There was a strong demonic aura rushing towards the face, and it came into an encirclement.

Meng Heng frowned, slowly stood up with one side of the slanted branch, and raised his eyes to look at the opposite bank.

On the other side of the stream, a few feet wide, a group of foxes were slowly surrounding. Some of them are large and some are small, and the color of the coat is pure white, some are brownish red, and perhaps they are of different ages.

One by one, they grinned, their eyes flashed, and they almost wanted to pounce and tear him apart.

One of them, a sturdy, shiny red fox, had crawled to the shore, staring at the not-so-deep stream, as if intending to cross it.

The white fox that followed him seemed to be infected by the fox group opposite, and it also opened its teeth and claws excitedly, roared low in its throat, and was about to pounce on Meng Heng again.

At this moment, a low chuckle suddenly sounded in his ears.

Meng Heng turned his head to look and saw that it was the man in white who suddenly appeared at some point.

Xuan Yulang was smiling with his wide white sleeves, and when he saw Meng Heng turning his head to look at him, Fang slightly restrained his smile, raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you think I do?" I didn't bring them in. It is the nature of the fox demon to love blood-eat-people, and this huge jade noodle mountain suddenly has such a beautiful and edible tender doll as you, which is tantamount to a sheep entering the tiger's mouth. You'd better be blessed. ”

There was another undisguised sneer.

Meng Heng didn't see annoyance, he looked at Xuan Yulang lightly, and when he had laughed enough, Fang asked calmly: "Is it the nature of fox demons to eat people?" If this is the case, why don't you eat Meng with them? ”

As he spoke, he quietly plucked a few fat leaves from the peach tree on the side and held them in his hands.

"That's because I'm different from low-level monsters like them, and I can't see your Yuanyang Qi yet." Xuan Yulang said lightly, with a bit of arrogance in his tone.

"Oh? I can't imagine that Your Excellency is not a demon beast that drinks blood and is hungry. Meng Heng gently hooked his thin lips and sneered.

As he spoke, he saw that the sturdy red fox had just submerged in the stream, and he was about to cross to the shore with his limbs in a swift manner.

When the fox behind it saw this, they were all eager to try, and followed the red fox, swimming head to end in the water, and crossing the stream.

Xuan Yulang was praised and degraded by Meng Heng, his heart was uneven, and he wanted to go back with irony, but now he saw that the foxes crossed the stream, and gradually surrounded Meng Heng, Fang gloated again, took two steps back, and looked at Meng Heng with great interest, watching how he responded.

I saw Meng Heng rubbing the leaves in his hands unhurriedly, picking out the particularly wide leaves, rolling them up slightly, rolling up a slightly warped edge, and then raising them to his lips.

Xuan Yulang stared at Meng Heng's movements motionlessly, and said with a smile: "Don't call me the fox of Yumian Mountain to be stupid, what's the use of you taking leaves?" I should break the strongest branch of the peach tree, and maybe I can still support a few timid foxes. ”

After that, he also "kindly" picked up a broken branch on the ground and threw it over, which was worthy of being thrown at the young man's feet, and said, "Pick it up, pick it up!" ”

Meng Heng ignored his actions, and only stared at the fiery fox in the lead.

At this time, the fox was still a zhang away from him, and the rest of the foxes were also a zhang away, forming a semicircle and gradually surrounding him.

However, although they were ready to go, they were all cautious, as if waiting for the final order.

Meng Heng glanced blankly at the man in white leaning on a boulder in the back right.

He must be waiting for His instructions.

He chuckled, his movements became indifferent, his thin lips pursed the simple "musical instrument", and the air flow oscillated, and a melodious melody like a wind and a forest spring fluttered out intermittently from the thin leaves.

It was not the first time for him to blow a song with leaves. At the beginning, in order to deepen the technique of vocal hypnosis, in addition to training with various ready-made musical instruments, I also deliberately trained to play hypnotic music with various uncommon national instruments and even whatever is available at hand as musical instruments.

Leaves are one of the most commonly used.

Although its timbre is far from that of the bamboo flute and the qin, the sharp range of the sound range can also express the treacherous and gloomy part of the lullaby.

Sometimes the throat is crying, sometimes it is intermittent infarction, sometimes it is loud and open.

Unconsciously, the foxes have subconsciously retreated a stone's throw away.

Xuan Yulang looked even more dazed.

Not to mention that blowing a song with leaves is unseen in itself, and such a treacherous and gloomy tune is even more unheard of. He waved his sleeves impatiently, holding his breath, not wanting the tune to be like an imperceptible breeze, drilling into his ears and making him groggy and uncomfortable.

Looking at the foxes who were originally majestic, they were even more upright at this time, lying and lying down, roaring in their throats, in pain, and their posture was even more unbearable than himself.

Xuan Yulang's face was a little cloudy. The most unfortunate of these foxes also has a cultivation of one or two hundred years, but the red fox at the beginning is deeper than the cultivation of the red jade, and at this moment it is even inferior to the young man.

He strengthened his own skills to stabilize his mind, so that he could slightly drive away some of the irritability and chaos in his heart. Throwing up his sleeves and sitting upright, he turned his head to look at Meng Heng.

But seeing that although the young man's posture was a little tired and haggard, his back was straight, standing proudly, holding a thin leaf, it was like a negative sword, and the sword pointed at Changhong.

The young man's mouth seemed to have a slight smile on his lips.

Xuan Yulang raised an eyebrow. This look made him appreciate it a little, but ......

A sly smile bloomed on his lips, and he gently stirred his fingers, no longer covering the huge demonic aura on his body, and went straight to Meng Heng.

The foxes were also touched by this sudden breath, and they were almost maddened by Meng Heng's song, but now they were trembling, trembling, and they all fell to the ground.

Xuan Yulang glanced at them, waved his sleeves impatiently, and rolled them ten zhang away, which slightly relieved the pain of the foxes, and then looked at the young man not far away leisurely.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on the boy's forehead, but he still insisted on playing the unfinished song.

However, his gaze turned to Xuan Yulang's side, and his eyes looked at him as bright as stars.

Xuan Yulang couldn't help but smile and said, "What? I see how calmly you can be in this situation. ”

He saw that the young man was unmoved, his face was tight, his expression was quite serious, and he smiled more and more happily: "I can't bear it, right?" If you can't bear it, don't carry it, aren't you human beings the most adept at judging the situation and seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages? That being the case, if you call me uncle, maybe I won't toss you when I'm happy. ”

However, Meng Heng here was already full of blood, his breath was boiling, and the nerves in his brain were beating suddenly, causing him to almost fall to the ground several times, and the leaves in his hands slipped out at some point.

Since the appearance of the fox group, and then to Xuan Yulang's demonic aura, his persistence until now is the limit.

At this moment, the demonic nature in his body is ready to move, tickling the bloodthirstiness in his heart*.

He looked up at Xuan Yulang suddenly, his eyes bloodshot.

This person teases him a lot in his words and demeanor, but he has no clear intention, and he just wants to watch a scene on him.

There is really no need to be provoked by this man.

Only since he knew that the bloodthirsty* was caused by the demonic nature of the original owner, he must not allow this demonic nature to control his will.

The original owner is dead, is it possible that he still wants to control himself through this shell?

Meng Heng thought so, curled his lips and smiled, took two steps back, and plunged into the stream just now.

The stream was cold, rushing down from the top of his head, and in an instant it poured out the restlessness of those breaths, but the cold was too strong, which actually aroused his mind to be dizzy again, and his eyes were dark, and he was finally dizzy.

Xuan Yulang looked at Meng Heng's actions with some surprise.

He was stunned for a long time, then shook his head loudly, jumped off the boulder, walked to the stream, and squatted on the ground to watch for a long time.

I saw that the young man had passed out, and the black hair on his sleeves was entangled with each other, and the whole person gradually surfaced.

His face was already pale, and his brows were slightly frowning with a lot of tiredness.

Xuan Yulang felt a little bored, and was about to leave with his sleeves, when he suddenly thought of the young man who had just shaken off a demon fox with the blowing of leaves, and remembered that he had somehow been in the Shifu before, and that pair of eyes actually made him see the things that he was thinking about, and he was very amused, and a plan flashed in his mind, and he hurriedly waved his sleeves and lifted the young man to the shore, and looked at him for a long time, Fang smiled slyly and got up.

But when he got up, the scenery of the spring and Jingming had been turned upside down.

The clouds were rising, the waves were turbulent, the beasts were screaming, and the fog was heavy.

I don't know if the picturesque scenery is real, or if the gloomy scene in front of me is real. 166 Reading Network