Fortunately, it's just a ridge master, so hand it over......

Thinking of this, Lu Jun picked up his mobile phone, and just wanted to call the Golden Eagle King, but after thinking about it, he dialed another number.

"Lord Beihuang!" Immediately, a respectful voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Well, what are you doing?" Lu Jun asked slowly, only in front of his subordinates could he maintain some dignity.

Talking to him on the phone was another demon king under him, named the Wild Boar King, who wandered in the deep mountains and old forests of Mombashi and Northeast China all the year round.

"I'm just about to rest, what's the matter with Lord Beihuang?" The Boar King asked.

"That's right, I have something for you......" Lu Jun said his request.

"The Ridge Master under the Golden Eagle King? This ...... "The Wild Boar King was a little hesitant, he was also the Demon King under Lu Jun, his relationship with the Golden Eagle King was not good, but it was not bad, there was no reason to offend him for no reason."

"Just do this quietly, don't let him know." Lu Jun said again.

“…… All right! The Boar King agreed.

……

Yuezhou, a night market.

Of course, the night markets in first-tier cities are very lively, even more lively than during the day, white-collar workers who have just gotten off work, coolies of various occupations, couples who come out to hang out in the middle of the night, and of course, there are some guys who draw dragons and tigers.

- In other first-tier cities, there are definitely a lot fewer "dragon and tiger painters", but in Guangdong, a place where urban villages abound, the nouveau riche who made their fortune by demolition, the idle lazy people hidden in the market, and the young people who are blessed by their families, drink two sips of cat urine and don't know who their names are...... The number is still not a minority.

In the midst of the noise and steaming, a little girl who looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old looked at the stalls on the left and right as she walked, and her saliva was about to flow out.

Feng Jiujiu was dressed in a green dress, with an innocent face and ignorance of the world, walking slowly in this night market.

Feng Jiujiu is a monster who has lived for nearly a thousand years, and he has long been able to hide his demonic aura without leaking, and even the realm aura can be completely dissolved, and the most experienced demon slayer can't see any flaws in front of her.

- Unless they've seen her, no one knows she's a youkai!

"That's it!"

Staying in front of a stall, Feng Jiujiu asked for a rice roll powder, and then sat on a small stool and ate it carefully.

"Little girl, do you want to play with your brother?"

At that moment, a large hand suddenly slapped on her shoulder, and then a heavy smell of alcohol wafted over.

Feng Jiujiu glanced back, it was a big man with a somewhat vicious face, and the diners next to him all lowered their heads when they saw this, obviously this person was still a little famous in the neighborhood.

Feng Jiujiu's mood was a little irritable.

She is the ancestor of a hundred birds, she is incomparably beautiful, and she is even more beautiful after turning into a human form, in order to reduce her attractiveness, she deliberately cultivates her appearance to look very young, and she dresses very plainly and inconspicuously, but she still can't stop these waves of hooligans.

However, this is not the first time, Feng Jiujiu is very comfortable with this kind of thing.

Do you send him flying on the spot, or lure him to a place where no one is there and eat him?

Feng Jiujiu was thinking so, and his other hand grabbed Dahan's wrist.

"Dude, don't bully the little girl, okay? It's a big person, why don't you know shame at all? ”

Feng Jiujiu looked up and saw a handsome young man standing next to the big man. The young man is in his early twenties, dressed very plainly, but his eyes are bright.

Still a cultivator!

Feng Jiujiu saw the identity of the other party at a glance, seeing that he was upright, he should be a demon slayer, right?

"No, what the does this have to do with you?!" The big man scolded and punched him hard.

The young man grabbed Dahan's fist with one hand and slammed it down, and Dahan screamed "ahhh......hh

Dahan said more than a dozen words "pain" in one breath, and it could be seen that it was really painful.

The young man kicked the big man in the stomach and scolded: "Get out!" Let me see you bullying the little girl and breaking your head off! ”

The big man immediately covered his arm, and fled with a rolling belt, and immediately heard a cheer all around, although the people did not dare to meddle in their affairs, but when they saw the righteous and brave people, they never hesitated to shout good, and even after the person who took the lead, he would be encouraged to come forward to help.

There is no shortage of kind and righteous people in the world.

The young man is, of course, Wang Qianchen.

He wanted to kill Hong Xiaohao, of course he had to come to Yuezhou City, because it was too late when he arrived, and he was very hungry, so he found a random night market, and just about to eat something, he saw the scene just now.

How can it be left alone?

Others don't care, not because of indifference, but because they don't have that ability.

And he has a strange ability, and he is still a cultivator, of course he will not hesitate.

"Are you alright?" Wang Qianchen lowered his head and asked softly at Feng Jiujiu.