In this way, Yan Zhengya in the evening, tracking the weasel demon, came to xiaozhoushan. At this time, xiaozhoushan gradually shrouded in the dark, in the circling mountain road, Yan Zhengya squatted on the ground to see what.


    Can''t be wrong, this evil spirit, also mixed with light wine spirit.


    How much wine did the weasel steal from the man? Even if you steal people''s wine, how can you still be so incompetent and fart to them? It''s strange that people don''t keep their grudges in mind? Solemn and elegant heart Tucao, carefully identify the direction of the evil spirit, and then continue to make complaints about Xiao Zhou Shan.


    With the deepening of Zhengya, another strange smell in the deep mountains attracted his attention. This kind of smell is different from the evil spirit, but it is more pure than the evil spirit. The color of the evil spirit is light red, and this smell is black.


    Intuition told him that there was a dangerous breath, Yan Zhengya immediately played twelve spirit, spit out the Dogtail grass in his mouth, and squeezed two runes in his hand from his chest.


    In front of the deep grass moved, a yellow and white things ran out, quickly disappeared.


    It''s the weasel! Zhengya is pleased and follows quickly.


    In his hand, a symbol of fire flies forward. With a bang, it ignites the deep grass in front of him. Yan Zhengya jumps forward. The peach sword behind him urges him out of his sheath. With Yan Zhengya''s control, he flies straight to the weasel demon.


    Seeing that weasel demon has a wooden sword in front of him and a fire symbol behind him, he is in a dilemma. The weasel demon is lying on the ground with his front foot, making a strange cry in his mouth, and his stomach expands rapidly. With a huge sound, there is yellow smoke around him, and the smell is bad.


    "Lying trough!" Yan Zhengya quickly shut up his breath and fart when he doesn''t agree with you. Do you have any quality!


    Yan Zhengya''s sword finger is made of peach wood sword. He chases the fleeing weasel demon again. He has been killing the demon for many years. He has seen too much about this kind of eye blocking illusion. Peach wood sword follows the evil spirit and flies all the way to the mountains.


    After about a long time, the weasel demon seemed to be exhausted. Looking back at the distance of the peach sword, he ran wildly. Accidentally, he ran into the sharp stone in front of him and screamed. He was unconscious. Oh, no, he didn''t save the demon.


    Yan Zhengya came after him. He opened the bag of heaven and earth and put the weasel in it. He nodded with satisfaction. Well, I have ten Liang silver. No, but also in front of the client, let the weasel demon give up and smell for itself. Well, this is a little difficult. But it''s not impossible. Forget it. Don''t think about it. I''ll think about it then.


    It was getting late. He took out the compass, fixed the position of the pass, and went out all the way slowly.


    Just walking to the place more than a mile away from the pass, the peach sword trembled twice behind, and the faint evil spirit immediately attracted the attention of Yan Zhengya.


    A demon? Yan Zhengya picks her eyebrows slightly, follows the evil spirit, turns around and gropes for the valley.


    As the evil spirit grew stronger and stronger, Yan Zhengya trembled in his heart and held the peach sword in his hand. In front of him was a deep grass where something was rustling.


    He used the tip of his sword to pick out the deep grass in front of him. A small lump of black grass didn''t know where it was.


    Yan Zhengya tentatively poked with his sword, and the black thing suddenly trembled, revealing a pink nose.


    Both sides were startled. Zhengya shrank back, and the little pink nose jumped up in place.


    This jump, Yan Zhengya see clearly, this is a Pig?


    Yes, a black pig, pink nose, black eyes are looking at himself with fright. Round rolling body, small four pig feet, curly tail.


    It turned out that it was just an ordinary black pig. Yan Zhengya put down his heart, breathed a deep breath and patted his heart.


    The little black pig did not dare to move. He was not far away and looked at Zhengya.


    (Tianmiao has come to this world, but I will release it tomorrow. This time''s predestined person, ah no, this time''s predestined pig is our little black pig.)


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