rain and the occasional muffled thunder.

The coachman held the reins to prevent the horses from being frightened and running around with the carriage, unaware of what was happening in the carriage.

Inside the carriage, the dignified and beautiful woman trembled all over, and she struggled with all her strength to restrain the fear in her eyes.

"The little woman has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, but she doesn't know that it is the ancestor of Montenegro in person. She spoke several times before the voice came out of her lips.

He's really an old demon in Montenegro!

She didn't even wonder if he had borrowed someone else's name, and such a big demon didn't bother to lie about his identity at all.

This big demon has always lived in a deep and simple place, why did he suddenly come here this time?

"There are many offenses, and I hope that the ancestor will not blame him. She did her best to maintain her demeanor.

Her face was pale, which made her have a faint glimmer under the dignity, and when she quietly raised her eyes, she wanted to say goodbye.

Hu Niangzi glanced at her, and she didn't have to look up at the ancestor again, she knew that the female ghost's performance was all in vain.

In terms of appearance alone, this female ghost is on par with that little girl, and each has its own merits, but in terms of temperament, it is slightly inferior. However, the ancestor almost ignored the little girl, how could he pay attention to this female ghost who came from nowhere.

Qiao Heng asked, "How long have you been in this realm?"

The woman didn't know how he asked about it, but she replied honestly, "The little girl has been here for twenty years. 」

"Have you ever come into contact with the underworld ghosts in all these years?"

"Ancestor laughed, how dare I touch the ghosts in the underworld

Difference. The little woman was timid and fearful, and just hearing some rumors that seemed to be true and false, I was too busy to retreat. 」

Qiao Heng just asked casually, and he didn't expect her to answer one or two.

The female ghost was uneasy.

She didn't know if her answer would satisfy the ancestor, but she really didn't know the characters in the underworld, if she responded indiscriminately, and then the ancestor believed it and ordered her to do something, then it would be called a really bad thing.

Qiao Heng seemed to guess her mind and asked, "Why are you so afraid of me?"

The female ghost shuddered, and the strings in her heart tightened, and she said, "The ancestor has misunderstood, the ancestor's magic power is boundless, and the little woman has always admired her very much, but now that she has finally met her, she is worried that she will not perform well and lose her manners, and she will inevitably be nervous in her heart. 」.

Qiao Heng didn't take it to heart when he heard this kind of compliment, and he didn't take it seriously at all.

He just thought that if even a resentful ghost like her, who didn't know how many lives she had on her back, was so afraid of him after he revealed his identity, then it was conceivable that if he didn't restrain this demonic aura and stood directly in front of those gods and monks, how jealous they should be of him.

Think about the fate of the old demon of Montenegro who is the villain in many film and television works after he is arrogant.

He put the fox on his lap, stroked its fur, and lifted the curtains with one hand.

The thick vapor of water that had been isolated from the outside came to the face.

The rain that blew into the carriage wet his robe, and it stained his *** skin, but as soon as his mind moved, the signs of being wet by the rain disappeared.

Those who are indestructible by wind and rain are called mountains.

The female ghost saw that the ancestor didn't seem to be deliberately thinking about her offense, and she also settled down at this time.

"The little girl's name is Rongnu, I don't know what this sister is called?" her gaze swept to the red fox that was placed on the lap by the ancestor, and then asked with a smile.

Although it is not clear why there is no trace of demonic energy on the fox, since she knows the identity of the ancestor, how can she not guess that this red fox should also be a monster.

I heard earlier that this Montenegrin ancestor was romantic, surrounded by fat swallows and thin people, and there was never a shortage of women to accompany him, and today I saw it when I saw it and knew that the rumors were true.

Hu Niangzi didn't dare to reply to her, she still remembered that when she was about to open her mouth to tell the ancestor that this woman was a ghost, she was pinched by the ancestor on the neck.

Rong Nu didn't pay attention to herself when she saw that Hu Niangzi didn't say a word, and she didn't get angry.

She has a clear heart, in terms of cultivation years, she is not necessarily shorter than the fox demon in the ancestor's arms, but the other party has the confidence to ignore her, but she is just relying on the momentum of the ancestor of the Black Mountain.

If she changes places with this fox demon......

Rong Nu's eyes drooped slightly, and when she lifted it again, the smile on her face remained unchanged, as if she was not embarrassed at all that no one paid attention to her.

She raised her hand to caress her sideburns so that the wind blew from the window into the carriage.

It was still raining outside the carriage, and Qiao Heng observed the weather for a while and said, "It's been raining unusually lately. 」

Rong Nu said, "No, it's obviously not the rainy season, and the rain is intermittent, so it doesn't stop, but it's convenient for us and other demons to walk in the world. 」

Qiao Heng saw it more deeply than her, a big demon like the old demon of Montenegro who had lived for thousands of years, and his cultivation was unfathomable. In the matter of perceiving celestial phenomena, there is no need to make special calculations, but there is a sense of heaven and man.

From what he knew and felt, it should have been a cloudless sunny day recently, but since he came to Lingyang, he didn't know how many rains had fallen, and it was only a light rain at first, and then the rain became heavier and heavier. When the rain stopped, the sky was only a few hours after it had cleared, and then it was foggy and covered with a gray veil.

"I don't know which dragon king is under the jurisdiction of the local area, and the climate here is so abnormal, he doesn't even come out to govern. 」

Rong Nu sighed in his heart, and only such a thousand-year-old demon would dare to wantonly dispose of the beaked dragon king's actions.

As Qiao Heng's words fell, another burst of thunder and lightning suddenly broke out outside the carriage, and the dark clouds that were already black and suppressed seemed to be a little thicker.

Hu Niangzi's ears hung down obediently, and Qiao Heng rubbed its head.

The horses pulling the cart were instantly chaotic

Pace, the coachman struggled to hold the reins. He shouted into the carriage, "The rain is too heavy for the horses to take the straight, so remember to hold on to the distinguished guests, and don't bump into them." 」

Qiao Heng stared at the thunder and lightning shuttling through the clouds, and listened to the sound of rain that became louder.

"If I was skeptical at first, now I'm sure. He lowered the curtain as he spoke.

There was no beginning or end to what he said, and Rong Nu and Hu Niangzi didn't know what he was talking about.

Rong Nu subconsciously shuddered.

I saw that the eyes of the Black Mountain Ancestor who should have been looking at the scenery outside the window had already looked at her. It was only then, between her eyes, that she noticed that the iris of those eyes were rarely not mixed with tan, but a deep inky color.

No, he wasn't looking at her.

He was looking at her abdomen.

Then the next moment, Rong Nu lowered his head in shock.

I saw a pair of pale-complexed, thin but powerful hands straight into her stomach.

Why?

The pain slowed down for half a beat before spreading to the whole body.

She screamed, but the sound was inexplicably trapped in the carriage and didn't reach the outside.

When Qiao Heng withdrew his hand from Rong Nu's abdomen, his hand clenched into a fist.

He slowly spread his hand, and saw a small white snake curled up in his palm. Although the white snake was stained with filth, the light and shadow flickered, and a silver streamer was faintly visible on the white scales.

Outside the carriage, the thunder stopped, and the rain subsided sharply.

"Dragon Monarch, are you okay now?"

His hands were covered with blood, but there seemed to be compassion in his eyes.

I couldn't tell if it was a demon or a Buddha for a while.

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