The night is hazy and the moonlight is ambiguous.

The wild cats outside the wall also became pretentious.

Zhao Lao Liu rubbed his hands and impatiently lifted the girl's headscarf.

Ahh ！

The terrible screams pierced the quiet night sky.

The broken tiles on the roof were also shaken off a few pieces.

The boy in the courtyard next door sighed and opened his eyes.

Then he picked up the pen and paper on the table, and recorded his situation and gains in words that were completely different from this world.

Host: Ke Xiaoliang.

Sect: Ten Demon Sects.

Skills: Shadow Clone (unlocked), Whisper (unlocked), Soul Demon Immortal (unlocked), Virtual-Reality Conversion (unlocked), Steely (unlocked), Demonic Body (unlocked).

Goldfinger: A gourd vine, the effect is unknown.

Magic index: seventy-five (Zhao Lao Liu provides fifteen points, and he will make persistent efforts today and tomorrow, or he can harvest ten more points).

Looking at the data on his handwritten 'system' panel, Ke Xiaoliang looked up at the moon and sighed.

If the demon seed in the body wants to be conceived, it needs at least a thousand magic index.

It is only when the demon seed is bred, the demon seed is turned into a vitality, and the qi rhyme is born, and the cultivation can be regarded as a beginner, which can barely be called a heavy qi training. With the true true qi of the Demon Gate, it is possible to learn the 'skills' in the above list and become a real Demon Gate monk, so that the people in the righteous path will be frightened, and the righteous heroines will cover their chests with their legs.

It was less than three days before the rebirth, and there were still five days left before the Ten Demon Sect's demon seed inspection.

After five days, the disciples of the demon seed who have not been born alive will be 'recycled', or sent to the medicine house to refine the blood pill, or directly thrown to the hundred ghost stream to feed the wandering souls and wild ghosts.

The best result is just to throw it to those girls in the Desire Flower Palace as a furnace to practice, which is considered to be refreshing before death.

He won't be drained out of his soul and refined into a fierce ghost after death, and he will still be a green-headed ghost.

The predecessor is a virgin.,Entered the demon gate and was still on the right path.,The whole two months of pregnancy time.,Even to do good deeds.,Extravagant hope to be favored by the righteous masters.,Take it out of the devil's cave.,Re-take the right path...

I also want to be blind.

"Zhao Lao Liu is just a mortal, and he is full of wine and wealth, his body has long been hollowed out, and his willpower is almost zero. I just used the curse method every night, cursing him for nightmares next door to him, and the magic value I can collect is very limited. If you want to get rich overnight and satisfy the breeding needs of the demon seed, you have to find real monks and get wool from them. Thinking of this, Lin Shang added another stroke to the paper.

Mission: Randomly select a lucky 'guest' to act as a leek and harvest enough magic points from the other party.

The so-called demonic value, in a broad sense, is a kind of spiritual energy that is dispersed by the individuals targeted by the demon monks in the case of losing their minds.

Because it is mainly fearful, afraid, and angry, it is defined by Ke Xiaoliang as a demonic value.

Thinking of cutting leeks, Ke Xiaoliang himself is a big leek.

Of course, that was the pot of the predecessor Ke Xiaoliang.

He was cut to death by cutting leeks.

Assuming that the regular willpower of ordinary people is ten, then the demonic value generated each time cannot exceed ten.

Otherwise, it is easy to go crazy, collapse, blacken, or change your temperament.

If the harvested eight or nine points of magic value for a long time lasts for more than ten days, then the harvested person may be directly sucked to death.

The predecessor is just an ordinary person, although he has mastered some superficial magic spells, but he is still in the category of ordinary people, and there is no real transcendence.

Even ordinary people with a relatively average will are slightly firmer, but they are limited.

In this small city that houses the outer disciples of the Ten Demon Sect, the 'leeks' that are really the most suitable to start with are actually those fellow disciples. And the stupid white sweetness of the predecessor, after being harvested several times in turn, died and became the most humble and insignificant sacrifice in the outer test.

Knock knock!

In the middle of the night, the peach charm at the door, without accident, was knocked by the yin wind.

At the gate of the courtyard, the lantern stained with the blood of a black dog kept swaying up and down in the weird night wind.

"Here we go again!" Ke Xiaoliang knew who was coming.

On the first day of crossing, he was indeed taken aback.

But now, he knows very well that the person who does it is just pretending to be a ghost.

It is the successful activation of the demon seed, and the true qi of the demon gate is born in the body, and without the help of the masters of the demon gate, it is difficult to give birth to mana in the true qi of the demon gate.

If you don't have mana, you can only use the 'skill' attached to the demon seed itself, and it is a random acquisition of the 'skill' fragment, that is, incomplete skills. Only through continuous cultivation and improvement of cultivation can it be possible to fully master one or more skills.

And the role of mana is to drive foreign objects, such as ghosts, demons, puppets, and instruments.

These are the most common methods used by practitioners.

The courtyard door creaked and creaked.

In the whimpering wind, it was like something whispering in the night.

Ke Xiaoliang yawned big, touched the eye droppings in the corners of his eyes, and then flicked his fingers and flicked the dirt out.

I took out a mirror and touched my sideburns... Sure enough, he is still a handsome guy, and the sense of discomfort of crossing is swept away again, followed by a full sense of substitution.

Ugly people have sad faces everywhere, while handsome people are always chic and free.

Ke Xiaoliang, who is admiring himself, doesn't seem to notice it at the moment, his face is white, and his body is also very white... The white glowing girl, holding a black paper umbrella, suddenly appeared at the gate of the courtyard.

She looked warily at the two large lanterns in the doorway.

Looking at the two black dogs painted on the lantern in amazement, I didn't seem to understand why the image of the tengu was depicted like this.

"It's more exposed, the cold wind is pressing, doesn't the son invite the slave family into the house to sit?" the woman stood at the gate of the courtyard and shouted at Ke Xiaoliang, who was still admiring herself.

The voice can be said to be extremely coquettish.

Ke Xiaoliang yawned again.

Because of his predecessor's pot, his body was so empty that he couldn't stay up late.

And as we all know, cultivating immortals is to stay up late.

If you can't stay up late, what kind of immortal can you cultivate?

If you don't cultivate immortals, how can you stay up all night?

So, it's really an endless loop.

"I'm sorry, but seeing that I'm so handsome, you should understand that I'm not a good person. Because of my handsome appearance, I am not allowed to live so kindly. So you'd better go to another house!" Ke Xiaoliang said through the courtyard gate.

The woman giggled and said, "How can a bad person say that he is a bad person? But he's not a serious person!"

As he spoke, he was still flattering Ke Xiaoliang.

This is no longer a hint, but an explicit gesture of the carriage and horses.

"It's okay to let you in. ”

"But you put on a show for me first. Ke Xiaoliang said.

The woman charmingly slid her delicate neck with her white fingers, as if she was about to break the belly pocket rope hanging around her neck, exposing the looming peaks under the belly pocket to the innocent moonlight.

seems to be hinting to Ke Xiaoliang what kind of show she can perform.

"The slave family... Obey Childe's orders. The woman said softly.

Ke Xiaoliang thought for a while, and then said, "Then you can perform a handstand for me!"

"Hmmm... Huh?" the woman froze.

Far away in an attic on the other side of the town, the evil man who was holding a female rag doll and controlling it remotely was also stunned.

"Ding! Your magic value has reached three points!" Ke Xiaoliang dubbed a note for himself, and added a three after the number seventy-five on the paper.

"You're fooling me!" The woman was furious, her long hair flew directly, the green tendons on her face were exposed, and her slender and sharp nails grew on her hands, and she slashed towards the courtyard gate.

At the same time, a strong wind blew out the candles in the lanterns.

It's like God helping her!

The gate of the courtyard suddenly darkened.

Only the moonlight and starlight were still sprinkled coldly.

Syllable!

The courtyard gate made of bamboo slices shattered.

And in the cracks, the fine sand that had soaked in the blood of the black dog was also splashed.

The woman who originally looked bright and moving, but at this moment, her whole body began to rot pieces of hideous flesh and blood.

The fine sand, soaked in dog blood, fell on her body, making a sneering, snorting sound. It's like a soldering iron falling on a pigskin.

The woman was so angry that she turned into a gust of wind and swept into the hospital, and was about to pierce her heart with a claw and scratch Ke Xiaoliang to death.

I don't care what the water is flowing for a long time!

She only wants revenge.

But he didn't notice that there was something strange in the ground under his feet.

A loose foot.

Planted upside down in a hole in the ground.

There was a hot oil pot in the hole.

The woman fell into the oil pan and was cooked in an instant.

Gradually, the so-called woman disappeared completely, and what floated in the oil pot was clearly a white snake more than three feet long.

In the attic in the distance, the evil man holding the doll in his hand spat blood, the doll in his hand was completely shattered, and in the doll's belly, there was a bunch of white larvae.

At the same time, the demon seed mark that appeared in the center of the man's eyebrows also flickered a few times, and finally snorted... It was completely darkened.

"Seventy is worth the magic value!" Ke Xiaoliang added another seventy after plus three.

Now, he has one hundred and forty-eight magic points, and he is still eight hundred and fifty-two points away from activating the demon seed.

"Good leeks, cut them in one stubble... Sad!" Ke Xiaoliang looked up at the sky, quite sad.

Then he rolled up his sleeve and looked at the tattoo on his arm that looked like a gourd vine.

gritted his teeth, but completely injected all the magic value into this gourd vine tattoo.

Suddenly, the gourd vine began to grow slowly around his arm.

A small purple flower, blooming on the gourd vine.

Then after the petals fall, a small gourd grows.