Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Rapid Snail

"Goo-goo...... Goo Goo ......"

The snail made a subtle cooing sound, and looking at the little eyes, it seemed to say something.

Zhang Yanchen blinked, put down the Thousand Machine Sword and fell to the ground, looked up at the snail on the wall and thought for a long time, in the classics of Yin Yang Valley, there is no record of such a demon beast, even if it is similar.

Or rather, she came across something rare.

"Cangwu, take a look, have you ever seen this kind of demon beast?" Zhang Yanchen asked Cangwu who was sleeping in the Soul Refining Tower.

Cangwu's eyes opened, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the huge snail on the stone wall through the pupils of the earrings: "I've never seen it." ”

"This guy is running so fast, and when it moves, I can only barely see a shadow, and I can't touch it. However, it doesn't seem to be a dangerous monster. Zhang Yanchen carefully sensed the breath on the snail's body, it was indeed a strange demon beast, and his cultivation was not high, and it was estimated that he would be a second-level cultivation of qi refining.

Cangwu raised his eyebrows: "Speed...... You can be accepted as a pet, but it is not easy to accept it, I have a secret method 'soul contract', which is much better than your so-called seals, but first it must be willing not to resist, otherwise you will not please it. ”

"Now that it's so vigilant, you can only get its trust first......"

Zhang Yanchen touched his chin, a pair of willow eyebrows frowned slightly, and he didn't leave after thinking about it, found a clean place to sit down, and slowly meditated to recover his aura.

The battle with Nanli has been almost exhausted, and it is still a little empty.

This meditation was for most of the day, and when Zhang Yanchen woke up from his meditation, the sky was already dark and gloomy, and there was no light at the bottom of the cliff.

However, this kind of darkness was not a big problem for the monk at all, his stomach growled, and he opened his mouth to hide his breath and carefully observe the surroundings. Because there are no people at the bottom of the cliff, there are not many animals.

Zhang Yanchen soon found several large birds not far away, perched on the branches and resting.

Picking up a few stone bullets, the big bird fell to the ground, already dead. The birds were the same size as ordinary chickens, and Zhang Yanchen couldn't eat that much by himself, so he put the rest into a storage bag, leaving only two with their hair, rinsing them on the stream not far away, and lighting a fire to roast them slowly.

Soon the aroma of roasted birds came out, wafting far away in the valley, Zhang Yanchen was sprinkled with some condiments, and the grease was forced out by the fire, making a sizzling sound.

Zhang Yanchen sniffed it, tore off a piece and tasted it, well, it's cooked.

Tearing off a bird's leg, Zhang Yanchen ate it with relish, and soon ate half of the roast bird, suddenly, Zhang Yanchen made a move, smashed it and looked at the snail head in front of him, and there was a crystal clear hara in his mouth.

The corners of Zhang Yanchen's mouth twitched, blocking the roast bird.

The snail's head shrank and popped out three feet away in an instant, and a pair of eyes looked at another roast bird on the fire frame with the light of the fire.

Zhang Yanchen's eyes moved, and in the blink of an eye, he put the roast bird into the storage bag, leaving only the leftover half.

When the snail saw Zhang Yechen like this, his eyes suddenly wrapped a bag of tears, and he looked at the remaining half pitifully, and looked at Zhang Yechen from time to time, and the poor Zhang Yanchen who wanted to wear it almost couldn't stand it and threw the roast bird over.

But...... She held back, waved the roast bird in her hand, and asked the snail, "Want it?" ”

When the snail heard this, his tears disappeared immediately, and he brushed it in front of Zhang Yanchen, staring at the roast bird with his eyes shining, and he saw that he was about to flow down again.

Zhang Yanchen looked at its appearance, almost crying and laughing, tore a piece of meat from the roast bird and threw it over, and before it could reach the end, it entered its mouth.

Zhang Yanchen couldn't help laughing, tore off another piece, looked at its appearance, and threw it far away, only to see a gust of wind coming and going, and the snail returned to its original position, looking at it with wide eyes. A pair of black eyes looked at the roast bird in Zhang Yanchen's hand, and he was even more eager to pierce it.

It eats everything, but it has never eaten anything so delicious, and it almost takes its soul away, and now it wants to swallow everything it gives birth to.

Soon, half of the roast bird entered its stomach, Zhang Yanchen looked at the fork in his hand, and shook it and said, "No, you go, I'm going to sleep." ”

"Goo-goo...... Goo Goo ......"

"It's all for you."

"Goo ......"

"And? That's not for you, it's for someone else, you ......" Zhang Yanchen glared: "Don't go too far, I'm not familiar with you." ”

......The two tentacles of the snail hung down, and they turned into a pitiful appearance again, which made Zhang Yanchen unbearable for a while.

Zhang Yanchen said with a firm attitude: "It's useless to goo, I'm not friends with you, it's already good to give you half a roast bird, unless you are my friend, otherwise I have no obligation to give you half something." ”

Zhang Yanchen has a very weak heart, she has always been like this, she is good to her, she has nothing to do with her, and she will not care much about her.

It is precisely because of her temperament that learning to cultivate swords is the best.

Seeing her resolute look, the snail was anxious, and no longer ignored the danger and came to Zhang Yanchen to beg for it.

"It's useless to beg me, if you are my spiritual pet, I will give you everything, you can roast as many birds as you want, but you are not."

“……”

"Be my spiritual pet."

"Goo Goo ......"

Zhang Yanchen looked at it, hid the little Jiujiu in his heart, and asked: "The spirit pet is a friend, we will all be together in the future, I guess you don't understand or want to, you can go." ”

"Gollum ......"

Zhang Yanchen didn't understand what the snail's cooing meant, but looking at its expression, it was very tangled, and two small nests wrinkled above its eyes.

At this time, Cangwu's voice sounded: "Its vigilance is gone, a foodie, half a roast bird has no principles, it is really a shame for the demon clan." ”

The tone is two hundred percent disdain and contempt.

Zhang Yanchen was very happy, and hurriedly asked, "What is the mantra of the soul contract?" Quickly took it and went home. ”

Cangwu didn't sell it, and directly told Zhang Yanchen the formula and method.

Zhang Yanchen nodded, and turned to the snail: "Don't grumble, unless you ask me to conclude a soul contract with you, that is, to cast a spell, then we will be friends, keep the roast bird to your heart's content, and there will be a meal later." ”

Cangwu pursed his lips when he heard Zhang Yanchen's words, these Zhang Yanchen naturally didn't know, but waited for the snail's answer.

She can see that this little thing has a low IQ, but it can understand people's words and is lustful. At the moment when the hope is inflated, even if it feels a little inappropriate, it will finally agree.

Even if it doesn't work this time, she will be able to make this guy soft in the future.

Finally, the big guy in front of him made up his mind, and rubbed his head against Zhang Yanchen's leg, leaving a piece of mucus.

Zhang Yanchen showed a big smile, stretched out his hand and touched its head without disgust, and said, "Very good, this is good!" Come on, stick your head over and don't move. ”