Also novel is Dugu, it is not like a monkey to probe the brain to observe, not like a monkey to look at the mouse's eyes, it stands high on the roof every day, holding in the gray thatch with a moldy smell, tilting its head, and looking at it openly.

Whenever people sneak a glance with fear on their faces and see the hideous monkey face, they will quickly turn their heads and sweep their gaze to other places.

Bear children who have never seen the world, but will not be as fearful as adults, whenever they see the monkey probe out, they will stop all activities when they get together to play, curiously look at this frightening monkey, some bold, will reach out to it and point, probe and the friends next to them to say a few words.

The poor monkey, in the eyes of the bear children, is an ornamental animal, and there is nothing harmful except for a hideous face. On the contrary, the big bird that is high up and seems to patrol its territory every day will make them a little frightened.

The bear children didn't even dare to look at Dugu with a serious gaze, and each time they secretly glanced at it, and then quickly shifted their gaze to the monkey.

The curved pointed beak that shimmered with light, the two sharp claws that clung to the eaves, made them feel terrified.

More often than not, the bear children would not go home at mealtime, but would secretly gather not far from the wooden house where Wen Chuanting lived, where the smell of meat wafted from the smell of meat they longed for.

Whenever this happens, the bears will swallow their saliva desperately, staring at the small courtyard with wolf-like eyes, their noses shaking vigorously, and desperately sucking into their stomachs that they can't see the smell of meat once or twice a year.

There is a meaty fragrance, Dugu's curved and sharp beak and sharp claws are temporarily left behind by the bear children, and the monkey's monkey face that makes the children novel has also disappeared, not to mention, it is easy to see the question of Chuanting.

The terrifying demon king in the mouth of the adult, the monster that devours the flesh and blood of children.

The end result is that before the meat is cooked, the bears and children will be forcibly taken away by the frightened adults, and they will arrive home with a fried pork on a bamboo board. Then, every little butt of the bear child was dyed red.

Previously, Wen Chuanting had given meat to the neighboring villagers, and watched them take it tremblingly, without the joy he imagined, and Wen Chuanting didn't care.

After he was gone, the people who received the gift of animal meat put on a sad face, stared firmly at the cooked meat, sighed, wept, and then changed into good clothes at the bottom of the box, and made themselves clean and neat, while crying, they devoured the meat as if they were dead, and after eating, lay quietly on the bed.

In perception, everyone who has eaten meat lies on the bed with the fear of death, even if the bear child cries, he will wait quietly under the forced intimidation of adults.

"They are waiting for the Great Demon King in their eyes to come and devour them even with their bones and flesh!" asked Chuanting with a wry smile.

Since then, Wen Chuanting will no longer give gifts, let alone contact them easily, he is like a disaster star, wherever he goes, he will be afraid of fear, and there will be helplessly waiting for death to come.

After sorting out and summarizing everything, the experience was transformed into the accumulation of heritage, and the harvest was not small, and the conscious cultivation made great progress, although there was no breakthrough, but it also made him understand the law and the law more clearly and clearly.

Every time he swung the long sword, the sword qi that burst out, the rhythm that surrounded the long sword, carried a sharp and devastating aura, which made Wen Chuan very happy.

Summing up to a paragraph, Wen Chuanting is also preparing to leave.

Convenient with people at your own convenience!

Here, he is out of place, and in the eyes of people, he is a demon beast in human skin, a demon who eats flesh and blood raw. Even if he didn't bring any harm to the people or the village, or even if he was extremely friendly, he was still a monster, a monster lord protected by two monsters.

Ask Chuanting here, in addition to being quiet, there is no communication, no goodwill, no imaginary warmth and peace, people are afraid of him is prevention, he sees people's simplicity, but also sees estrangement.

Just as he was about to leave, a strange aura appeared in his perception.

The old patriarch of Qin ran out tremblingly and ran towards the gate of the village, where a humanoid creature with a toad's head had already appeared.

The thick body that is a head taller than Wen Chuan, fat like an enlarged bucket, the muscles on the two thighs are knotted, as if there are two big wrists without a bottom upside down, almost skimmed into the big mouth at the back of the head, and the slender tongue swallows from time to time, bringing out sticky filaments.

"Master Game World, are you passing through here?"

In perception, Old Patriarch Qin groveled and asked the same question to the monster with the head of a frog.

The corners of his mouth twitched, almost allowing himself to suffer an irreparable wound called a 'muscle strain'.

The slender tongue swallowed, and quickly licked twice on Old Man Qin's face.

"It's too old to chew!" said the frog-headed man with a loud voice, and said a sentence that was not what he asked.

The fishy smell blew out of his big mouth, almost making the sweaty and frightened old patriarch of Qin faint.

"It's still the little old man, it doesn't smell! It's also handsome!" In fear, the old patriarch Qin remembered Wen Chuanting who lived in the village for no reason.

"Master wants to eat blood?" Old Patriarch Qin's stiff face squeezed out a smile, wrinkled and crumpled no different from crying.

"The lord doesn't like the old ones, we still have the tender and tough ones here, which ones do you like?"

The two strands of war, if it weren't for the support of a cane, the old man could barely stand. The trembling arms and swaying body showed how frightened he was inside.

"Tender and fresh, tough and crisp, first give the master twenty heads each!" Ha Lazi flowed out of the big mouth that was skimmed to the back of his head, and fell to the ground ticking.

"Twenty each?" said a bitter smile in his stiff smile.

"What's the matter, you don't want to?!" The two big eyeballs that bulged out of their sockets stood out again, and the fierce aura was permeated, tightly pressing the almost paralyzed old man Qin.

"May ...... Yes!" The difficult words came out of his mouth, and large beads of sweat were hot, running down his cheeks, rolling over the corners of his eyes, and finally sour, salty, stinging pain, the old eyes squinted together, and there were droplets of water forming in the corners of his eyes, I don't know if the sweat that entered the corners of his eyes was squeezed out, or tears overflowed from his eyes.

"I wonder if the master wants a chicken or a dog?"

"What kind of chicken and dog? A smell of earth, you are a wild demon who has never eaten blood food?"

The sound was like thunder rolling, shaking the old man Qin's whole body and shivering, his paralyzed body squatted on the ground, and his old body was like a boneless.

"Oh, that's the one, white and tender, your despicable clansman, bring two hundred heads to the master!"

"Two hundred!" Old Man Qin's limp body almost lay down, and he looked in the direction of the rough webbed fingers of the frog-headed man, and a smile suddenly appeared on his bitter old face.