The old man, with a childish face and a lovely smile, dressed as a Taoist, looked at all beings with a look of kindness, and even showed a bit of kindness.

Xiao Yu carefully probed around again, but didn't see anything unusual, so he dragged out the futon that had been full of ash from under the statue, and after patting the ash layer, An Sheng sat down.

Blinking and blinking, his eyes looked around.

Om, there are no statues of those heavenly kings and bodhisattvas here, and the only statues are also dressed in Taoist costumes, could it be that this is a dilapidated Taoist temple that no one wants to come?

It's a great hiding place.

The tense nerves finally relaxed, and Xiao Yu suddenly felt that his stomach began to "growl" again.

When I looked at it, the sky outside had quietly darkened.

Xiao Yu hurriedly got up, found some firewood in the courtyard, and then lit a brazier in the hall, and at the same time filled the pheasants with yellow mud, buried them under the brazier, and began to roast the chickens.

It didn't take long for a tempting smell of chicken to begin to waft out.

Xiao Yu took out a dagger and began to slowly cut it and taste it.

This mountain chicken meat is tender and smooth, especially when grilled and eaten, it looks particularly delicious.

Xiao Yu leaned against the brazier and ate the extra sweetness.

Unexpectedly, the light and shadow in the brazier flashed, and a voice whispered in his ear:

"Well, you're comfortable eating. However, you have been tossing in my house for a long time, so you don't plan to invite this king to eat a roast chicken? ”

With a "bang", Xiao Yu almost dropped his jaw——— the figure sitting quietly beside him turned out to be the red-clothed demon Nangong Ping!

Glancing at Xiao Yu with a stunned face, Nangong Ping took off his saber very well, picked a roast chicken from the brazier, and after carefully scraping the dirt, he cut it elegantly and tasted it.

Xiao Yu's shock never subsided for a long time. Just a little stuttering asked:

"Wang ...... Lord, you say, this is your home? When did you come over? Xiao Yu is sure that since he came in, Xiao Yu has not noticed anything abnormal! ”

Nangong Ping changed to a more comfortable sitting position, and while eating, he opened his lips and said slowly:

"Do you think that when you get out of the shell of the golden cicada with one hand, you can hide it from this king? As for when did the king get here, you ask? This king also feels a little strange, but you should tell this king, if there is no one, do you think that there may not be a living creature in an old house on the top of a mountain? Your senses and cognitions are not ordinary spirits! ”

Xiao Yu was suddenly choked by the question. Indeed, when I came in, I only noticed the roundness of the gate shaft here, indicating that someone had opened it normally not long ago, but I didn't notice that the courtyard was unusually lifeless.

"So, what about the living creatures here?" Xiao Yu asked with some puzzlement.

"It's simple." Nangong Pingyao pointed at it, and a moth that flew to the brazier from the outside in a hurry immediately fell to the ground softly and died:

"This king doesn't like it very much, all the little things that fly around in front of this king and annoy God, if they dare to approach, they will all be killed."

In a word, indifferently and for granted.

Xiao Yu couldn't help but shudder, and quickly changed the topic obediently:

"It's just, Lord Wang, why can't you live in such a desolate mountain top stone house with a good Qingluo, and live alone in such a desolate mountain top stone house?"

"This is my permanent home. You say, this place is desolate? I don't think so. There are always a lot of visitors here. It's just that you're the first to walk in here easily. ”

Xiao Yu couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

Yes, when he was originally in Qingluoju, he often didn't live there.