Chapter 107: Impu is captured

"Yingpu, what's wrong with you? aren't you feeling comfortable?" Chifeng first noticed Yingpu's strange behavior. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Maybe I blamed him, I blamed my Lu Lang?"

"What's the matter, little sister Yingpu, what's going on?" Lie Rongzhu put her hand on Yingpu's shoulder and asked with concern.

"I blame my Lu Lang, just because of him and my handmaid, my handmaid, I, I, I," Yingpu raised his head, and his sad eyes contained bitter tears.

Yingpu remembers very well that it was a late night more than 500 years ago, and it planned to steal the Wind Chasing Arrow of the Seven Immortals of Xuxia, and take the Lie Xuan Bird Bone on the Wind Chasing Arrow to use it to practice spells.

I didn't want to see the fierce beast Tai Yu and the tragic battle of strangling the Seven Immortals of Xuxia, Yingpu panicked, afraid that he would be discovered by the Yan Yu and become the prey of the Yan Yu, so he hid nervously in the weeds, and waited until the Yan Yu was injured and fled into the water, then slowly retreated and fled from the coast of the West Sea.

Along the way, Yingpu's mind was full of bloody scenes of the Seven Immortals of Xuxia hunting, and he accidentally got into the trap set up by the hunter and was captured alive by the hunter.

Yingpu didn't struggle, it knew very well in its heart that this was the last calamity on its cultivation path, if it was skinned and stewed by the hunter, its cultivation path would come to an end, and if it succeeded, it would have the body of an earth immortal, an immortal golden body.

It lay quietly in the hunter's cage and was taken to the market.

"Hey, Orion, how much corn are you going to get this fox for?" a fat man looked at Imp in the cage.

"Three buckets of corn. Orion said with a smile.

"Are you planning to rob? Three buckets of corn, is it a vixen? Can you become a beauty, and be happy with my uncle? If you can really do that, uncle, I will give you ten buckets of corn. The fat man smirked.

"Uncle, this fox's fur has not been damaged at all, it is a good skin, I want three buckets of corn in exchange, no more, you see. The hunter brought the cage to the fat man's eyes.

"I see your grandmother, I'll give you a bucket of corn, will you change it?" the fat man bargained rudely.

"No, at least two and a half buckets, I won't change a grain of rice. Orion made it clear.

"One and a half buckets, how about one? The fat man glanced at Yingpu in the cage and gritted his teeth.

"Two buckets, fair trade, do you think it's worth it, we have corn in one hand and fox in the other, we are all happy, you think it's not worth it, one shot and two scattered, the deal is not lovely, what do you think?" The hunter saw that the fat man really wanted to buy, and adjusted the conditions of the exchange.

"Daddy, two fights are just two fights, right? This fox's fur is very good. I'm going to buy it back and make a fox shoulder. A seventeen or eighteen-year-old little fat man beside the fat man lifted the cage and looked at Yingpu carefully.

"It's still the little young master who knows the goods, and he can tell the quality of this fox's fur at a glance. The hunter took the cage back from the little fat man's hand and smiled faintly.

"Uncle, you just follow the little master's heart, the little master is really discerning, at a young age, you can distinguish between good and bad fur, it's not simple. The hunter complimented.

"Dad, you can buy it, I really like the fur of this fox. The little fat man, who was complimented, tried his best to pry his father.

The big fat man patted the little fat man's head and smiled lightly: "Okay, for my son's sake today, I will exchange it with you, but your beast cage will be given to me." ”

The hunter thought for a while, and finally clapped his hands: "Okay, I'll give this beast cage to the little young master." ”

Yingpu lay in the cage, very helpless, and very clear, this is a catastrophe, can only wait for someone to rescue, if there is no fate, it means that it has only a dead end, breaking the cage to escape, it is impossible.

After the hunter and the fat man exchanged, Imp was taken to a large house by two fat men, big and small.

"Master and Master, you are back. A middle-aged man, in the hands of the little fat man, took the cage containing Yingpu inside.

"Put it away, don't let it run away, find a knife tomorrow, pick it up, and make a shoulder for the little master when the time comes." The big fat man commanded.

"Yes, sir. The middle-aged man nodded in agreement.

The moon soaked the earth with a light like water, the night wind gently stirred the treetops, and the silence everywhere, and the occasional barking of dogs made the earth seem as lonely as death.

Yingpu lay quietly in the cage, "enjoying" the pain of waiting for death.

"Is it really a catastrophe this time?" it thought to itself.

It has a desire to break through the cage and regain its freedom, and this cage wants to be torn apart easily, effortlessly.

But it knew that if it did break through the cage and escape, an even greater catastrophe awaited it.

It once saw a fox fairy, disobeying the laws of heaven, forced to cross the doom, and was later pursued by the thunder, the body was blown up in a different place, the soul was scattered, and the eternal reincarnation could not be reincarnated.

It hopes that it will die comfortably after dawn, and it is better to be killed with a knife, suffer less, and then reincarnate again, and practice more, and it is convinced that sooner or later it will be able to survive the misfortune in one lifetime, and it will achieve positive results.

The agony of waiting for death tormented Impu, who was distraught and unable to control himself, that is, he hoped that the day would be bright and that this suffering would end sooner. I just don't want it to be as early as dawn, I hope that time is best to stay at this moment forever, not dawn.

In the entanglement of Yingpu, the sun still broke through the sea of clouds early, spewing out, sprinkling light and heat all over the earth.

"Old Shaft, is the Barra Knife here?" shouted the big fat man as he walked out of the room after breakfast.

"Master, the little one has already gone to urge him just now, and he will be there soon. The middle-aged man smiled humbly.

"Dad, what is the old man looking for a bala knife?" asked the old axe's seven or eight-year-old son.

"The master came back yesterday after buying a good fox, and asked for a bala knife to help pick up the skin. Lao Zhouzi caressed the top of his son's head lovingly: "Lu'er, you go outside to find some firewood, and you will need to use the knife in a while." ”

Lu Er went out in response, and carried the firewood little by little, to the yard again and again.

"It's late, it's late, don't blame it. "A scarface, laughing and walking into the compound, he is the Barra knife.

"Raise the fire. The bara knife threw an iron pestle the thickness of a thumb in front of the old shaft: "Burn it red." ”

"Dad, what are you doing killing the fox and burning the iron pestle?" Lu Er asked the old axe in a low voice.

The old man put the iron pestle into the pyre where the flame was rising, and said softly, "Say Bala, put the red-hot iron pestle into the anus of the living fox." The fox will blow up the fur on its body because of the pain, and then, while the fox has not yet breathed, peel off the fox's skin, which is the best. ”

Lu Er exclaimed, "This is too cruel." ”

Yingpu was even more surprised, it was going to blow up Nedan by itself, and if it was dead, why should it suffer so much.