Chapter 143 burned

Mo Qing originally thought that this was a crazy demon beast that came to plague the township, but he didn't expect that there would be such a story in it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After listening to the young man tell him about the white cat, the glimmer of pleasure in Mo Qing's heart to get a powerful magic weapon disappeared.

Not only disappeared, but also an indescribable sorrow rose in my heart.

The white cat spirit was still hanging on the big willow tree, and the blood on its body seemed to be about to drain, and it would only drip down after a while.

It slammed into the pool of blood below, which had already coagulated somewhat, making a dull sound.

After a moment of silence, the young man looked at the cat spirit hanging from the tree and said:

"Actually, Daoist friends don't have to feel uncomfortable, although its previous experience was a bit miserable, but this does not become a reason for its indiscriminate killing.

If you want revenge, it's good to just kill the people of the Wu family.

And what about it? It's completely insane.

If it weren't for the timely arrival of Daoist friends tonight, I'm afraid there wouldn't be any living people in this town. ”

Mo Qing let out a breath.

It is indeed as the young man said, with the ferocity shown by the white cat spirit tonight, such a thing will definitely happen.

I just heard about it in the past, I will have such feelings, and if it happens again, I will definitely shoot again.

It's just that this white cat spirit is a first-order demon beast? Mo Qing suddenly thought of this question again.

Killed another rank demon beast himself, and he didn't suffer any injuries?

When was a first-order demon beast so easy to kill?

After a while, Mo Qing was relieved, and the first-order demon beasts were naturally strong and weak.

This white cat is a relatively weak kind, and compared to the deep-water frog crocodile he killed before, it is not as strong as that.

"Fellow Daoist, you look at the hair for a while and sigh, I'll deal with these damn things on my body, this sticking to my body is almost uncomfortable to death. ”

The young man suddenly said to Mo Qing.

It's not that he has to report everything to Mo Qing, but he is afraid that the next action will cause Mo Qing's misunderstanding, which will cause unnecessary trouble.

Mo Qing looked at him, only to see that the blood on his body was about to coagulate.

And because of the previous wiping, except for the two eye circles and a mouth full of white teeth, the rest of the face was covered with some blackened blood.

It looks as weird as it gets.

It's really time to wash.

"Fellow Daoist, what I'm going to do next is to pray for a rain mantra, don't get me wrong. ”

After the young man said this to Mo Qing, he began to whisper the words.

As his gestures continued to change, Mo Qing was surprised to find that some black clouds were quickly gathering above the young man's head.

As the young man's incantation sounded, the clouds three feet above him continued to gather, and soon there was a range the size of a zhang.

"Hurry!"

As the young man's last abruptly raised word for 'disease', the heavy cloud shook for a moment, and then raindrops the size of beans fell from above.

Seeing that it was really raining, Mo Qing quietly relaxed his vigilance.

The heart of defense is indispensable!

Especially after experiencing a few iron door guys using Nether Flowers to set up a game, Mo Qing was full of vigilance in his heart towards immortal cultivators.

The raindrops came very quickly, like beads of broken threads, and poured over the young people's bodies.

This spell was indeed a bit magical, and the rain just shrouded the young man, and there was not a single drop of rain falling in the rest of the place.

At this time, the scene is a little peculiar, looking at the deep sky without a trace of clouds, a few bright stars against the high half-curved moon, everything seems so quiet.

But under such moonlight, not far from the ground, there was a dark cloud gathering, and it was raining loudly, and the most strange thing was that there was a man bathing in the rainwater below.

It can be seen that the young man has indeed endured these cat blood for a long time, and at this time he is raining, washing happily, looking at his appearance, it seems that he still wants to sing a song.

Mo Qing had no interest in watching a man take a bath, so he jumped up the big willow tree in three steps and came to the white cat's side.

The white cat looked miserable, and the hair on its body was almost stained with blood, and there were few places where it was original.

Half of his head was missing, hanging down on the willow branches, and his body was covered with wounds.

Mo Qing suddenly noticed that one of its exposed hind legs was much thinner than the other, could this be the disability on its body?

But I haven't seen how it affects the action before.

Mo Qing looked at the white cat's hind legs and thought in his heart.

Then he chuckled again, thinking to himself what he was doing with this.

As a first-order demon beast, the white cat spirit has a lot of good treasures on its body, especially the silver hook sticking out of its claws, as well as a few sharp teeth.

If you use it to refine weapons, it shouldn't be bad to get magic weapons, even if you don't use them yourself, you will get a lot of spirit stones if you sell them.

However, Mo Qing didn't have the slightest intention of using them.

I can't say why, I just don't want to exchange the parts on this white cat spirit for money, or do something else.

It was irrational to do this, but Mo Qing was not prepared to change it.

Reaching out and grabbing the white cat's hind legs, he lifted it up from the branch with a little force with one hand.

The body of the white cat is not too heavy, I don't know if it is because of excessive blood loss, but there is a feeling of lightness in the hand.

Holding the fluttering body of a white cat in his hand, Mo Qing was about to come down from the tree, but found that a branch not far away was covered with dense scratches.

The scratches are dense and look a little older.

These are not strange, but it is strange that Mo Qing found that there seemed to be something in the bark there.

After piercing the bark with the short spear in his hand, Mo Qing found that the thing turned out to be a broken claw hook.

Kind of familiar.

Mo Qing looked at the broken piece of the spear.

This can't be the silver hook inside the white cat's claws, right?

Mo Qing looked down at the sharp silver hook that emerged from the white cat's claws in his hand, and then at the broken thing on the spear, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the two were very similar.

Although the spear is nowhere near as large as that on the white cat's paws, and not as shiny as it, it can be seen that the two are of the same origin.

Shaking off the severed claw on the spear, Mo Qing suddenly turned around and crouched down in the scratched spot.

Looking in his direction, the courtyard of the Wu family, which had fallen into silence, was unobstructed.

Mo Qing's mind suddenly appeared such a picture-

On a night when the silver moon was high, the Wu family's compound was brightly lit, and bursts of laughter and laughter came from time to time.

The sound of children playing, the loving reproaches of the elders came clearly from within. From time to time, you can still see cheerful figures passing through it.

A white cat with bloodshot eyes squatted on this branch, quietly watching everything in the yard.

Sometimes, its hair stood on end, and it tried to rush in and destroy all these cheerful scenes, but it held back.

It knew that it was not strong enough to make it perfect.

But the torment of hatred made it extremely uncomfortable, and in order to vent the anger in its heart, and to resist the thought of rushing in and killing, ten sharp silver hooks poked out of its front paws and scratched fiercely at the branches in front of it.

Due to the exertion, a silver hook broke in the bark of the tree.

But as if he didn't feel pain, the white cat still scratched desperately on the branches in front of him with his bloody paws......

Thinking of this, Mo Qing couldn't help but shudder, it seems that this white cat spirit is really not a good class.

Get up from the branches and ignore these things.

Mo Qing carried the soft white cat and scurried down from the willow tree.

The young man who was taking a bath over there also came to an end, and when he saw Mo Qing carrying the white cat down from the tree, his eyes couldn't help but show a hint of envy.

But this look appeared for a moment, and disappeared immediately.

He knew that it was Mo Qing's trophy, and killing the white cat spirit had nothing to do with him.

It should be his own, if it's not his own, then he can't ask for it, and he can still hold on to these.

When he rinsed his hair again with rainwater, and when he saw that the water was so clear that there was no more blood in it, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, and finally washed the damned things away.

He uttered a few unknown incantations, then pointed his hand at the clouds overhead, and in an instant the rain cleared.

Wiping his wet hair and face with his hands, the young man took out a ball of cloth from his bosom and wiped it vigorously.

Then he took out a dry suit and put it on his body, and while running his hair that was not completely dry, he said to Mo Qing: "First-order demon beasts, there are a lot of good things on them, and Daoist friends have made a fortune this time." ”

Mo Qing glanced at the young man, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, thinking that this guy actually had a face like a round cake.

The face was so round that if you put a compass on the bridge of his nose and turn it around, the figure would look like this.

In particular, there are some sesame-like spots on this round cake.

Mo Qing was stunned for a moment, a little smiling in his heart, he didn't have any malice, he just felt that it was indeed a bit too funny to look like this.

"What can I make a fortune from? I don't have any plans to ask for these things, just burn them. ”

Mo Qing said to the young man who was wiping his hair.

"Burn it? This can be burned? Daoyou, are you too willing?"

After hearing Mo Qing's answer, the round-faced young man couldn't help but raise his voice a few points.

He was indeed shocked by Mo Qing's method of processing.

This is a first-order spirit beast, and the value of the things on its body is very great, but I didn't expect this person who looked smaller than himself to say that he was going to burn it.

And the tone is still very flat, as if he is talking about a very ordinary thing.

After a while, he nodded thoughtfully and spoke

"It's okay to burn it, and it's really unreasonable to get the things on it and sell it for money. ”