Baitou was bluffed by Liu Tugou's finger, his face was pale and his stiff neck slowly turned inch by inch, and he didn't dare to move after catching a glimpse of the figure of a half-sized sheep herding baby, and he looked frightened at first, and then he fell into defeat, as if he had lost his heart to death.

A gloomy voice sounded, but there was a heavy old tiredness in the immaturity: "At a young age, the future is great, and it is not those dog minions raised by the Grain Temple, why bother to wade into this troubled water?"

Liu Tugou stared at this half-sized boy who seemed to emerge from the soil, and saw that his face was gloomy, revealing an eerie aura from the inside out, and he didn't look like a living person at all.

He grinned and said, "I was deceived by you when I didn't notice it before, what the hell dare you walk with a living human body?"

At the feet of the half-grown man lay three lambs, their eyes of different colors, one pure red, one dark green, and one pitch black, but they were all beautiful, like carved from cold jade.

He casually picked up a dark green eyeball, and when he spoke, it was still extremely strange and old-fashioned: "Old rotten sheep Quanzi, at this moment, it is just a remnant soul clone, although it is not your opponent, but if you really have to fight for two hundred years to recover some vitality, it is not difficult to lose both." I see that your subordinates are full of demons and the like, and I guess there will be no chivalrous heart of Raushzi, what benefits do you want, might as well tell me about it?"

Liu Tugou smiled when he heard this: "I think the three lambs of my brother are good, they have traveled a long way for a day, and hundreds of my brothers are hungry at the moment, so why don't you give them to me and roast them on the top of the mountain under the light of the stars and the moon, and the wind is clear, wouldn't it be happy?"

Without waiting for Yang Quanzi to answer, the white head in front of him was trembling and listening for a long time, and finally reacted at this moment, suddenly knelt down with a thud, and said in a trembling voice: "The general is above, please take action to get rid of this evil demon and save my whole village!"

Yang Quanzi snorted coldly, revealing the evil yin that seeped people, he hugged the little sheep with one hand, and his free right hand reached out with a paw, grabbing the head of the white head.

Boom!

A sudden drum sound, as if ringing in the hearts of everyone, obviously not loud, but spread far in the night sky, obviously there is only one, but it seems to convey endless sad songs.

The sound of the drum made Yang Quanzi's movements stagnate slightly, and because of this short delay, a pale cyan long knife had already flown out of its sheath and shot straight at the green lamb in Yang Quanzi's arms.

Yang Quanzi suddenly retracted his claws and retreated, dodging the murderous long knife, and there was a hint of imperceptible jealousy in his expression.

The surrounding crowd was also in a commotion, pushing and shoving to make a larger circle, just because the top of the mountain was too quiet, for fear that the movement would be too loud to attract the attention of the evil demons, and for a while, no one dared to take the lead in escaping.

Resentment or fear or both, countless eyes looked at the sheep herding boy who seemed to be the clone of some centuries-old demon.

Bai Touli was crawling and crawling to escape for his life, his hands and feet were weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

He looked at Liu Tugou with hope, and said sadly: "General, it's not that the villagers like us don't respect the gods, and the ancestors don't know how many years they have worshiped this demon, if they just want some wine and meat to sacrifice, but he ...... He doesn't know how many Lingxiu babies he has killed, and in recent days, he has suddenly asked for too much, and if he doesn't get rid of it, I'm afraid I'm going to be killed by him!"

"Hmph, two hundred years of meager offerings in exchange for two hundred years of smooth weather and inviolence from evil spirits, what is there to be dissatisfied? If it weren't for the fear that the movement would be too big to attract the enemy, how could Lao Tzu be so twisted and pinched and cover up, spending so much time?"

Yang Quanzi's expression was grim, a little annoyed and angry, his eyes glanced at Ren Xichou like a knife, and then stayed slightly on the human skin drum hanging from his waist, and sneered: "No wonder you feel familiar, you are actually the descendant of that little doll, obviously a disciple of the Demon Sect, but you look like you care about the common people, this is the great treacherous and loyal, the big hypocrisy and the truth, I didn't expect to find the heir to the mantle." ”

Ren Xichou's expression moved slightly: "Do you know the family teacher?"

Yang Quanzi didn't bother to answer, his eyes turned to Liu Tugou, who was retracting the light green long knife, and said hatefully: "I think you are also a person with a background, why do you have to form this grudge, it's really stupid!"

Liu Tugou lowered his eyes slightly, his fingers gently rubbed the blade of the slaughtering knife, and chuckled: "If there is no sacrifice, how can there be ...... It's just three sheep, and you really don't want to give it up?"

The dog butcher gave up the burden of pretending to be all his wealth, and finally did not miss the fairy fate of the old fox's forcible blocking, these three little sheep are the fruits of Yang Quanzi's hard work at the expense of mutilating living beings, and they gave up in exchange for a life, and it is not a loss to think about it.

It's just that few people want to understand this principle.

Even the seemingly pitiful villagers in front of them have understood it, but at this moment, they have finally forgotten about themselves.

Yang Quanzi had a sneer on his face: "Since you are a knowledgeable person, if you want my sheep, you can exchange good things, one sheep for your white horse under the crotch, another sheep for the green cow, and the third for your knife!"

Liu Tugou shook his head and said: "Although your method of raising sheep and eating meat is ingenious, it is ultimately an evil way, an elder I know changed a "Warm Swallowing Water" to "Snake Swallowing Elephant", and he also had the intention of swallowing heaven and earth, but in the end it was blown to pieces. These three chicken-ribbed ghosts are only enough for you to exchange your life, so don't be insatiable, right?"

"With just a few words, you want to take away my Dao Fruit?"

Yang Quanzi laughed loudly when he heard this, there was no happiness in it, only infinite resentment.

"Back then, Lao Tzu's blood sea was soothing, conquering the world, and laying a great reputation, but now it has disappeared. For 200 years, you have been living secretly and can't stretch, and even a junior like you who hasn't grown all your hair dares to bully you, it's ridiculous, annoying, and killable!"

As he spoke, he suddenly tore his claws at the lamb in his arms.

Sting!

The sound was like a crack, and the lamb's soft belly was torn open with a big gap, and there was no trace of flesh and blood in the black hole, but there was a terrible cry.

"Tonight is a picturesque scene, and it is a good day for the night festival......"

Yang Quanzi showed a painful expression on his face, and immediately turned into a cruel smile: "Let's kill one, it depends on whether you can eat it or not!"

He lifted the strange lamb that had been disemboweled, raised it above his head, and then raised his head and opened his mouth, facing the big opening in the belly of the lamb.

A faint green brilliance like smoke, fog and water poured out from the big mouth, and poured straight into the mouth of the sheep spring, and the brilliance was so great that he couldn't swallow it in one mouthful, so it flowed in all directions, infiltrating his body, and even scattered around.

The clear summer night suddenly became gloomy, and the brilliance of the stars and moon became cold and piercing, as if it had entered the cold autumn in an instant.

Seeing this, Liu Tugou grinned: "I'm old and have a bad stomach, you can take it easy, don't die of it!"

He kept joking, but the person had already flown up, like a big black bird, and swooped down fiercely towards Yangquanzi.

The Slaughter Knife was crystal clear, cutting a beautiful arc of light cyan light in the night sky.