Song Ciwan's hand bounced off the fox demon, and he looked around, but he felt a little thrilled.

Not for anything else, but it turned out that at the same time that she came into contact with the fox demon, the rest of the handymen in the grass washing room also began to come into contact with the demon corpses assigned to them.

One of the handymen was assigned a black leaky pot, which looked like it was only the size of two palms, and the black pot was covered with dark purple meridians like blood vessels, which was already weird and terrifying-

The handyman picked up the colander with both hands and dipped it in the herbal lotion of potions, and the next moment, his feet suddenly slipped, and somehow he suddenly pounced forward.

"Ahh One of the handymen to his right exclaimed.

Listening only to the sound of the water, the handyman who washed the leaky pot fell into the water tank in front of him!

Song Ciwan stood on his left side, and just like that, he saw the man's exposed feet suddenly kick upward.

It was just a kick, and then the people in the tank didn't move.

"Ahh Yes! There was another scream in the grass bathroom.

A few other handymen even squatted on the ground, holding their heads and crying in fright.

The steward rushed in with the guards, and one of the guards reached out and dragged the person out of the water tank, and threw the person to the ground with a pop.

"It's dead." Steward Hu frowned and said, "I want to recruit people again, trouble!" You ......"

He stretched out his hand and pointed to Song Ciwan next to him, not that Song Ciwan was conspicuous, but mainly that it was nearby.

Song Ciwan's cultivation time is still too short, and it is not even a beginner, at most it can reduce some sense of existence, as for making people turn a blind eye to her under any circumstances, there is still a long way to go.

Steward Hu assigned Song Ciwan to take over the cleaning of the demonic leaky pot, and then the guards carried the dead miscellaneous servants away.

In the grass bathroom, there were still people sobbing.

Hu Guan said impatiently: "What are you crying about, if you don't want to do it, you can leave immediately, if you don't leave, you can do it well, if you can't finish today's things, you will go back and smoke to death!" ”

As he spoke, he pulled a whip from his waist and threw it to the ground with a snap.

With just one moment, the ground of the stone slab was cracked open an inch-deep opening.

What kind of power is this? The miscellaneous servants all shut down, and Song Ciwan was also shocked.

The steward looks like he has a big belly, but he still has this hand.

Song Ciwan silently cleaned the fox corpse, and couldn't help but secretly compare his own situation.

From the perspective of cultivation exercises, the Sitting and Forgetting Heart Sutra practiced by Song Ciwan should be a high-level immortal Dao heart method. She also has a wisp of true qi now, and according to the realm division of the immortal Dao cultivation system, she has entered the stage of inducing qi into the body.

Refining and refining gas, refining gas and transforming gods, refining gods and returning to emptiness, refining void and merging the way.

This is the four major stages of immortal path cultivation, inducing qi into the body, this is only the first stage, and even the qi transformation realm has not really stepped in.

At this point of cultivation, no matter how advanced the roots of the exercises are, they can only be a rookie.

What's more, Song Ciwan still lacks attack methods, and he doesn't know any escape talismans, as well as all kinds of immortal methods.

Alas, it's really far away, it's too far away!

Song Ciwan suddenly felt a sense of sincere fear, and now he worked harder and harder, and secretly made up his mind in his heart: The world is so dangerous, who do I want to do?

She lowered her head, washed the entire four-foot-long fox carcasse, and then worked hard to scoop it out of the water tank and dry it on a nearby drying rack.

The water that had washed the demon corpse was ticking down, and Song Ciwan's hand wiped the eyes of the fox demon who refused to close until he died, and the next moment, the scales resurfaced again.

Hey, this ......

There was nothing on the weighing pan this time, but there was a picture that vaguely came into Song Ciwan's mind like an old movie.

What?

——The protagonist in the picture is a wild fox in the mountains, which originally knew nothing about the world, but only knew how to run around the mountains, sleep with the heavens and the earth, and eat the essence of the sun and the moon.

Until one day, it accidentally fell into the trap of the hunter, and when it was about to die, it was rescued by the peasant girl Cui Niang who was passing by collecting medicine.

Cui Niang is a simple and kind farm girl, although life is hard, but never greedy, see the little fox pitiful and cute, seems to have spirituality, so I can't bear it to be hurt.

Not only did she release the fox from the trap, but she also quietly brought it home, fed it, and healed it.

For such a period of time, the relationship between one person and one fox has deepened, and slowly even has a sense of staying together.

The change came suddenly, and that day was something that Xiaohu will never forget in his life.

There was a group of menacing slaves rushed into Cui Niang's house, and a happy lady dressed up said: "Little lady is so blessed, we have a relationship with you outside the north of the city, and I would like to accept you home to be the seventh room such as Mrs." ”

What is like Madame? Isn't that a concubine?

would rather be a poor wife than a rich concubine, Cui Niang naturally did not want to.

But she never expected that her brother owed a large amount of gambling debts in the gambling house, and she was just waiting to repay the money, so how could she refuse?

Parents crying, brother urging, gongs and drums moved, suona sounded, Cui Niang covered her pink hijab and was helped on the sedan chair.

The little fox's mana is low, and his injuries have not healed, so he can't fight against many powerful slaves, so he can only quietly hide under Cui Niang's skirt, get on the sedan chair with her, and then suffer the torture of fate.

Since then, the colorful rich courtyard has become the abyss of Cui Niang's fall. She was angry at first, then dazzled, and then indulged in madness.

Yes, this world is so full of flowers, why can't she indulge in it?

They snatched her up, and they suppressed her, bullied her, looked down on her, and tormented her! In those days of ridicule, in those days and nights when she was regarded as a plaything, she was obviously dressed in splendid clothes, but she had to constantly go hungry, and her cloak was exposed to snow......

What kind of heavenly principle is this?

Since there are only vicissitudes in the world, she would rather feed her heart to the demon!

The little fox with low mana grew up quickly in Cui Niang's painstaking feeding.

Strange things began to happen frequently in the Xu family in the north of the city, and one enemy after another died mysteriously. Until Cui Niang's resentment became more and more prevalent, the little fox was full of demonic anger in Xu Mansion, and the Hanging Lantern Division was alarmed!

That night, the little fox devoured Cui Niang's flesh and blood, and fought to the death with the demon guard who was armed with a blood-breaking knife.

The demonic energy was tumbling and boiling, the little fox was as fast as the wind, and the sharp claws were everywhere, and after the demon captain picked it up, a soap official threw it at the little fox.

The claws slashed through the body of the soapman, and the soapman screamed in pain, and blood splattered three feet high.

The long knife of the Demon Commander turned forward, drank the blood of this person, and in an instant, the sword light skyrocketed, and the blood-breaking knife came out.

In the world of the little fox, this knife is the last light it can see.

After that, the world fell into darkness, and there seemed to be Cui Niang's laughter and crying in a trance, as well as the faint sentence of the demon captain: "The sacrifice will be according to the old rules, and the compensation will be one hundred taels ......."

What, the little fox doesn't understand, and it doesn't bother to understand. It died, along with the emerald in its womb.

Next to the sundeck, Song Ciwan, who had read this video like a marquee, was suddenly stunned, and her heart beat like a drum.

Some information that had been ignored before struggled to break ground at this moment.

Is the death of the soap officer for killing demons or for sacrificing knives?

The usual pension is one hundred taels, but Song Youde's pension is only fifty taels!

Song Ciwan took a step back, and there was an extra gray-black glow of golden light on the weighing pan that appeared in front of him: [Cui Niang's obsession, people want to resent and hate, love and part...... Three catties and four taels, which can be sold. 】