Facial Paralysis God Raises a Cat

cat belly number seven

The magic insect tree is easy to come by

Qingyu Patriarch, whose heart and eyes are full of Tianjin Shenjun, naturally did not miss his ears, and asked in a more cheerful tone: "No, Lord Shenjun, don't you always have a lot of opinions on monsters, beasts and demons? Why? Are you still concerned about this today?"

Tianjin Shenjun picked up the wine glass in front of him quite uncomfortably, suffocated it, and said: "The Emperor of Heaven once had a mantra: All living beings have spirituality, demons have evil ways, evils have evil fates."

"I am in charge of the heavens, so I should respect the fate of all living beings, and I can't speak nonsense like I used to."

When Patriarch Qingyu heard this, his heart felt sour, and he was not happy.

Standing up, he picked up a jar of blue and white distiller's grains on the stone table, and said in a distant tone: "This is the Abandoned Emperor's Gate, and the last thing you want to see is something with "Emperor". Something to do."

Staring blankly at the figure of his little Qilin carrying the wine jar away, God Lord Tianjin couldn't figure out why he was suddenly angry.

Also, that jar of distiller's grains that failed in brewing... Why did the angry little Qilin take it away like a baby...

Could this be the ideological insurmountable gap between the fairy race and the demon race?

On this side, there is still a long way to go for the heart-to-heart connection between Tianjin Shenjun and Qingyu Patriarch, while on the other side, Mo Damao and Chunluo are tired and crooked, and have no grievances.

Uh, apart from the fact that Chun Zhuo is still silently struggling in his heart on how to "expose" his vest that has been lost, there is really no quarrel.

Cuihe Forest, although it is named with cranes, actually does not have any cranes, it is just an ordinary southern rainforest.

Chunzhuo took Mo Damao for three days for a walk in the Cuihe Forest. They saw a lot of bugs and ants, but they didn't see a single magic insect tree.

Until this day, Mo Damao took out a candied hawthorn in Chunluo's Qiankun bag and licked it, but just after he swallowed a hawthorn, he accidentally bumped into Chunluo who was walking in front, and the candied hawthorn fell to the ground.

Mo Damao silently stared at the candied haws on the ground with regret, while Chun Zhuo gently reached out and stroked the hair on the top of his head to comfort him.

Then when Chun Rivet was about to lead Mo Damao away again, Mo Damao stared at the ground and said with a smile: "Hey, this little ant is really picky eater, and he turned a blind eye to my candied haws."

Hearing this, Chun Mao also followed Mo Damao's line of sight.

Sure enough, a group of ants were not tempted by the sweets. They walked around the bunch of candied haws and crawled straight to the other direction of the jungle.

Looking at the direction in which the group of ants were crawling, Chun Mao smiled and said, "Xiaoyou, maybe we have already found the magic insect tree."

Chunluo and Mo Damao followed the group of ants, and after passing through a reed forest, they saw a plant with no branches and leaves, but only a thick root.

And the thick roots of this plant are densely covered with all kinds of insect eggs, and there are many different types, and even insects that should not live in the south are gathered here, but those that are not suitable for the southern climate They died quickly after laying eggs, so the roots of this tree were also covered with corpses of different kinds of bugs.

In the middle of the night, Chunluo and Mo Damao sat side by side in an open space not far from the magic insect tree in the depths of the jungle. One looked up at the starry sky and thought, and the other bowed his head and counted the ants in thought.

Although the magic insect tree has been found, Chunluo and Mo Damao are not in a hurry for a day or two.

The more things came to an end, the more worried the two became.

For Chunluo, he really doesn't care whether his kitten is a magic cultivator or a fairy cultivator.

In the eyes of Emperor Muyang, the Demon Race and the Immortal Race are just species with different hobbies and different living environments, without any favoritism.The only one he would favor was his kitten, but he never cared what race he was.

But Chun Ruo still has a little worry.

The sound of myriad calamities is the sound of myriad demons eroding bones.

And in Chunluo's memory, when his kitten was still a dumpling, he was most afraid of pain, and would howl for several days, not to mention the bone-eating pain.

Therefore, Chunluo, who was worried, asked Mo Damao with a serious expression: "Xiaoyou, think about it clearly, after triggering the sound of myriad calamities, you will suffer from the pain of myriad demons eroding your bones, although I can protect you from myriad calamities." The sound response to the robbery was successful, and the body of the Demon Lord was completely reborn, but the pain of the ten thousand demons eroding the bones cannot be avoided, are you sure you can bear it?"

"what?"

Staring at the night sky, Mo Damao, who was unexpectedly silent, was stunned for a moment when he heard Chunluo's question, and then replied indifferently: "When I was cut off by the old dog Tianjin, I felt what it means to be in extreme pain. .”

When Chun Mao heard this, his flat hand trembled slightly, but in the next moment, it was picked up by the cat's paw beside him.

Mo Damao held Chunluo's hand in his arms, and then comforted him: "Actually, I don't feel anything after the pain, and everything is fine."

As he said that, Mo Big Cat made a "sudden" sound, and a big milky white tail appeared from behind, and then he turned the tail over and touched the hand held in his arms with the tip of the tail, while facing the owner of the hand "Hey hey hey" smirk.

Although Mo Damao didn't say anything touching at this time, inexplicably, Chun Mao felt that his previous self-blaming emotions were completely calmed down.This unique way of comforting people belonged to his kitten, which really made him feel like his heart was about to be turned into a bud.

If the cat is like this, there is nothing else to ask for.

Chun Zhuo sighed in this way, and promised to his kitten who was smiling silly: "Xiaoyou, I promise, no one will dare to bully you again."

While silently using the hand held by Mo Da Mao in his arms, he played a childish game of you clicking me and I clicking you with the tip of the tail.

And Mo Damao glanced at the hand that was playing with his own tail, and sighed faintly in his heart: This guy's tail fetishism will never get better...

Letting that tail maniac Chun Rau play with his own tail, Mo Damao looked up at the starry sky again, with a melancholy expression on his face.

In fact, he has been worrying about something, okay...

However, he was not afraid that he would not be able to bear the torture of all demons eroding his bones, but he thought that after falling into a demon, he would have the body of a demon venerable, and he would squeeze that guy's soul away...

How can there be a feeling of reluctance?

Doesn't he want to be an independent individual?Why is it that things are coming to an end, and you still want to regret it?

Ow—

I am really a stupid cat who is always half-hearted and half-hearted!

Stupid beyond cure! !

Just when Chun Zhuo was having fun with Tail, and Mo Damao secretly spurned him, a sneaky figure fumbled towards this side on the other side of the reed forest.

After Chunluo and Mo Damao glanced at each other, they both disappeared.

At this time, there are still people going deep into the forest, definitely not ordinary people.

Sure enough, after the sneaky man approached, Chun Mao and Mo Damao discovered that the man was the man who led the way in Baiyun City's tunnel not long ago and had smeared on his face.

I saw this man dressed in a weird way walked to the vicinity of the magic insect tree and fiddled with it for a while, then disappeared.

After a while, Chunluo and Mo Damao appeared, and after careful inspection, they found a very secret hole.

"Go in?"

Chun Ruo felt that he was asking for the kitten's opinion superfluously.

Sure enough, Big Cat Mo took the lead, flicking its nine big tails behind him.

After the narrow passage, there is a hole in the sky.

This should be a cave left by a powerful demon cultivator.

There are not only all kinds of dark living creatures, but also many formations with the characteristics of the demons, and many holes leading to nowhere.It's just that these are not the focus of Chunluo and Mo Damao.

"Brother Rivet, can they distinguish each other clearly with their faces painted like this?"

In the huge cave hall, there are all mortals with smudges all over their faces. They kneel and sit in the center of the cave hall one by one, and a portrait is enshrined in the upper part of the cave hall.

A portrait of a man in a black robe with a vague face.

"Are they enshrining a certain Demon Emperor?"

As a demon cultivator, Mo Damao naturally knew that it was common for a demon cultivator to offer sacrifices to the Demon Emperor or Demon Venerable just like an immortal cultivator worshiping an immortal.It's just that he was not very familiar with the demon world, so he couldn't tell which demon emperor was enshrined in this portrait.

Chun Liao roughly recalled the feelings of his twelve demon emperors, and then confirmed that none of the demon emperors felt like the man in the portrait.

His expression is lazy, but just by looking at the portrait, he can feel the powerful force in him that cannot be ignored.

However, Chun Luo also knew that although the Demon Emperor in the Demon Realm did not change as often as the Demon Lord, it would not remain the same, so Chun Luo was not sure whether this was the new Demon Emperor.

Chun Liao, who was concealed, took two steps closer to the portrait.

He was very curious, why he couldn't see the face of the man in the portrait clearly, but could detect the lazy expression on his face.

Even if the generous Mo Damao found something strange in the portrait, he would not think about it, but was very curious about those white-faced men kneeling quietly.

Pretending to be quiet and mysterious, he asked his brother Rivet: "Brother Rivet, do you think they are a cult?"

After finishing speaking, he was afraid that his elder brother would not understand, so he explained excitedly: "It's that kind of evil church organized by mortals!"

"The evil religion, will it?"

"Yes, some of them steal women and children and abuse them, and some even eat human flesh and drink human blood. It's really terrifying!"

Contrary to the "terrible" expression, Mo Damao's expression was filled with unconcealable excitement and excitement.

Facing Mo Damao who was so wrong-spoken, Chun Ruo could only twitch his brows, noncommittal.

At this moment, a man who was also covered in white powder but with a black mark on his forehead walked in from an unknown entrance.

Hundreds of people in the entire cave hall stood up and saluted.

But even so, the entire cave hall was silent, eerily quiet.

Chunluo and Mo Damao, who were standing in the corner, frowned one after another.

"Brother Rivet, this person's aura is a bit strange..."

"Well, half of them are alive, and most of them are dead."