"Just ran away?" Hu Jiuliang came back to his senses for a long time, grabbed his hair angrily, and put on the clothes scattered on the ground.

Standing in the small courtyard, the mountain breeze gently blew Hu Jiu's short black hair. He raised thick eyebrows, and his narrow fox eyes stared viciously at the depths of the mountain range, the direction of Tianyimen, and said in a low voice: "If you can run, a monk can't run the temple, such a strong water aura must have nothing to do with you." ”

A few days later, a Hummer off-road vehicle sped down the winding road of Lingwu Mountain.

Hu Jiu drove with one hand, one hand resting on the open window. Whistling all the way, and from time to time straightening up to look in the rearview mirror, tidying up his hairstyle that was blown by the mountain wind.

"Ah, what a brilliant sunshine, how clear the sky is after the storm passes...... a loud tenor voice came from the phone, and Hu Jiu pressed the answer button of the Bluetooth in his ear.

"Hey, who's that?" Answering the phone, he didn't slow down at all, and on the U-shaped lane, the speeding car picked up a large number of fallen leaves.

"Hello Mr. Hu, I am Xiao Qin of Antai Real Estate." On the phone, a polite man's voice came.

"Uh-huh." Hu Jiu looked at the valley not far away and replied nonchalantly.

"You have completed the purchase procedures, when will it be convenient for you to come and collect the house?" The other party's enthusiasm did not cool down because of Hu Jiu's indifference, and his tone was still enthusiastic.

"I'll be there in five minutes!" Hu Jiu finished speaking firmly, and stepped on the accelerator under his feet. With the screeching sound of tires rubbing, the black Humvee, like a black lightning bolt, drove towards the villa area in the valley.

At this time, Liu Zhao, who was on the beach of the space, didn't know that he had become neighbors with Hu Jiu, and he looked at the sleeping Xiaoqing with Dahua.

This thing has been molting since it was eaten. The original one-meter-long emerald green snake has grown into a large cyan snake about five meters long and a thick bowl.

Liu Zhao wasn't surprised by Xiaoqing's rapid growth, but what surprised her was the ten-centimeter-high bulge on the head of the cyan snake.

"The foodie has absorbed the dragon qi of the divine dragon, is it not digested?" Liu Zhao seemed to be talking to himself, and it was like asking about the big flower at his feet.

"Gege, I just practiced the Enlightened Beast's Wind Resisting Technique, and my fur turned white. What's more, Xiaoqing directly sucked into the breath of the dragon? "Although Dahua has a strong body, her voice is unusually delicate.

"Yes, in the face of such a mighty big cat, I'm embarrassed to call it a big flower!" Liu Zhao's mind jumped away, and his attention shifted to Dahua's snow-white hair.

"Or, change your name!" She stirred the ends of her black and shiny hair, and thought seriously for a long time before she said, "Hmm...... It's called Dabai! ”

"Roar!" As soon as Liu Zhao's voice fell, the big flower that had been hoping for it instantly broke through.

A gust of wind suddenly blew in the space, and a tiger roar came out of Dahua's mouth, and then the white shadow flashed, and Dahua flew towards the mountains in the distance.

"Gege, I'm still called Dahua!" In the wind, there was the voice of the big flower.

"Oops, why are you so grumpy!" Liu Zhao straightened his hair that was blown by the wind and complained dissatisfiedly.

"It's all you foodie!" Looking at Xiaoqing lying on her back on the beach, she viciously flicked the cyan bulge.

"Don't make trouble, it hurts......" Xiaoqing muttered, coiled up, hid her head under her stomach, and continued to sleep.

"What kind of monsters are these?" Liu Zhao looked up at the top of the mountain, and then looked at the big cyan strip in front of him, and shouted angrily: "Don't you have a normal pet for me to raise?" ”

"A bunch of youkai!" After venting the frustration in his heart, Liu Zhao looked at the rising tide of the sea, remembered the turtles and mussels at the bottom of the sea, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have been in the company of monsters.

"There's an old monster out there, hey!" Thinking of Hu Jiu, who was thrown off by her in that moonlit night, she looked up to the sky and sighed, lay her body back, and let the turbulent waves sweep you into the sea.

Hu Jiu used the fastest speed to buy the villa closest to the small courtyard.

The Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, and the maple leaves in the mountains are even more fiery red. Hu Jiu whistled, walked on the path with shadows in the leisure villa area, and nodded and smiled with the community security guards who passed by from time to time.

A hand-sewn casual suit wrapped his tall frame in iron, and black leather shoes made to order made rustled against the occasional falling leaves.

At this time, he restrained his breath, and although he looked normal on the surface, there was a flash of light in his eyes.

"Xiao Zhao is how many devils have you provoked, Lao Tzu went in to find his daughter-in-law, and he had to clean up these cockroaches regularly." Hu Jiu felt from a distance that there was another group of ghost cultivators, rummaging through Liu Zhao's courtyard, and he secretly complained in his heart.

Originally, it was enough to annoy him if he couldn't find Liu Zhao, but every time he would encounter a group of ghost cultivators, it would add to the unhappiness in his heart.

Since the first time he found traces of ghost cultivators in Liu Zhao's house, Hu Jiu used soul searching techniques to look through the memories of these ghost cultivators. But these killers only received a wanted warrant from the upper echelons of the Cult of the Sun Worship, and nothing else was useful.

"What kind of madness did the old woman teach her! Could it be that he fell in love with Lao Tzu and regarded my daughter-in-law as a rival? Hu Jiu reasoned with a good feeling of himself.

In the small courtyard far away from Hu Jiushang, the ghost general Luan Bei was sitting on a stone bench under the begonia tree, watching seven or eight of his subordinates look for the trace of the Huaxia nun in several rooms.

Since the sect headquarters issued a wanted warrant, three or four batches of killers have been sent to Huaxia, but the strange thing is that soon after they entered Huaxia, the headquarters completely lost the news of the killers.

According to the news that the missing killers finally fed back to headquarters, each batch of killers was never heard from after entering the nuns' residence.

This time, Luan Bei, the leader of the killers sent by the Sun Worship God Sect, is an elite master of the inner gate, and he has learned the lessons of the previous few killers' strange disappearances, and no longer acts in the dark as usual, but chooses to infiltrate during the day.

"Mr. Luan Bei, we have searched this place carefully and found that there is no trace of human habitation here." A black-clothed ghost pawn stood beside Luan Bei with his hands down, bowing down to report.

"Aren't there any other hidden mechanisms?" Luan Bei was also surprised, an uninhabited courtyard would actually make dozens of killers disappear here without a sound?

According to Xiao Quanchun's description of the remnant soul who fled back to the headquarters, the cultivation of that female cultivator was also in the late stage of foundation building. And the leaders of the several groups sent by the headquarters are all ghost generals who have cultivated at the peak of their strength, and they have an absolute advantage in their strength against the Huaxia Righteous Path monks.

Besides, even if they are evenly matched, there should be traces of fighting in this courtyard, and every grass and tree here is intact, how did those ghost cultivators of the Divine Sect disappear in the end?

Just when Luan Bei was puzzled, a light melody from a whistle came from the path outside the door, and the sound of slow footsteps indicated that someone was walking here.

Luan Bei waved his hand to signal his subordinates to ambush in place, and he himself was also wrapped in black qi and disappeared without a trace. (To be continued.) )