How can a little evil god beat me as the owner of the system?

My mind was full of energy, and I released the yin aura that hid the cervical spine.

With the forcible blessing of the mother of the system, the originally not powerful crane tail Ding and so on became the top C class.

There is no official hat this time.

There is no breath and imprint that belongs to Qin Guangdian.

Now I am just me, and I am all I have.

Let the water drop on me, and when it touches my skin, it will immediately shatter. It didn't cause substantial damage, but instead brought an endless feeling of refreshment, like a cold shower when you were covered in sweat.

It's so hearty.

I made a constipation movement with a flick of my fingers: "How many floors can a bag of rice carry?!"

The Ghost King's cloak was possessed, and I immediately turned on the airplane mode, no longer worrying about the fear burning too much, and the flight speed was greatly increased. There was a sound of breaking wind at the start, and in less than a second, I passed through the layers of bullets and bullets and came to the side of the little black cat.

"Meow!"

There was a trace of surprise and fear in the pupils of the little black cat.

The evil aura that controlled the stage area was like condensing into a spear, stabbing at me, trying to pierce my spine, trying to pierce my chest.

At this moment, however, I was visibly aware that I did not reject these evil spirits, and strangely enough, they seemed to like me more. It was as if I were their true master, as if my will, and even my body, were their master. They are eager to give everything to me, even the slightest opportunity.

It seems that all the ferocity is like this.

Powerful, unbeatably powerful.

Although I am not very skilled in the control of my body, it is not a substitute for the gap between me and the evil god, which is like a majestic adult facing a babbling child in open crotch pants.

With a wave of my sleeves, I directly cut off the connection between the evil spirit and the evil qi, turned the evil qi into my own with cold eyes, and asked indifferently, "Do you still want to fight me?" Do you need me to let you have two arms and two legs?!"

"Meow!"

The little black cat didn't admit defeat and hit me in the stomach with her head.

"Stupid!"

I pressed my five fingers together and pressed down, and there must be evil qi in the place where the thought reached, and the evil qi of the three colors turned into a small cat cage, and it was easy to suppress the little black cat in it, not giving it a chance to escape.

"Are you still fighting?!"

I fearlessly put one hand in my pocket, and the little black cat, looking at each other.

"Meow!"

The little black cat knew that he was invincible, so he did not continue to try in vain, just like the loser begging for mercy and worshipping the Buddha: "Meow! Meow! Meow!"

"Speak human words! What kind of cat language do you speak?!"

I pretended to be too much and forgot that it was a cat: "Even! I forgot you're a kitten! Say it! Who's the villain behind you?!"

Why do you say such a middle two dialogue!?

I couldn't figure out my inner psychological structure at the moment, and I tried to communicate in a catly language tone inexplicably: "Meow! Meow! Meow!"

"Meow?"

The little black cat stared up at me dumbfounded, her eyes full of doubt.

"Meow!"

I grinned and continued to speak the cat language.

"Meow?"

The little black cat seemed to understand what I meant, and it stretched out its tongue dramatically, tied its extra-long tongue around its neck, and made an expression of hanging itself and suffocating to death, and conveyed it to me.

"Meow! Meow! Meow!"

I pinched my neck, shook my head frantically, and pointed to my lips again, indicating the general meaning: Tell me who you are the crystallization of the production. To be clear, you probably won't have to die.

"Meow!"

The little black cat is empathetic, and as a god of evil, he is naturally smart and clever, so he retracts his tongue and purses his mouth to show that he does not dare to say who is behind it.

"Hey! Your uncle's!"

I looked at its cowardice and scolded helplessly.

"Ding!"

The system prompt sounds.

The system mother, who acted as a translator, opened her mouth to analyze: "What, the host doesn't have to be like this. We are systematic people, and our system also has a function, that is, we can accept this kind of ghost form as a ghost pet. After becoming a ghost pet, the two parties can communicate harmoniously and friendly. ”

"You didn't say it sooner!"

I'm used to the operation of the system mother, but it can't stop me from being dissatisfied with her behavior: "Ma Lidi! Make it my ghost pet!"

"This thing has to be operated by the host itself!"

The mother of the system is still calm and rational: "If you want the other party to become a ghost pet, you must make the other party agree with you, otherwise even if you become a ghost pet, it will have the effect of backlash!"

"That's right...... Isn't that similar to raising a little ghost!? ”

What I said, I didn't get a response from the system mom.

From what she just said, it can be analyzed that in fact, this so-called ghost pet should be the secret technique of raising small ghosts in Maoshan that was circulated among the people in the early years.

This kind of secret technique can't be said to be good...... Or is it bad......

Because raising a little ghost can indeed operate in a short period of time, the time is prosperous, and the role of turning evil into good fortune is good.

But as time goes by, the more benefits you get from the little ghost, the more you have to give corresponding rewards, such as your own lifespan......

If you raise it, you can't stop it, and you will stop it until you die.

So raising little ghosts, sudden death is a common thing.

In fact, this thing is not of much practical use to me, but I can't help but be curious!

Besides, my Yangshou is controlled by my system mother!

No matter how awesome the ghost pet is, can he argue with the system mother?!

Does it deserve it?!

I withdrew my cold expression, smiled kindly, and said softly, "Would you like to be my pet?" Be my pet, I can take you to pretend to fly with you...... Also, I can take you out of this reincarnation of the first seven. Let you get the freedom you want. ”

"Meow!"

The little black cat was a little tempted by what I said.

I took advantage of the integrity of the pursuit and promised: "You should also be able to feel that I am gaha...... If a god like you sends a ghost back to the underworld, it will most likely not end well. Staying in the yang world is another scourge, so if I become more powerful in the future, I will recommend you to go to the underworld and find a job for you. At least, he can also mix with an official similar to Chenghuang, and he is much stronger than now. ”

"So ......"

I dissipated the cat cage and reached for it seriously: "Would you like to be my pet?" The kind that lives forever. ”

"Meow!"

The little black cat put her paw in the palm of my hand with tears in her eyes and agreed.

"Ding!"

The system prompt sound seems to be watching the lively melon-eating crowd of marriage proposals.

"Congratulations to the host for proposing to ......"

The system mother realized that she had said the wrong thing, and reorganized the language: "Congratulations to the host for harvesting the first ghost pet in life, please treat it well!" You can't let go of a good life, but get a divorce!"

"Ding!"

I just wanted to slap my mother, and the system prompt sounded again.

"Ghost pet name: Cat Evil God."

"Dao Xing cultivation is: One Seven Evil Gods (Three of the first seven souls are gone, and this can be supplemented in the later stage of the host.) After the replenishment is complete, it will advance to the Twenty-Seven Realm, which is about equal to a third-class Yin difference. ）”

"Alright, the host can communicate with the ghost pet!"

After a brief introduction by the system mother, she continued to pretend to be dead.

This makes me worried, how can I communicate with a cat? Keep meowing and meowing, it's very inconsiderate!

So I habitually brain-pumped subconsciously in my mind to system the traffic bridge built by my mother, to communicate with the little black cat friendly: "Ani Hesse! Eat more kimchi Smecta! Meow! Meow! Meow!"

"Why do you eat more kimchi when you play with the flute?!"

A Northeast dialect sounded in my head, which was stronger than my taste.

"Huh?!"

I listened to the familiar language, and for a moment I was at a loss: "Who speaks?" Is it a little meow? Little meow, we have to keep up with the development of the times and speak Mandarin!"

"Will say this, how can you drop!?"

The voice forced Lai Lai to be like a street slicker at home: "I have to say! You're not an ordinary person! can make the ghost recognize you as the master! You're awesome!"

"It's okay!"

I bragged unashamedly, and asked a question about the old theater: "Little meow! Since I am now your master, tell me what you know now, or what you know. ”

"Actually, there's nothing to play ......with."

The little black cat held the idea of being at ease, and told all the information he knew: "The person behind this is actually a pervert, he ......"

"What's wrong with him!?"