At that time, Tang Luo caught the little girl who sold matches.

He realized that the little match girl was not just a ghost, but more like a dog.

This is a dog demon, to put it more accurately.

It's the soul of a dog demon!

There is a certain probability of "ghosts" after death, and there is naturally a certain probability after the death of a demon.

Some monsters, even if they are beaten to the point of being scattered and their bodies are destroyed, they may be obsessed with immortality and become evil and depraved things for the sake of the disaster.

As for those who have not been killed, a wisp of remnant souls has not died, and it is not impossible to form demons and ghosts.

It's just that compared to "human ghosts", "demon ghosts" are very rare.

The little girl who sells matches is selling matches though.

But after Tang Luo "bought" the matches, her follow-up behavior was to let Tang Luo throw away the matches and let her pick them up.

There is no doubt that this is a behavior that only dogs have, and besides, it is a domestic dog.

Do wild dogs behave like this?

Tang Luo didn't know, but he was sure that domestic dogs would have this kind of behavior and form such instincts, including the roaring dog of Erlang God.

Yes, the Howling Sky Dog plays like this when he and Erlang God are fine.

The life of the gods is actually very idle.

At that time, when Tang Luo caught the little match girl, an inexplicable feeling of familiarity suddenly poured out. I even saw a trace of the Howling Dog on it.

It's not the Howling Dog in myths and legends, or the Howling Dog that Tang Luo met in that world when he traveled through the past.

"Dog" is Tang Luo's original name for the roaring dog. Simple and straightforward.

It's a pity that he didn't wait for Tang Luo to confirm further. was interrupted by Qinglang's stupid hot weapon reserve.

The little match girl escaped.

What should I do if the dog runs away? I can only catch it again.

Qinglang, as the main responsible person, must be responsible.

In addition to listening to Yang Jian's words, the biggest hobby of the roaring dog was to play with all kinds of fairy ladies.

Don't get me wrong, the whistling dog is not a lustful dog.

The roaring dog that Tang Luo knew was not a male dog, but a female dog.

At the beginning, Tang Luo specially confirmed that in "My Sister Can't Be So Cute", the Roaring Sky Dog also has some space.

The monks don't speak.

Even if it is a literary creation, it must be carried out on the basis of facts.

Tang Luo is such a strict person. It is impossible to make it up blindly, and it is impossible to make it up blindly in this life.

The roaring dog is different from the average demon, she is a typical pure heart, a child's body, a child's appearance, and a child's heart.

That is, it's easy to deceive.

If Tang Luo's guess is correct, the little match girl is really related to the roaring dog, then she will most likely be lured out by the new bait.

"Add another layer of 'condiments.'"

Tang Luo tugged at Qinglang's shirt and made a small cut under his collarbone.

Let the blood slowly flow out, and some of it will be stained on the skull.

Anyway, he is also a cultivator, although he is very vegetable, his blood is still different from the blood of ordinary people.

After getting the bait, Tang Luo pulled the rope in his hand and said, "Let's go, let's find the dog." ”

Qinglang felt that he was like a dog now.

"I won't let your ...... go," she snapped a few words between her teeth.

"That's right." Tang Luo said perfunctorily, "Come down." ”

Qinglang moved his body, fell from the table and fell to the ground, barely holding on to the table, with a gray face, and slowly got up.

"Yes." Tang Luo shook his head, urged the merit jade lotus, and treated her injuries a little.

At least she had the strength to walk.

The two went out.

"Master ......"

Han Guang happened to be passing by, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but let out a low sigh, immediately stepped aside, and quietly gave a thumbs up.

Unexpectedly, Master Xuanzang is also a lover. This one is much more high-end than them.

That girl, her face was slightly pale, her temperament was cold, but I felt pity for her.

Amazing, worthy of Master Xuanzang!

"Oh, the poor monk went to find the little match girl, do you want to go together?" Tang Luo glanced at Han Guang and asked.

"No, no."

Han Guang's head shook like a rattle, "Master, you're busy, I'll go first." ”

A puff of smoke ran away. He's a man with a lot of eyesight.

"Hmm." Tang Luo nodded.

"I want a veil." After taking two steps, Qinglang stopped leaving and made a request, "Otherwise, I'd rather die." ”

"It's a nuisance." Tang Luo stretched out his hand and tore off the corner of her clothes directly, "Here you go." ”

Full marks for local materials.

"......" took it with a trembling hand, and Qinglang covered the lower half of his face.

It's just—

Why does it feel even more wrong than just now?

The "blessing" of the three terrifying rumors in the mountain city of Tuo'an, after a period of nightfall. There are basically no people on the streets anymore.

Occasionally, pedestrians pass by, and when they see two white-clothed people wandering like ghosts, they are also frightened and run away.

How much makes Qinglang's scarred heart get a little comfort.

"Smack."

The sound of small sticks falling on the ground was clearly audible in this silent night, on the empty streets.

Tang Luo let go of the rope and said, "Go ahead." ”

"Shall we?" Qing Lang looked at the small wooden stick not far away, and then turned his head to look at the white-haired demon monk.

"Pick it up." Tang Luo said.

“……”

"There's a high probability that the dog can be lured out again." "Or do you actually like to wander the streets like this?" ”

Qinglang almost crushed his teeth, slowly stepped forward, squatted down and picked up the small wooden stick.

Walking back in front of Tang Luo, Qing Lang resisted the urge to stab him to death with a stick and handed the small wooden stick to Tang Luo.

To use a rotten analogy -

It's that eyes can kill, and Tang Luo has died countless times.

"Okay, throw it yourself." Tang Luo waved his hand.

Qing Lang didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly broke the small wooden stick in his hand.

Of course, after the break, her chest rose and fell violently, apparently affecting the injury again.

The skull that had been pulled out almost didn't hold it.

"Or, the poor monk will come and throw it away?" The kind-hearted master Xuanzang Tang Luo is still very good at talking.

If you don't want to lose it, then let him lose it.

These days, it's not easy to be lazy.

"No need! I'll do it myself! ”

Qinglang turned around and threw the small wooden stick out with all his might—ten meters away.

Moving like a leg on cotton, Qinglang walked to the small wooden stick, squatted down, picked it up, and threw it again.

In this way, I walked slowly through two streets.

Tang Luo followed behind Qing Lang.

Qinglang in front of him, his forehead was already full of sweat.

The cold wind, which could have been completely ignored, was extremely cold at this moment, his body was hot, but his limbs were cold.

Qinglang squatted down, picked up the small wooden stick, and wanted to stand up, but the sky was spinning for a while, and he couldn't stand anymore.

Instead of falling the cold ground, Qinglang was held up by Tang Luo.

The warm hand was pressed against his forehead, and a warm current poured out from the heavenly spirit, slowly flowing to the limbs and bones, dispelling the original cold feeling.

Qinglang's hand supporting Tang Luo's chest was a little weak for a while, and he was a little greedy for this warmth.

"Alright, go ahead." Tang Luo pushed her away.

Naïve and want to take advantage of this opportunity to fish?

Master Xuanzang spent the power of merit to treat her, don't think about being lazy.

Qinglang stood firm, closed his eyes, opened them again, and threw out the small wooden stick in his hand.

Didn't wait for the sticks to hit the ground. A figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Thin and small, with his head down, his clothes layer after layer, tattered, and unclothed.

In his mouth, he held a small wooden stick from which the Qinglang people went out.

"It's ......"

Qinglang's eyes widened.

When she was in the restaurant, she did it though.

But because Tang Luo blocked the relationship between the little match girl.

Qinglang didn't really see "her", but mistakenly thought that the "demonic energy" was released by Tang Luo, the demon monk.

I was a little surprised to see the little match girl suddenly appear.

Is this child the "dog" that the demon monk said?

"Click."

The little match girl closed her mouth and bit off the stick in her mouth.

Walking up to Qinglang, the little girl stretched out her fist, on which she routinely held a few small wooden sticks.

"Excuse me, would you like to buy a match?"

Ordinary words, but it made Qinglang's heart rise with great fear.

After all, she is a cultivator, and she can sense the special nature of the little girl in front of her.

It's not a human being at all, it's some kind of extremely terrible "demon".

Qinglang felt that even if he was in his heyday, he would not be the opponent of this little girl.

Wrong.

Such a description is too self-exalting.

It should be said that I am afraid that only the ancestor of the sect can be better than the little girl in front of him.

And, the purpose of this demon monk turned out to be to lure out the demons who asked for money?

Qing Lang looked at Tang Luo in surprise.

"Do you want to buy matches?" The little girl asked again.

Qinglang didn't answer, she had a feeling, whether she bought matches or not, what would she do next.

Eventually, they would all die at the hands of this little girl—if they had met her alone, instead of being a decoy here.

"The poor monk bought it."

The fisherman Tang Luo took a step forward with a smile and stood in front of the little match girl.

The little girl's outstretched hand shrank slightly, and a menacing growl came out of her mouth.

"Come, give it to me." Tang Luo held out his hand to the little girl.

The little girl's right hand shrank and opened her mouth sharply.

This time, it's not the last time I saw a bloody mouth.

In Qinglang's sight.

The night sky, the bright moon, the surrounding buildings, and the streets beneath your feet disappeared in an instant.

In its place, there is a bloody mouth that envelops everything and is coming.

"Tsk, is that really you? Dog, your temper is worse than before. ”

Tang Luo said.

Palm shadows appear in the sky.

A thousand hands can't be guarded!

In an instant, it shattered the bloody mouth that shrouded it.

The roar of the pain-eating beast rang out.

Qing Lang saw that the demon monk raised his right arm and grabbed the head of the little girl, the "dog", as if he was holding a rag doll.

The little girl struggled frantically, but could not break free of the other's arms.

"Tell me, dog, where is your real skull?"

Tang Luo held the little girl up in front of him and asked.

Unfortunately, all that was exchanged was a roar that represented the instinct of anger.

"It's a bit of a hassle." Wrinkled, Tang Luo said, "Forget it, when Yang Jian asks in the future, he will say that it is your dog who made the first move." ”

As he spoke, he slapped his palm on the little girl.

The struggle stopped, and the little girl's body turned into a black thick mist, spreading out in all directions, and some of them dissipated into the air.

The other part is re-coagulation.

And the head was firmly grasped by Tang Luo, and there was no chance to escape at all.

Another palm!