Foxes, yellows, whites, willows, grays, and other animals, after practicing for a certain period of time, will ask the people they meet about what they look like.

If someone who is destined to be stopped says that it looks like a human being, then it can be used to become a refinement, and if it is not like it, or scolding it, not only will it not become a refinement, but it will also be ruined by tens or hundreds of years of practice.

It's just that, generally speaking, this kind of goblin only asks if he looks like a person, and everyone has a small relationship, and the weasel in front of Meng Fan is special enough.

Like a human?

Like a god?

Put aside this multiple-choice question, and do a trick that will never lose!

Besides, the title of god is by no means something that ordinary people can reward, and it has accumulated to this day, whether it is cultivation or merit, Meng Fan does have the qualifications to be a god, he said that the yellow skin is like a god, and this guy is really a god on the spot.

It is estimated that he also saw this, so he deliberately had the courage to block the road and gamble on luck.

It's just that this method has to lose a lot of its own accumulated merits, and they are not related to each other, so why pay such a big price?

Meanwhile.

"Dao Chief, Dao Master!"

The weasel kept playing, his eyes flashing, and he pleaded, "Please take a closer look, whether I am like a man or a god." ”

Like a maid pretending to be a little Lori?

Ahem, outsiders must be careful.

"Poor Dao thinks you are like a human."

"Okay, don't engage in crooked ways, let's practice in the future, if it hurts the heavens and harms reason, it will be eradicated by people with the Tao."

As he spoke, a mellow elixir with a surging fragrance flew into the weasel's mouth.

Before it could speak, Meng Fan disappeared.

At the last moment, the yellow skin who had received the benefit glimpsed that a turquoise divine light lit up from the arms of the Dao Chief, and the Xuanmao, who was born to restrain demons, seemed to be incarnated as a desolate beast to warn it:

Don't get an inch.

"What a jealous kitten."

Miles away, listening to the master's ridicule, the Xuan Cat became lazy again, as if he hadn't understood anything, let alone done anything, and gently shook his tail and brushed Meng Fan's cheeks.

It just doesn't want other beings to appear, so what's wrong with running to compete with itself for favor?

Alchemy boy, there is enough for one!

Near the abandoned tea stall, the yellow skin of Xiu Wei, who had obviously grown, revealed a deep unwillingness in his eyes.

"With such a strong merit, he refused to give it to others......

"What did this young Taoist do to accumulate like this, and only by doing a lot of evil can he live a satisfying life."

"Now that I have achieved cultivation, I have to find a way to find a mountain to lean on, but this Huai Shu Grandma of Lanruo Temple is famous, but she only accepts beautiful female ghosts."

"Rat and mouse, I'd better find another demon king."

Xu is just refining the horizontal bones, which stimulated the chatter attribute, this weasel has been chattering since Meng Fan left, and he didn't think about it at all.

Let's try it soon, everyone. 】

Stepping out a few miles in one step seems to be very far away, but in fact, it is just like that, and any wind and grass within a radius of more than ten miles cannot hide from Meng Fan's ears and eyes.

"Meow!"

Wild cries resounded through the clouds.

The weasel, who was going to take refuge in a demon king, suddenly felt a chill in his neck, and his original half-human-tall body shrank inexplicably, and he wanted to follow his instinct to fart and escape, but his intuition was extremely sensitive, as if he really dared to do so, he would die completely in the next moment.

"Master Dao, spare the little demon."

In the end, Huang Pizi recognized the current affairs very well and completely dispelled all undeserved thoughts.

"Tell the poor Dao about the dryad grandma."

"Yes."

"When the little demon first opened his mind, I heard that the magic of the locust tree grandmother of Lanruo Temple is profound, and even the black mountain lord who is in the underworld has dealings, and he is famous, and there are few monsters near the entire Jinhua Mansion who don't know."

Huang Pizi's eyes turned, he secretly glanced up at Meng Fan, and asked tentatively, "Dao Ye and Grandma Huaishu are old acquaintances?" I still want to make friends. ”

"Don't worry about it."

Meng Fan said coldly.

It's really a dog thing, not to mention wasting a good fate, and eating a pill for nothing.

I thought that the little demon who had just refined the horizontal bones and had never been contaminated with blood and evil qi on his body could be guided on the right path because of the salvation that was not deeply involved in the world, but he didn't expect it to be so unbearable, but fortunately he didn't go far just now.

Otherwise, what kind of demon king will the little beast take refuge in, he will harm the lives of others every day, and there will be an account on his own head, and it will be endless.

"But what else do you want to say about Grandma Dryad? Cool point. ”

"Yes, yes...... Legend has it that grandma only accepts female ghosts, all of them are beautiful, and many demon kings and ghost kings come to enjoy ......"

In the intermittent sound, the yellow skin was completely hollowed out, its cultivation was placed here, and there were no secrets at all, and most of the things were only heard.

However, Meng Fan didn't expect a little demon he met casually to reveal any shocking secrets.

took out the yellow skin that had been reduced by the supernatural power from the mouth of the black cat, and shook it gently, and the little eyes that were originally frightened and agile immediately became obscure.

In addition, the mottled demonic power is also gone.

The beast got a chance, opened its spiritual wisdom by luck, and then began to practice for decades, and only then did it happen.

The most important point is that it is inseparable from Meng Fan's kind help, but its performance is really disappointing.

Because of this, this creature has changed from a demon back to an ignorant beast, and has a lifespan of more than ten years, running around all day long for food, drink, shelter, and hiding from predators.

Meng Fan is not a soft-hearted person, but he is not so willing to kill as soon as he crosses.

According to the direction pointed, along the dilapidated official road, the population gradually increased, and the road was finally no longer empty, occasionally you can see the merchants rushing to the trucks, several roadside people cooking smoke birds and birds, and the sound of chickens and dogs smell each other.

Guobei County, said to be a small county, is actually pitiful, and it is estimated that it is similar to the villages of later generations.

From the outside, the broken city wall more than half a zhang high is engraved with the words "Guobei County", and two one-eyed dragon soldiers are holding forks and collecting money outside the door.

There is no sharpness on the iron fork, it is all rust, and this thing is just given to the Leap Earth Thorn, and I am afraid that it will be disliked fiercely.

After entering, there are all kinds of shops on the streets formed by the intersection of four or five roads, but the hottest business is the coffin shop, except for the gambling house and the restaurant.

Of course, famous scenes must also be indispensable, many fierce-looking red-clothed officials with knives in one hand and a thick stack of wanted notices in the other, are catching the court criminals, and there is a burst of interrogation when they meet people, and there is a burst of chickens and dogs jumping everywhere they pass.

The dryad grandma is still able to jump now, and the plot of the first part has not been unfolded, so I won't hear the sentence:

You are the murderer Zhou Yabing, take it away!

The reason why I can be sure is because of the art of looking at qi, more than ten miles away in the southwestern suburbs, there is a forest, and the ghost is permeated.

When he was in a hurry, Meng Fan deliberately stopped in mid-air and stared, through the canopy of the forest tree, he could vaguely see the dilapidated temple corner pagoda, which was the Lanruo Temple that the locals talked about changing color.