The demon was chatting with Wang Xiaoyun, and the old man returned home with a chicken in his hand.

Although I haven't tasted the fragrant chicken that Pujia once mentioned, the local chicken stewed by the farmer tastes very good. The demon stared directly at the old hen who had sacrificed her precious chicken life and had been stripped of her chicken feathers, and swallowed her saliva silently.

The old man carried the chicken, turned left and entered the front of the hall, and then called Wang Xiaoyun to come in to help.

The space in the house was small and dim, and when the fire was boiling, a choking smell of smoke rushed to the main hall, and the demon thought to himself that he could not help at all, and that it was better to go to the courtyard to breathe than to be smoked in the house.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked into the courtyard, he heard a dispute in front of the hall, Wang Xiaoyun seemed to be arguing with his father about something, and before the demon could listen carefully, the dispute calmed down.

The demon thought to himself: "After eating the chicken later, I will go to the village chief to theorize." ”

After he convinced the village chief, the father and daughter should not quarrel anymore. At that time, I can leave with peace of mind and go looking for Pujia.

On the way to escort Wang Xiaoyun home, he did not encounter the beast tide, presumably because Xiang Liu was seriously injured at the beginning, and had to retreat first to recuperate, and those demon beasts that were bewitched by its hatred naturally scattered.

If that were the case, the leaves would be safe by now. It's just that the Mengze Sect suffered heavy losses in the previous battle, and Pu Jia should have returned to Yunmeng Mountain with the other surviving fellow sects.

Or perhaps, he feared for his own safety, followed the trail of the apes all the way, and traveled day and night to save himself.

Thinking of this, the demon felt a warmth in his heart, even if all this may just exist in his own fantasy, but who can say for sure, these must not be true?

The mood is like silk, and the thought of you is chaotic.

Happily and willingly.

What dragged the demon back into reality was the smell of meat that filled the entire courtyard.

The demon followed the fragrance and walked into the house, just in time to see Wang Xiaoyun walking out of the front of the hall with a pot of steaming stewed chicken.

"Demons." Wang Xiaoyun's voice was very small, and the flushing in her eyes had not faded, obviously she had just cried.

The demon felt a little distressed in her heart, she stepped forward and touched Wang Xiaoyun's hair, and said softly: "I'll go to the village chief to reason with you later, so that your father won't quarrel with you anymore." ”

Wang Xiaoyun put the stewed chicken on the table, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and nodded slightly.

A family of three and the demon sat around the table, and the old woman's cloudy eyes fell on the demon, and tears flashed. This situation made the demon sigh in his heart, maybe the position he was sitting now was the position where Wang Xiaoyun's sister used to sit. used to be a family of four, happy and shared. It's just that now, things have long been different.

Seeing that a family of three was waiting for them to move their chopsticks, the demon was not polite, and directly sandwiched a chicken wing and sent it into his mouth. In an instant, the fragrant meat juice filled the mouth, and the demon exclaimed in his heart, the wings of the old hen can be so delicious, if it is replaced with the wings of five or five, I am afraid that it is not necessary to create a separate word to praise its deliciousness.

Three under five divided by two, one chicken wing under the belly. The demon wiped a handful of oil from his mouth and said with emotion: "It's really delicious in the world." ”

Seeing this, the old man tore off a chicken leg and handed it to the demon, who hurriedly waved his hand and said, "A chicken only has two wings and two legs, and we are just four people, one for each person." ”

But why, when I was saying this, I felt that the things in front of me began to blur? The demon heard Wang Xiaoyun shouting her name, and she wanted to agree, but her mouth was so heavy that she couldn't open it as if it had been filled with lead. On the contrary, his head is fluttering, and his consciousness is flying farther and farther.

It was dark in front of him, and the demon fell softly on the table.

It's like having a long, long dream. In the dream, there is a clear spring reflected in the moon, there are peach blossoms dyed by the sun, and there is a man who is brighter than the peach blossoms.

He is Pu Jia.

Pu Jia gently took her hand and whispered her name—

"Momoko, are you okay?"

The demon wanted to remind him that he was a demon, not a peach, but he couldn't open his mouth.

When the starlight fell, they became Luan'er, and Pujia became ink paintings, and they clasped their fingers tightly, standing side by side, complaining to each other.

Then, the white-haired man who had saved her broke into the dream at this moment for no reason, it had nothing to do with Fengyue, no matter why, he hugged her, his tone was playful but gentle: "This time, the master will not allow you to escape again." ”

"Escape? How could she have escaped? I use the unique bundle demon lock of Vientiane Gate! ”

A strange and cold voice drifted into the demon's earframe, and she opened her eyes, shaking the dim candlelight, and two unfamiliar figures.

The demon tried to move his arm, only to find himself trapped tightly on a wooden pillar, and the two men heard the movement and turned their eyes to the demon.

"Are you awake?" One of the older men spoke.

"Who are you? Why are you tying me up? The demon asked.

"Why?" Another young man suddenly chuckled, "Just because we're human and you're a demon." ”

"What if it's a demon?" The demon is really puzzled.

The older man sighed and said, "Your situation, Wang Laosan told me. ”

He paused and continued: "You said that you are a friend of the Pujia Immortals, but you don't even know that he is not on Yunmeng Mountain at the moment, how can you let us believe you?" ”

"Dad, don't talk nonsense with her, whether she is a friend of the Pujia Immortal or not, she is a demon. Since it's a demon, it should be burned to death! The young man said indignantly.

"You're the village chief?" Through the content of the conversation between the two, the demon roughly made a judgment.

"That's right, I am the village chief of Wangjia Village, Wang Shoufu." Wang Shoufu nodded.

"Village Chief Wang, I am indeed a friend of Pu Jia, but it is only when we encountered a beast tide in the Yunmeng Forest and were forced to disperse, so I don't know his whereabouts."

"If the village chief knows where Pu Jia is, please let him know that I am here." Demon Dao.

Wang Shoufu touched his chin and thought for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "I only know that he entered the Yunmeng Forest with three thousand heavily armored warriors from Zhongzhou seven days ago, and I don't know where he is now." ”

"Father, I guess she was sent by the demon beast to deliberately inquire about the whereabouts of the Pujia Immortals." Wang Shoufu's son said firmly.

Wang Shoufu frowned, looked the demon up and down, and looked suspicious.

Seeing that his father was suspicious, the man added fuel and vinegar: "She pretended to rescue the eldest daughter of Wang Laosan's family, in a vain attempt to deceive us, and then took the opportunity to find out the news, and may even use us to sneak into the main city of Zhongzhou." ”

Seeing that the suspicion on Wang Shoufu's face was getting heavier, the demon said helplessly: "If I am a meticulous worker, why should I blow up my identity?" ”

The man snorted coldly and said, "What the demon thinks can we mortals guess, maybe this is also your method of demagogy?" ”