Dongfang Huan looked at it, and it turned out to be a high-grade blue-headed cricket!

The cricket was motionless, apparently dead, and the only wound was a cut on its back.

Apparently, the cricket was bitten to death.

From just now to now, it was only three breaths, and the flying ants went out and came back, bringing such a thing, and the speed was so fast that Dongfang Huan himself was a little smacked.

I saw the flying ant fly to the bed board with this dead cricket, arch it with its head, push it to him with a pair of feet in front of it, and then take two steps back, lying on the bed board motionless.

Dongfang Huan grinned at the corner of his mouth, although he understood that this was the filial piety of flying ants, but ...... He doesn't eat bugs.

Flicked it with his fingers, and put the dead cricket in front of the flying ant, the flying ant found Dongfang Huan's move, raised his head to look at Dongfang Huan, the two tentacles in front of his head shook in the direction of Dongfang Huan, as if he was observing something, its black compound eyes showed a blank look, and he tilted his head and stared at Dongfang Huan.

Dongfang Huan sighed in his heart, filial piety is commendable, but his wisdom is insufficient, so he simply doesn't care about it anymore.

Regardless of it, it didn't take long for the flying ant to gnaw on the dead cricket's body, three mouthfuls and two mouthfuls, without three breaths, and even ate the cricket without even dregs!

As soon as he finished eating, a mosquito buzzed past Dongfang Huan's eyes.

That look, that posture, very arrogant, the mosquito has not flown twice, a black shadow flashed, and when I looked at it again, the flying ants had eaten the mosquito clean.

Dongfang Huan sighed, he just tried the effect of the "Good Jar" casually, but he didn't expect this "creation" of flying ants to be so heartfelt. As one of the former high-ranking immortals in the Heavenly Court, he has never had much interest in such a small thing, he just wants to use it to do experiments for himself, and if he succeeds, he will give it a creation, and he doesn't want to keep it by his side.

It's useless to keep such a small thing around.

Looking at the current appearance of this little flying ant, he regards himself as a parent, or a master, to serve the left and right with devotion and heart, or fortunately, he just lacks a boy to take care of his daily life.

The children in the eyes of the gods are generally assistants and extremely close subordinates.

Dongfang Huan saw that the small arms and legs of this flying ant were still not big enough, so he calculated his wish.

Yo, yes, during this period of time, in addition to being used by him as a cultivation reward for Tanuki and Su Xingxiong, there are still fifty-six Dao left.

"You're lucky. ”

Dongfang Huan urged Fu Zhao, the three paths, the nine paths, and the twenty-seven ways of wishing power to be converted into the nectar of creation in the "pot of goodness".

Su Xingxiong and the tanuki watched from the sidelines, their eyes widening.

A person and a cat are not stupid, and they can see that this nectar is made with the power of willingness, which has great power and has several benefits.

Su Xingxiong is okay, but he is extremely distressed by these wishes, as for the tanuki, the undisciplined thing, he has already coveted this nectar with magical effects, turned into the appearance of an ordinary kitten, and ran to Dongfang Huan's feet to be coquettish and cute, as for Su Xingxiong, who has trained it to be a good partner and a good mount for a long time, he was completely abandoned.

"Go, dead cat, this nectar is only useful for living creatures, and has no effect on the soul. Dongfang Huan was angry and laughed, and kicked the tanuki holding his thighs away.

"Meow~~~" The tanuki didn't speak anymore, screamed aggrievedly, got up and squatted beside Dongfang Huan again.

The twenty-seven wish powers, converted into the nectar of creation, are only nine drops.

This second drop went down, and the flying ant happily swallowed it, and its body became a few points larger. After the third drop, the body has become the size of a ball. The fourth drop, the body is already the size of a palm, this shape is like an ant, the flying ant with wings on its back has changed from blue-black to pure black, and the layer of insects outside the body has become hard and delicate, and a lot of fine spikes have been born in key parts.

As for its biggest weapon, the fangs, it seems to have become smaller by comparison.

But if you look closely, the smaller is indeed smaller, but the small broken teeth sticking out of the inside of the fangs are more delicate, and the small teeth in the mouth have also become extremely sharp, and they look very fierce.

By the ninth drop, the flying ants, which were originally the size of sesame seeds, had become about the size of kittens and puppies that had not been born long ago.

It's just that after growing to a foot long, this flying ant no longer grows to the long, but to the horizontal, becomes burly, becomes powerful, becomes extremely fierce, the aura in its eyes becomes more and more abundant, and the tentacles on its head shake more and more ordinary, making people feel that this thing can understand human language and think for itself.

"I'll call you Xiao Hei in the future, do you understand?" Dongfang Huan touched the head of the flying ant.

His eyes revealed surprise, and he opened his magic eyes just now to take a look at Xiao Hei, and found that there was a green flame on Xiao Hei's head. People have three fires of happiness and longevity, but animals do not, only those beasts that have been on the age and opened their wisdom will have a green flame on their heads.

This flame, known as the "demon fire", is a symbol of the demon.

Since most demons are able to become demons only because they have lived for a long time and have opened their spiritual wisdom, they cannot be lucky enough to be enlightened, cultivated, and become stronger and longer-lived existences, so their results are all towards death. However, because they have turned on their spiritual wisdom, they have somewhat cultivated, so even if they die, they are only physical deaths, and their souls still exist, which is the evil spirit, the spirit of the mountain.

Having said that, the more vigorous the demon fire on the head, the longer the lifespan.

The demon fire on the little black head of the flying ant is much more vigorous than that of ordinary monsters.

Touched by the owner Dongfang Huan, the flying ant Xiao Hei lay on the bed obediently, motionless, a pair of wings that were as flexible as a soft knife, silently restrained.

In this way, the flying ant Xiao Hei became a member of Dongfang Huan, the god of the stove.

100 days-

"Blackie, go get me some spring water. Dongfang Huan pointed to the clay pot in the house.

Xiao Hei flew to the clay pot, hugged it, and flew out of the thatched house with a kung fu, and flew to the deep mountains behind the general hill.

"Blackie, go pick some wild fruits for me. By chance, Dongfang Huan suddenly found that Xiao Hei seemed to be very familiar with the mountains.

Xiao Hei grabbed the bamboo basket in Dongfang Huan's house with three pairs of lower limbs, and after half a day's effort, Xiao Hei grabbed the basket and flew back to the house, and there were all kinds of fruits in the basket, all of which were pure natural and wild......

"Blackie, go get me some sandalwood. "There are many villagers who come to ask for the statue, and Dongfang Huan's house does not have enough wood.

Xiao Hei flew out, and it didn't take long for the villagers of Dingjun Village to see a large fresh wooden stake floating vertically, floating and sinking in front of the thatched house at the entrance of the village like a fish floating in mid-air.

"Telekinesis!"

"Immortals!"

Suddenly, those villagers who were still hesitating were stunned by this scene in broad daylight, and after a while, they came to Dongfang Huan's door one after another, shouting to invite the statue, Dongfang Huan didn't think that the unintentional move actually caused such an effect, and he happily carved the statue for each family at that time.

"Good boy, reward you. ”

After the summoning, Dongfang Huan urged Fu Zhao to condense a drop of nectar of creation to Xiao Hei.

Xiao Hei climbed from Dongfang Huan's lap to Dongfang Huan's shoulder, rubbing affectionately, a strong affection of gratitude, like the filial piety of children to their parents, and the heartfelt feelings of subordinates to their masters, through the shining Fu Zhao, passed to Dongfang Huan's heart, which made Dongfang Huan happily shout "good boy".

As for the tanuki...... Ahem, only a cat is lonely at the door and jealous.

Because of Xiao Hei's move, now in the entire Dingjun Village, even the village chief Liu Dezheng believes in the god of the stove, and Dongfang Huan's incense every day is in hundreds of ways.

Although among these villagers, there are still only a few "dead letters", and most of the rest are ordinary believers in the white line of willingness, but this is enough, Dongfang Huan, the god of the stove, has basically completed his wish to unify Dingjun Village, and the next step is to march into the ancestral hall of Dingjun Village!

However, an incident happened that night that caught all the villagers off guard.

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