After becoming a demon hunter, he found out that Lao Gong was the demon emperor

Song Zheng grew up listening to the stories of catching monsters. When he was a child, the elders in the clan told him that his father, Song Kaiming, was a famous high-level monster catching master in the world of catching monsters more than ten years ago, but later he died due to some accidents, leaving him alone. Song Zheng, who is only five years old.

He has no memory of his parents since he was a child, and it was his master who brought him up.

His ability to catch monsters was also taught to him by his master.

The mahogany sword doesn't look sharp, not as good as a butcher's knife, but it is Song Zheng's most powerful weapon.

The gust of wind came from all directions along with the fragrance.

Song Zheng's eyes froze, and he flew into the air with a few talismans between his fingers, and the crackling sound exploded like firecrackers.

A white figure landed on the street lamp outside the small courtyard.

In the dark night, the white fox's emerald green eyes flickered like wisps of will-o'-the-wisp.

There was a seal on the door of the small courtyard, and it couldn't get in.

The white fox raised his head and neighed.

"Give me back my son."

Song Zheng was taken aback: "Your son?" The little brat was male just now.

Even a male fox can't harm people.

"Do you dare to catch it or admit it? You monster hunters are too rampant." The white fox stared at Song Zheng with resentment in his green eyes.

The corners of Song Zheng's mouth that were originally curved suddenly flattened: "You said that I am a demon catcher. As a demon, you shouldn't be a little discerning. If I walk a few steps late, my classmate will be killed by your son." You have dug your heart out, should you catch it, don't you have any idea?"

The white fox sneered, extremely angry.

"All lecherous men deserve to die."

The voice was bitter and unwilling.

Song Zheng rubbed his nose and muttered, "Actually, I'm quite lecherous too, so maybe I'm going to die too?"

After finishing speaking, he raised his head and looked at the white fox: "Since it doesn't make sense, let's start the fight. After finishing work, go back to the house and sleep. Hurry up."

As he spoke, the mahogany sword soared up, turning into countless sword blades and flying towards the white fox.

This white fox is not the little fox, the number of steps is quite high, and the blade of the flying sword is gliding quite fast, but after a few jumps, it has already dodged hundreds of meters away.

Song Zheng flew the sword out, stepped on the blade and flew out of the small courtyard, landing on the grass outside the courtyard.

Although the white fox is old, he has not practiced enough and has not yet been able to transform into form, but the body that fell on the ground began to grow bigger, and finally became as tall as a human.

The green eyes are like two glowing green balls, panicking.

Song Zheng held the sword across his chest, and slid both fingers across the wooden sword. His eyes lit up casually, and he pinched a few knuckles in his hand. Suddenly, a strong wind started to blow around him.

The white fox saw that he was not to be trifled with, and opened his mouth to spit out a burst of black smoke. His white tail stretched all of a sudden, like a rattan whip.

Song Zheng stood still, and the peach-wood sword with no edge seemed to come alive, with a brilliance all over his body. When the tail touched it, it made a stabbing sound, and a burning smell came through.

The white fox was burnt with a layer of fur, scorched black.

The mist that the fox exhaled had a slightly sweet smell, but it was highly poisonous.

Song Zheng raised his sword and planned to take it away in one go. This fox has a vicious aura in his body, and he must have had human life on his hands, so he can't be merciful.

At this time, the courtyard door of the farmhouse not far away was pushed open, Duan Zhishu raised his head in a daze, looked at the fox not far away who was taller than a person and smiled: "Sure enough, I drank too much today. , I haven't sobered up until now."

The door was opened from the inside, and the talisman attached to the small door was also broken. Seeing this situation, the white fox flashed his figure and wanted to take the opportunity to sneak in.

"I want to leave, I asked your grandpa if I did."

Just as Bai Ying was flying, Song Zhengfei kicked the white fox out.

This leg is extremely heavy, and it also carries the spiritual power of his practice.

The white fox fell to the ground and couldn't get up again.

Song Zheng walked over and put the white fox in the sack that the little fox had taken in before: "If you have a bad mind, even if you cultivate into a human form, you will still be a big villain."

Duan Zhishu felt that he must be drunk, otherwise how could he see such a fantasy scene.

Especially when Song Zheng kicked his body just now, it seemed as if he was flying.

Song Zheng walked up to him and waved his hands: "If you don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing out?"

Probably because he hit people... No, the method of beating the fox was too shocking, Duan Zhishu stammered: "Put... put the water, I drank too much at night."

Song Zheng: "Isn't there a toilet in your room?"

Duan Zhishu: "I don't like to use the toilet, what a motherfucker."

Song Zheng was silent for a few seconds, and then said quietly: "Don't go out casually in the evening, maybe you saw some ghosts and ghosts?"

Duan Zhishu felt a chill down his spine, all the urge to urinate just now disappeared, and followed Song Zheng into the door timidly.

"The white one just now...what the hell?"

Song Zheng's room was right next to Duan Zhishu, and he whispered as he walked, "You vixen!"

Duan Zhishu felt that he had lost all drowsiness, and walked to the side of the room tremblingly, hesitating for a while: "Well... can I sleep with you?"

In the middle of the night, it was dark and sloppy. The most important thing was that he felt that the yard was very weird. If there was something wrong, there might be ghosts.

Song Zheng stopped in his tracks, and suddenly reached out and tapped Duan Zhishu's forehead with two fingers: "Hurry up and go back to sleep, anyone who plays will have nothing to do."

Duan Zhishu only felt a warm feeling on his forehead, he was in a trance for a moment, opened the door and walked in.

Song Zheng conveniently pasted a heart-clearing talisman on the door: "Sleep well, buddy."

After finishing all this, I went back to my room and took a shower, wrapped in a quilt and fell into a dream.

Outside the small courtyard of the farmhouse, a man in a suit suddenly appeared, his eyes glanced around, and he glanced at the broken talisman on the door, his eyes flickered slightly.

He took out his cell phone and called his assistant.

Tan Gaojie stretched out his hand in a daze, and grabbed the mobile phone on the bedside. Before he could swear, he was driven away by the cold magic voice from the opposite side.

"Help me investigate something, I want a list."

Tan Gaojie sat on the edge of the bed, even though the boss couldn't see him, he still straightened his back.

"Okay, boss."

He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he hung up the phone.

He bent down, pulled up the quilt and covered his head.

This boss is good at everything, but the aura is too strong, even if he can't see anyone, he doesn't dare to slack off.

After thinking about it, he suddenly stuck his head out again and looked at his phone.

Two in the morning.

As a boss who is not short of money, isn't he too dedicated to his job in the middle of the night?

The dedicated boss stayed at the door for a long time, but finally found nothing and left there.

Song Zheng, who slept until dawn, opened his eyes in a daze. The knock on the door was still ringing persistently. It felt like I would knock the door open if you didn't open it.

Song Zheng has a good temper, but he has the urge to get up, especially when he doesn't have enough sleep.

He looked at his phone, it was only 06:30, and it was still early for the appointment to go back.

He passed the mute sign on the side and was just about to close the door when he heard Xu Yuanyuan shouting outside: "Song Zheng, are you awake? Chen Jiaming is unconscious and still has a high fever. Everyone else drank too much last night." No booze, no driving, he doesn't look well."

Song Zheng blinked his eyes, silently recited a few incantations for refreshing himself, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

"What's going on?" As soon as the door was opened, Xu Yuanyuan stood anxiously at the door.

"The classmate who slept with Chen Jiaming heard him talking nonsense, and found out that he had a high fever when he got out of bed, but he couldn't wake up no matter what."

Song Zheng nodded with a sullen face. He didn't even change his pajamas, and walked to the next room in his slippers.

Chen Jiaming slept very restlessly, his face was flushed, and he even yelled nasty words like 'little beauty' in his mouth.

Song Zheng patted his face and muttered, "I don't think he has a fever, but a tantrum."

He was inhaled by the evil spirit of the little fox, but the amount he inhaled was small, it was just a high fever, and he would be fine with a few bottles of water.

Xu Yuanyuan didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

Song Zheng straightened up: "It's nothing, he probably caught a cold outside yesterday, I'll take a taxi to take him to the hospital later."

"Song Zheng, you can drive my car. It's a remote place and it's not easy to take a taxi."

Most of the students in the dormitory were woken up by the movement, and gathered around one after another.

The one who spoke was Jiao Tu, who was richer in his class, he was righteous and enthusiastic, and he didn't have the arrogance of those aristocratic children at all.

This time, he drove here alone.

Song Zheng didn't refuse either, he just went back to the room and changed his clothes, took his backpack with him, and closed the door.

When going out, Duan Zhishu, who just woke up next door, opened the door and came out. He was still a little dazed when he saw Song Zheng.

Strange, did I forget something.

Song Zheng paused: "Morning!"

Duan Zhishu said in a daze, "Morning!"

Why does it feel like Song Zheng is in a bad mood, but that person has already gone away, and he looked at the noisy crowd and followed him.

Because it was Jiao Tu's car, he also sat in the back seat and looked at Chen Jiaming, and Xu Yuanyuan got into the co-pilot first.

"I'll go with you, you gentlemen are not as careful as girls."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and hooked the hair next to his ear to hide his slightly flustered eyes.

Song Zheng nodded dispensably.

Song Zheng also likes to talk and laugh on weekdays, but today he didn't say a word, and the car was inexplicably quiet.

Xu Yuanyuan looked at Song Zheng's familiar steering wheel and chatted, "Song Zheng, you should be an old driver by the looks of you."

Jiao Tu, who was sitting in the back seat, suddenly laughed and said, "I said Comrade Yuanyuan, the word old driver cannot be used indiscriminately."

Xu Yuanyuan was taken aback for a moment, then obviously thought of something, she blushed and scolded coquettishly: "Go, why are you boys so virtuous?"

Jiao Tu replied: "You have misunderstood this, we Song Xueba are gentlemen, different from us, don't beat a group of people to death with a single stick."

Xu Yuanyuan looked at the elegant man driving, blushed slightly and lowered her head.

The gentleman Song Zheng looked at the congested road ahead, frowned, and suddenly stepped on the accelerator, turned the steering wheel rapidly, and passed through the gaps between several cars blocked in front with unimaginable driving skills. Drive to the front.

Comrade Jiao Tu, who was not wearing a seat belt in the back seat, removed his big face stuck to the window, sat up straight, and touched his bumped chin.

Can he take back that sentence just now, which gentleman drives like this?

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