The little beggar Li Xuan was on wooden crutches, and when he saw the white-fronted little tiger falling to the ground in front of him, he didn't know why he was so childlike, he leaned forward and backward with a smile, and almost lost his balance.

The little tiger is also ashamed, feeling that he has lost a lot of face, and he can no longer pretend to be fierce in choosing people to eat.

However, the little beggar's whisper was really harsh, if he turned around and walked away, how would he dominate the mountains and forests in the future, he opened his mouth at the moment, roared violently, and spit out a cloud of dry air.

Li Xuan saw where the little tiger's breath passed, and the moss on the stone steps was dehydrated, dried up and turned yellow in an instant, and he sighed in his heart, secretly thinking: "Become a monster? Or is it a demonic spirit that is biased towards masculinity? You must not be careless, otherwise you will lose your life for no reason, but it is not a joke." ”

Thinking of this, the little beggar turned sideways very simply, feeling a warm and stinky gas brushing his nose, as if he had been punched head-on, his sensitive nose was swollen and sore, and even tears were about to flow down.

Hold back, hold back! Li Xuan forcibly held back the tears that were about to fall, reached out and pressed it on the green skin gourd, ripped it off his left belt, and held it firmly in his hand.

There is still fresh vitality in the green skin gourd, and the gourd seed sac inside is full of particles, which can indeed be used to cast spells.

The little beggar silently recited a mantra, secretly performed the left path technique, tied it to the green skin gourd, and then smashed it hard at the little tiger.

With a pop, just as the green skin gourd landed on the little tiger's head, this rather spiritual king of beasts took the initiative to take a step back, his eyes were extremely calm, and he watched the prey's attack fail.

Who knew that at this moment, the green skin gourd slammed on the ground, and the flesh of the seed sac inside had already turned into clear water, and once it burst open, the clear juice splashed around fell on the little tiger's body one after another.

The beast's sensitive nature to danger made the little tiger perceive the crisis in time, and when he was about to continue to retreat, the gourd juice that stuck to its body had already sprouted like moss, quickly obscuring its face, and sealing the eyes, ears, mouth, nose and seven orifices of the king of beasts.

The slender but extraordinarily tough root system continued to penetrate the little tiger's eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears, and the moss accumulated thicker and thicker, so heavy that the king of beasts had to bow his head.

The ubiquitous sting, the feeling of almost suffocation, finally forced the little tiger to start to save itself, it abandoned the mortals not far in front of it, jumped down the mountain road, with the instinct of the body, avoided the craggy strange rocks along the way, rushed to a sunken mountain wall, and took advantage of the last breath, exerted the strength of milk, and roared violently.

"Whew...... Woo", like a thunderous tiger roar, reverberated back and forth between the "echo wall", and the sound waves containing demonic energy were repeatedly superimposed, like a hurricane in transit easily overturning the thatched house, gradually peeling off the moss covering half of its body in front of its head.

The moss covering the eyes, nose, and mouth fell one after another, and after regaining its breathing, the little tiger couldn't help but be a little afraid, feeling that its ears were still blocked, and it didn't dare to scratch it with its tiger claws, and it really had a headache.

By the time the king of beasts returned to the mountain road, the little beggar had long since disappeared, and there were only fragments of the green gourd on the stone steps of the mountain road, which made the little tiger frightened, and he didn't even dare to approach again.

At the same time, Li Xuan, who was hurrying in time, had already left Linshan, and when he saw the popular Shaoxing City, he smelled the aroma of rice wine before he got closer, and couldn't help drooling greedily.

The little beggar sped up and ran away, only to feel that his throat was on fire, and he swallowed a large mouthful of saliva. Who knows, the empty belly was stimulated for the first time, and it was suddenly like a fire.

Li Xuan looked around and left the boundary of Linshan Mountain, but he couldn't go to the village or the store, and he didn't even have a black shop to rip off customers, so he couldn't help but be a little discouraged, pulled a piece of grass at random, chewed the delicate stem, and deceived his body.

The little beggar insisted on walking forward for another quarter of an hour, and finally saw the rammed post road, with carriages and caravans passing by from time to time, and people coming and going were very lively, and he couldn't help but rise a little hope.

Li Xuan walked on wooden crutches on it, perhaps because of the maintenance of the post road from time to time, the post road was quite well preserved, just look at this to know that the current dynasty rule has not been eroded, at least the road administration is quite intact.

On the way, when the pedestrians saw the miserable appearance of the little beggar, most of them didn't look at it, and directly quickened their pace and walked away, and the rest of the few people saw the disability of Li Xuan's right leg and the difficulty of walking with a cane, and felt compassion, but they didn't lend a hand.

People are warm and cold, the world is hot and cold, no wonder passers-by are in a hurry, the sour smell on the little beggar is really strong, I don't know how many days I haven't washed my body, I have changed into new clothes, naturally it is dirty, people dare not approach.

Li Xuan is not surprised, if it weren't for this body, born with a secret disease, no money in his life, begging for a living, with five disadvantages and three lack of aura, how could he make the left way out of the ground, every drink and peck are predetermined, how can passers-by know what is true.

When the little beggar passed by a tea pavilion, he smelled the ripe aroma of wine and rice, and his stomach was full of worms, and he had no strength and could no longer walk.

Li Xuan sighed lightly, and stood outside the tea pavilion by himself, leaning against the wall to rest, and then his body went limp, and he actually slipped to the ground, and really fell to the fart, and the dragon's vertebrae were faintly painful.

"Whew! Lin Shan's cerebellar axe contributed a laughing fruit, I didn't expect it to be my turn so soon. It's a shame of retribution!"

The little beggar sat on the ground, tilted his head and closed his eyes slightly, carefully smelling the aroma diffused from the tea pavilion, and felt even hungrier.

The gluttonous worm flared up again, and the emaciated stomach suddenly sounded like a drum of hunger, Li Xuan suddenly remembered his past experience, and couldn't help but secretly cast the left path technique, turning the formless and qualitative gluttonous worm out.

In a trance, the anxiety of hunger was far away, and the little beggar left his left hand and turned it over with his backhand, and he actually held a white and fat, spring-like worm, twisting and twisting, but he couldn't break free.

"Hehe! The method of three corpses and six insects is so useful, how unlucky I have to be to perform such a profound left path technique. That's it!"

Li Xuan held the gluttonous worm in both hands, put it to his mouth and whispered: "Gluttony, glutton, you go to the tea pavilion, pick up leftovers and eat more, and come back to make up for me." ”

After all, the gluttonous insect came out of this body, and the little beggar personally lit it with the technique of the left way, and naturally obeyed the order, and for some reason twisted the body, and grew a pair of crystal clear cicada-like wings, and flew away quietly in no one's place.

In the blink of an eye, the gluttonous worm turned into the tea pavilion through the crack in the door, slipped into the kitchen against the corner of the wall in a place that was out of sight, seized the opportunity to get into the rice steamer, and devoured the white rice in a big gulp.

Its body was no more than an inch long, its tail fingers thick, but its stomach seemed to be a bottomless pit, and no matter how much rice it swallowed, its small body did not rise at all.

On the other hand, the rice in the rice steamer is declining at a rate that is visible to the eye, and it is estimated that it will not take long to see the situation before it will be empty.

Who knew that at this moment, the statue of the stove king (one of the family gods, the god of the household, the god of the stove, the god of the earth, the god of the door, and the god of travel) enshrined on the stove suddenly opened his eyes, swept the rice steamer, and saw the white and fat gluttonous insects stealing food, so he whipped and punished him fiercely.

The gluttonous insect couldn't stand the blow of the stove king's divine power, and writhed in the steamer in pain. Although most of the rice had not been eaten, it could no longer bear the pain and quickly left through the gap.

I saw a white worm, flying straight into the wall panel of the tea pavilion, twisting its tail a few times, and actually drilling out, and in the blink of an eye, it escaped into the arms of the little beggar in the corner.

How could ordinary people's ears and eyes see the gluttonous insects made of invisible and qualitative hunger, naturally no one could find it, but the stove king of the tea pavilion had already firmly set his eyes on Li Xuan, and concluded that he was a treacherous and ruthless left-handed person, and secretly messed up the five flavors of the little beggar.

Li Xuan sighed in his heart, and the aroma of rice wine lingering on the tip of his nose turned into an unpleasant stench in an instant: "As soon as the gluttony came out, I offended the Lord of the Stove, and it seems that the enjoyment of fine wine and food has completely lost my chance." ”