The refreshments after the meal made the demons present vomit well, but they didn't dare to vomit, and their faces became very weird.

Pixiu's mouth was full of black water, full of stench, and he opened his mouth to say to the middle-aged man, "You can do it too!" As he spoke, he cut off the position below Sister Zhou's elbow and handed it to him.

In normal times, this middle-aged man is reserved and cautious, but after he got the snack, the whole person changed, his eyes were red and red, his face was bruised, his nose was panting, and a bloody mouth showed his knife-like triangular teeth, and he stuffed his entire arm into his stomach at once. Through the belly, the crunching sound can be faintly heard. After eating, he stretched out his foot-long tongue and licked the corners of his mouth meaningfully, then glanced at Pixiu's appearance of chewing slowly, and finally lowered his head again, and the red in his eyes slowly faded.

"Old evil, old evil," Pixiu laughed and patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder and said, "You still can't wait!"

Maybe it's because only this one of you can eat this kind of dim sum like herself, so Pixiu will let him sit on the left.

"Hehe" After eating the snack, the old evil's voice became more honest, and he talked less.

Pixiu looked at the demons around him who didn't dare to look at him eating, and then patted the old evil on the shoulder again.

Then it noticed that the little horn hadn't eaten much from beginning to end, so it asked, "What's the matter, is today's dish not to your liking?"

Only then did the little lamb's horn come back to his senses and say, "No, I just can't eat it!"

"Why, aren't you feeling well?" asked Pixiu kindly.

"Where will there be demons who are unwell!" I don't know which demon below muttered, Pixiu glanced at it, and the demons were immediately silenced.

"What's the matter, tell me!" Pixiu asked her patiently.

"No... Nothing!" replied the little horn hesitantly.

"It's not a big deal, what's the matter that my godfather can't solve?" Pixiu took a finger from the snack and put it in front of the little lamb's horn: "Na, eating this guarantees that you will be happy and lively again!"

Little Sheephorn glanced at Pixiu with disgust: "You know I never eat this!"

Pixiu laughed.

"That's it, you have to talk more, make me amusement more, maybe, you demon, I can get you back!"

Pixiu knows almost all the information in the world, and it can't be seen in the little sheep's horn's thoughts?

When Xiao Sheephorn heard this, his eyes first lit up, and then darkened, and he said in disappointment: "It's impossible, it's impossible for him to come back when he enters the Soul Transformation Pool!"

"Who said it was impossible?" Pixiu's little eyes turned and looked very tricky, and he smiled at the little sheep's horns: "That's because you haven't met my godfather before!"

"Oh yes!" the little ram's horn jumped up from his seat.

"Come, eat this!" said Pixiu, pointing to his fingers on the table, a sly glint flashing in his smiling eyes, and the little sheep's horns were so happy that he didn't notice it at all.

"Godfather~" Little Lamb said coquettishly.

"Look, the godfather made you happy, don't you make the godfather happy?" As a last resort, the little lamb pinched his nose and put the snack in his mouth, and immediately almost cried because of the smell, and the muscles on his face were squeezed together, and then scattered, squeezed together, and then scattered again.

"Haha, that's right, let's go, I'll take you to see your little devil!" Pixiu laughed and led the little lamb horn who was crying as he walked.

The old evil behind him stood up and said, "Let's all go back, and in twelve days, everyone will gather here, and we will go to Tantra together!"

The demons dispersed, and when they were leaving, the rat soup took the old evil hand tightly and said, "Benefactor, benefactor, wait a minute, I'll go and find you some snacks!"

The old evil said lightly: "Then let's go!" Rat Datang promised again and again, and left with a thousand thanks.

All the demons dispersed, and only the old evil was left in the restaurant, and he looked at the snacks on the table that still had half of his body left, and there was no longer humility and forbearance in his eyes, but a thick cruelty and violence. He knew that this was a gift that Pixiu had left for himself, but he didn't want to eat something in two bites, he wanted to eat something new, something that others had specially prepared for him, and that others couldn't touch.

So he first slowly touched the chair where Pixiu was sitting, then sat down gently, and finally held the half of the dim sum in his hand, and stuffed it all in his mouth.

Black water bubbled out of the corners of his mouth as he muttered, "Wait, it won't be long!"

On the other side, Pixiu pulled the little sheep's horn into the bedroom, and at this time, Wang Wang was being soaked in a large basin by Pixiu, and the water in the basin was soul water, which was the thing that replenished his soul qi.

Seeing Wang Wang's cooked appearance, Little Sheephorn felt a little distressed for no reason, and she asked herself: What's wrong with me?

"When will he die?" Sure enough, the females were all duplicitous, and when the words came to their lips, they became a different meaning.

Pixiu was stunned, and then laughed heartily: "Okay, okay, Dudu, if you want him to die, I can disperse him now!"

"Oh don't!" the little sheep's horn was so frightened that his face turned white, and he couldn't pretend anymore, so he hugged Pixiu's arm tightly and didn't let go.

"Then I don't understand," Pixiu pretended to be puzzled and said: "You were the one who asked me to kill him, and you were the one who was afraid that he would die! When I met him, it was you who asked him when he died, and it was you who stopped me from killing him! What do you mean by this? What are you trying to do with your godfather? Godfather doesn't quite understand!"

Looking at Pixiu's funny eyes, Little Sheephorn didn't know that she had been tricked, but she really didn't dare to let go, so she hugged Pixiu's arm and shook it, and said something like a mosquito.

Pixiu's ears were smarter than radar, and he could hear no matter how small his voice was, but he still pretended not to hear and said, "Huh?

"Please, don't kill him!" said the little lamb's horn, plucking up his courage and in a louder voice.

"Why don't you kill him, you see he's going to kill you!" said Pixiu, looking narrowly at the little sheep's horn.

The arrogant temper of the little sheep's horns came up, and he shook Pixiu's arm and said, "I'm a demon, and you still ask me why I do something!"

Pixiu burst out laughing, and kept her tears coming out, and the entire demon's skin turned from green to light cyan.

"Okay, okay, then I won't kill him, you watch first, I'll go get something!" Pixiu smiled and walked out.

After Pixiu disappeared, the little sheep's horn turned his head to look at Wang Wang in the basin and muttered to himself: "Waste, you are really a waste!"