In this way, Yan Zhengya tracked the weasel demon in the evening and came to Xiaozhou Mountain. At this time, Xiao Zhoushan was gradually shrouded in darkness, and at the mountain road that spiraled up, Yan Zhengya squatted on the ground to check something.

You can't be wrong, this demonic aura is also mixed with a faint smell of wine.

How much wine did this weasel demon steal from that person? Even if you steal other people's wine and drink, why are you so unqualified to fart at others? Is it strange that people don't hold grudges? Yan Zhengya complained in her heart, carefully identified the direction of the demonic qi, and then continued to go deep into Xiaozhou Mountain.

As Zhengya went deeper, another strange aura in the deep mountains caught his attention, this aura was different from the demon qi, but it was more refined than the demon qi, the color of the demon qi was light red, and this breath was black.

Intuition told him that there was a dangerous aura, Yan Zhengya immediately cheered up, spit out the dog tail grass in her mouth, and pinched two talismans from her chest in her hand.

The deep grass in front of him moved, and a yellow and white thing sprang out and quickly disappeared.

It's that weasel goblin! Zhengya was overjoyed and quickly followed.

A fire talisman in his hand flew forward, and with a bang, it ignited the deep grass in front of him, Yan Zhengya jumped forward, and the peach wood sword behind him urged to unsheath it, and with Yan Zhengya's control, it flew straight towards the weasel demon.

Seeing that the weasel demon had a wooden sword in front of him and a fire charm in front of him, the little demon fell to the ground with his front feet, let out a strange scream in his mouth, his stomach swelled rapidly, and with a loud sound, yellow smoke filled the surroundings, and the stench was unpleasant.

"it!" Yan Zhengya quickly held her breath and farted if she didn't agree with her, do you have any quality!

Yan Zhengya made a sword finger, and the manipulator peach wood sword chased the fleeing weasel demon again, he had been eliminating demons for many years, and he had seen too many of this kind of hallucinations, and the peach wood sword followed the demon qi and flew all the way to the mountains.

After chasing about a stick of incense, the weasel demon seemed to be exhausted, and ran wildly while looking back at the distance of the peachwood sword, and accidentally hit the sharp stone in front of him, screaming miserably, unconscious, oh, no, it was unconscious.

Yan Zhengya followed, and the demon subduing bag on her waist was opened, and the weasel demon was loaded in. He nodded with satisfaction, well, ten taels of silver are in hand. No, in front of the client, let the weasel demon give up and smell it for himself. Hey, that's a little tricky. But it's not impossible. Forget it, I don't want to, let's figure it out when the time comes.

It was getting late, so he took out the compass, fixed the location of the mountain pass, and went out slowly.

As he walked to a place more than a mile away from the mountain pass, the peachwood sword behind his back trembled twice, and the faint demonic aura immediately attracted Yan Zhengya's attention.

Demons? Yan Zhengya raised her eyebrows slightly, followed the demonic qi, turned a corner, and groped towards the bottom of the valley.

The demonic aura gradually thickened, Yan Zhengya's heart trembled, and she held the peachwood sword in her hand, and there was a deep grass in front of her, and something was squirming in it.

He used the tip of his sword to pick open the deep grass in front of him, and a small black lump of unknown things was nesting there.

Yan Zhengya poked tentatively with her sword, and with a bang, the black thing trembled violently, revealing a pink nose.

Both sides were startled, Zhengya shrank back, and the little pink nose jumped up in fright.

This jump, Yan Zhengya saw clearly, this is a ...... Pig?

That's right, a swarthy little pig with a pink nose and black beanie eyes is looking at him with horror. A round body, a small four pig's trotters, and a curly little tail.

It turned out to be just an ordinary little black pig, Yan Zhengya put her heart down, exhaled deeply, and patted her heart.

The little black pig didn't dare to move, and looked at Zhengya not far away.

(Tianmiao has already come to this world, but I will release it tomorrow.) This time, the destined person, ah no, this time the destined pig, is our little black pig. ）