"Don't want to?"

Looking at the golden rooster that took a step back in front of him, Feng Qing'an's face showed a playful smile, obviously, this is a chicken with its own ideas.

Because, the heroic righteousness left by his eldest brother is just shrouding the yard, if this chicken wants to become a demon, it only needs to fly out of the yard, obviously it has this ability for a long time.

But this chicken has never left the yard from beginning to end, and has always pretended to be a fool in this yard, preferring to be a chicken that will be slaughtered at any time than leave.

"Then you can stay here!"

Feng Qing'an is not difficult to be a strong chicken, he has to take it out of the yard, since he has ideals and ambitions, let it stay here, Feng Qing'an is also very curious, under the suppression of Haoranqi. The potential of this chicken grows and what it will become in the end.

Even if it is a poultry beast, there is not only one way to turn into a demon, the white wolf lord in the mountains is the path of the spirit, and he is not restrained by Haoran's righteousness.

"Montenegro, go!"

Under the cover of the heavy snow in the early morning, Feng Qing'an left the village with Montenegro, and then rode directly onto the Black Mountain, which manifested his true body, and went to the mountain.

This is the first time Feng Qing'an has entered the mountain, so when Montenegro stepped into the snow-capped mountain forest with Feng Qing'an on his back, the wind and snow whistling from all directions suddenly stared into the air.

Then, in Feng Qing'an's surprised gaze, he turned into a gentleman in a white shirt, and in the hands of this gentleman who still looked extraordinary and uninhibited even in the harsh environment of the wind and snow, he held a stack of robes.

"Mountain God!"

Unreasonable, unexpected, Feng Qing'an didn't expect that the mountain god actually valued him so much, and he had just stepped into the mountain and appeared, so he got down from the black mountain and walked towards the mountain god.

"Quite an interesting practice!"

The mountain god looked at Feng Qing'an at this time, looked up and down, and his eyes showed admiration.

He can naturally see where Feng Qing'an's current posture comes from, this is because he has obtained the demonic power of Montenegro to poop, it is not uncommon to control the demonic power with his body, but Feng Qing'an's way is the first time he has seen it.

"Why are you here?"

Feng Qing'an asked, whether it was the mountain god's affinity towards him or the existence of the mountain god himself, it was worthy of his respect.

"In the cold winter of the moon, how can you walk naked? It's fine, but it's not polite, it's the clothes I have changed, and if I don't dislike it, I'll give it to you! ”

"Thank you, the god of the mountains!"

Feng Qing'an naturally didn't know what to do, so he hurriedly thanked him, and then took the clothes handed by Yashi in front of him with both hands, just as soon as he touched the touch, he let Feng Qing'an know that this set of robes was definitely not an anti-object.

"No thanks, you're not too old!"

The stagnant wind and snow roared, and when Feng Qing'an looked up, there was still the figure of the white mountain gentleman, as if the moment he gave out his clothes, he had already blended into the wind and snow, turning into the flying snow that dotted the mountains and rivers.

"This dress ......"

Feng Qing'an stretched out his hand to touch the white clothes faintly glowing with cyan light lines, the soft and tough texture was not what silk fabrics should have at all, and the cyan light lines were clearly neatly arranged scale lines.

Change your clothes!

The corners of Feng Qing'an's mouth twitched, and without hesitation, he put this set of clothes on his body, people said that it was old clothes, let him not dislike it, it was just a kind word, just any one of them, it was hard to find.

Not long after, Feng Qing'an put on this set of soft clothes, and through the eyes of the black mountain, Feng Qing'an could see a handsome and elegant young man in white, but it was difficult to hide his wild temperament.

"It's me!"

Feng Qing'an was quite satisfied with his current appearance, and that wildness was the influence of demonic power, which was unavoidable, but he didn't mind.

"Montenegro, go!"

Feng Qing'an, who put on new clothes, turned over and rode up the Black Mountain, galloped all the way, and went directly into the valley with a hot spring.

Although there is snow here, there is no snow on the ground, because there is a warmth that gathers but does not disperse, and even the heat is steaming, and the grass and trees are not decaying.

When Montenegro came in from outside the valley, the wolves who spent the winter in this valley immediately surrounded from all directions, and the first to lead was a giant wolf as big as a cow with eyes like ghost fire, followed by more than 20 wolf demons.

Feng Qing'an has seen such a scene through the eyes of Black Mountain for a long time, but now he has faced it in person, but it is the first time, but now Feng Qing'an is not afraid, but he took the initiative to go to the ground.

Seeing Feng Qing'an, a strange creature, intruding into their territory, most of the wolves' eyes were in awe and curiosity, because they felt the breath of the wolf king.

But those wolves that have turned into demons, especially the ghost-eyed wolves who are also at the level of war generals, they are sincere fear and full of awe from the heart.

Because they not only felt the breath of the wolf king, but also a more lofty terrifying deterrent, as if facing the endless towering mountains.

But fortunately, this feeling was only for a moment, but even so, when Feng Qing'an stretched out his hand and wantonly kneaded the demon wolf in the mountain like a family dog, none of the wolf demons dared to move, and let Feng Qing'an play with it at will.

"It's boring!"

Looking at these well-behaved wolf demons in front of him, Feng Qing'an couldn't help but be a little disappointed, he was ready to conquer these guys by force.

However, when Feng Qing'an returned all the demon power in his body to Black Mountain, all the wolf demons were still shrunk like quails, looking at these guys like this, Feng Qing'an felt that if he gave the ghost-eyed wolf in front of him a ruthless blow, this guy might not dare to fight back.

It is worth mentioning that when Feng Qing'an returned his demonic power and his body shrank, the clothes on his body did not fall, but changed with his body shape to maintain the size of the fit.

"The mountain god is really interesting!"

What does the so-called old clothes sent by the mountain god represent, the wind is clear.

Even if he doesn't have the protection of Montenegro and doesn't invoke its demonic power, Feng Qing'an knows that he can walk unhindered in this big mountain, and no one will run to him to find unhappiness.

"If there is a chance in the future, I will repay it!"

Feng Qing'an whispered to himself, others are kind and acceptable, but they can't be taken for granted.

"Montenegro, you guy, what's this expression?"

After Feng Qing'an checked the wolves, he turned around and found that this guy from Montenegro was actually jealous, squatting there unhappyly, and he couldn't see Feng Qing'an crying and laughing.

Raise your hand and give it a look, this time, even those ordinary wolves know what the status of this strange person in front of them is.

This made Feng Qing'an perform the "Spirit Drawing Blood Alchemy Technique" among the wolves, and every wolf he pressed under his hands was extremely well-behaved and docile, just like the Black Mountain back then.

And the wolf demon enjoyed the "Gathering Spirit Quenching Bone Technique", which benefited from Feng Qing'an's hands, and after tasting the sweetness, it was only half a day, and Feng Qing'an naturally replaced Montenegro and became the most popular existence among the wolves.

Montenegro naturally didn't mind this, and even when he went home with Feng Qing'an on his back, he was still quite excited.

It's just that when a man and a wolf approached the village, they bumped into a majestic and solemn team of knights with flags fluttering.

However, Feng Qing'an was sharp-eyed, and at a glance he saw the carriage surrounded by knights in the middle, which was quite familiar. In the wind and snow, on the fluttering flag, the big wind word is even more obvious.