Yang Jian said that getting the demon pill of the black bear spirit would not hurt his life, and he would be able to help himself later-didn't he think about it when he said this, Hou Jingjing, who is just a little milk dog now, may not be able to beat the black bear spirit?

So it's destined to only outwit ah!

Hou Jingjing thought of a few plans, what became this snake demon, what became the rat demon of Guanyin Zen Temple...... found that none of Sun Wukong's methods were simple, rough and efficient.

That is, to turn into a little bug and burrow into the belly of a goblin.

It's a pity that her golden hoop stick is with Wukong, and she doesn't have a single tool on her body, and the blades that killed the snake demon are all aura.

She rummaged through the snake cave, and finally found a sword that was quite sharp, thinking that it was the snake demon's, and she didn't take advantage of it when she waved it—thinking that this snake demon was covered by a black bear spirit in the Black Wind Mountain, and she didn't need to fight anyone, and even the sword was more beautiful than easy to use.

Fortunately, talk is better than nothing.

Hou Jingjing hid the sword, turned into a flying insect and flew back to the Black Wind Cave, seeing that Yang Jian was really still painting, the black bear spirit stood aside and frowned: "Mr. has seen these people?"

Looking at the painting painted by Yang Jian, it is actually Tang Seng and the four of them, Bajie and Sun Wukong are all after practicing the appearance of the face, the painting is very eye-catching, even the blue-faced and big-eyed Sha Seng is heroic, and it looks very cool.

"This," the black bear spirit pointed to Tang Seng sitting on horseback, "Mr. has seen it?"

Hou Jingjing looked at it, and hurriedly got into her mouth while he was talking.

This is the first time she has gotten into someone else's stomach, and she found that the picture in front of her was like watching a bloody scene on the Internet, even if she had just killed a nest of demons, she didn't look very comfortable, and she was busy using the aura to protect her body, so as not to be contaminated with half a cent of mucus.

The location of the demon pill is easy to find, a huge, fluorescent bean in the dantian, no wonder the "Journey to the West" book and Sun Wukong are tied, not only the steel knife moves are powerful, but the cultivation is also higher than himself.

She looked at her greed, hurriedly took out the Qiankun bag, and recited a spell at the demon pill, and the demon pill immediately shook violently like a crumbling golden persimmon in the ****.

At the same time, she felt that the body of the black bear spirit was crooked, and the whole body was like a high-rise building that was about to collapse in an earthquake, in order to avoid stunning, Hou Jingjing hurriedly grabbed it with her hand, and caught something, the body seemed to be in more and more pain, and after the collapse, it was still rolling with a gurgling!

He rolled so that Hou Jingjing's head was dizzy, and the demon pill also resisted and refused to come into the Qiankun bag, and when the two were deadlocked, he suddenly heard Yang Jian shouting his name outside his body: "Hou Jingjing!"

"Wait!" It's about to succeed!

"Come out!" Yang Jian shouted again, "Nanhai Guanyin has arrived!"

Hou Jingjing was stunned.

Who is this black bear spirit Guanyin Bodhisattva, as soon as something happened, she rushed over to rescue, no wonder she will take it back to be her mountain god.

She had to take the Qiankun bag, and made the black bear spirit open its mouth with two punches, and when she saw a bright light in front of her, she quickly flew out and landed beside Yang Jian, turning back into the image of a little girl.

Guanyin Bodhisattva's face was full of black lines, obviously very dissatisfied with Hou Jingjing's actions, and the black bear spirit was exhausted and lying on the ground, seeing Hou Jingjing come out and raise a steel knife to cut her, she was stopped by Guanyin waving a dust: "Evil animal! Do you still want to hurt the divine dog under the throne of the god monarch?!"

Hou Jingjing looked up, Yang Jian also returned to his original appearance, and from Hou Jingjing's point of view, he happened to see the part from his ears to his chin, and this perfect edge and corner instantly made her feel a little more comfortable when she just came out of the belly of the black bear spirit.

Yang Jian saw the black bear raising his knife, and also reached out to pull Hou Jingjing behind him.

Guanyin reprimanded the black bear spirit: "My Luojia Mountain is unattended, if you are willing to take refuge, I will accept you as a mountain god;

This, this, this......

Guanyin's multiple-choice question is too easy to choose, as long as you don't want to die, you can only go back with her......

It's also a domineering ......

The black bear spirit could only bow his head and salute, expressing his willingness to take refuge, and then wait for him to take the ordination, the little demon in the cave had already escaped, and even the Black Wind Cave was burned by the Bodhisattva, and the firelight and fireworks reminded Hou Jingjing of the deep hole under the table of Taoyuan Xianju Tianzi No. 7.

Thinking of the deep cave, Hou Jingjing suddenly remembered the stone wall, and peeked at Guanyin and Yang Jian, and saw that the corners of Guanyin's mouth were slightly raised, with a dignified appearance of compassion and kindness, Yang Jian was a cold face that was used to the outside world, and he couldn't see a clue.

Her heart moved, and she deliberately pulled Yang Jian's sleeve: "Huoda, Shenjun hug me!"

The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched.

The corners of Guanyin's slightly raised lips were also a little stiff.

"Shenjun!" Hou Jingjing shouted again, and there was a bit of coquettishness in her tone.

Yang Jian was silent for a while, but finally bent down, grabbed her armpits with both hands and picked her up, and his movements were really skillful.

It's all a tacit understanding that I practiced when I was a little milk dog in the past.

Guanyin not only the corners of his mouth, but also his whole face began to stiffen: "...... Shenjun is old, and his temperament is really softer than before. ”

Hou Jingjing's little ass sat on Yang Jian's curved forearm, and her arm naturally wrapped her arms around Yang Jian's neck, scratching the back of her head and looking at Guanyin, very naïve and ignorant.

"Farewell. Yang Jian hugged Hou Jingjing and turned around to leave.

"Wait," Guanyin suddenly stopped him and walked up quickly, and at the same time there was an extra porcelain vase in his hand, "Here are all elixirs for increasing cultivation, give ...... Give it to the little girl, I personally refined it, and it is more replenishing than the demon pill of the black bear spirit. ”

Yang Jian glanced at Hou Jingjing in his arms, and saw that she was still an innocent child, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but seep out a smile, and then quickly covered her face, stretched out her hand to take the porcelain bottle and said, "Thank you Bodhisattva." After that, he hugged Hou Jingjing and walked away on the clouds.

His fleeting smile naturally couldn't hide Guanyin's eyes, and as soon as Yang Jian left, all the dignified kindness on his face turned into a sour one that could not be hidden, so startled that the black bear spirit stood aside and secretly rolled his eyes to observe, so that when Guanyin turned around, he happened to see his obscene appearance with a black face and white eyes.

Guanyin's whole person suddenly vomited as if she had eaten a fly, but she quickly hid it with a cough.

Yang Jian, who flew out of the clouds, handed the porcelain bottle to Hou Jingjing, and seeing that she was still ignorant and innocent, he couldn't help but smile: "Okay, don't pretend, no one will see it." ”

Hou Jingjing also laughed out loud: "Shenjun, did Guanyin have any story with you before she became a Bodhisattva? Wow, as soon as you hugged me, her whole face was sour!"

"You did it on purpose?" Yang Jian looked at Hou Jingjing with wide eyes, with a crying and laughing expression, which was many times cuter than a cold face.

Hou Jingjing was in a good mood and nodded with a smile.

"Who did you listen to?" Yang Jian was a little cramped by her laughter, "Bodhi Patriarch?"

"Master is not so gossipy," Hou Jingjing couldn't help laughing, proudly raised her chubby little hand and made an "eight" movement at her chin, "A woman's intuition." ”