"Boy Fu, tell me the truth. Are you gay? Otherwise, why are you reluctant to part with my beauty and keep holding me in your arms?"
This damn fat cat!
As soon as there was no one around, he started to be mean and talkative.
"I think your skin is itchy! Fly away! Pikachu Bear!"
Fu Yang flew up and kicked the fat guy on the butt. It immediately flew away like a cannonball and fell into the grass not far away...
"Boy Fu, I'm not done with you!"
Mr. Xiong’s angry voice was still echoing in mid-air.
Then……
boom!
Meow!
Ouch!
The screams of cats and humans sounded at the same time...
Fu Yang was startled: "Holy crap! Did it really hit someone? It's a fat cat with such a weight, it would be terrible to fly out and hit someone. If it were an ordinary person, it would probably hurt his muscles and bones."
He quickly ran over and took a look at the grass in front of him.
I saw a young Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe, and Mr. Xiong, a fat cat, fell in the grass respectively. They both covered their heads with both hands, crying and screaming in pain.
He is about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a delicate appearance, even a bit feminine. He wears a black and white Taoist robe and feather coat, black cloth shoes, and his long hair is tied into a Taoist bun and fixed with a hairpin. He carries a handful of hairpins on his back.
Magic sword.
It was obvious that he was a disciple of the Laoshan sect.
"It hurts! It hurts so much! What the hell is it? It almost smashed my head."
The young Taoist priest burst into tears and had a lot of tears and runny nose.
Uh...nonsense! Can it not hurt?
A fat cat weighing dozens of kilograms fell from the sky and hit his head. It's strange that it didn't hurt.
Fu Yang saw a big red bump on the foreheads of both the man and the cat - obviously the two guys' heads had a close contact with each other just now!
"It's over, it's over! Mr. Fu, you've gotten into a big trouble. A big disaster is imminent, you know? You actually threw me out and hit your head on such a hard rock. Ouch... you also picked up such a big bag. This thing
If I have a concussion, I, the only demon in history, will never be able to return to his peak. Can you afford to take the blame?"
The dead fat cat closed its eyes, held its head, rolled around in the grass and acted loudly. How could it look like a demon king?
Originally, the young Taoist priest was holding the big bump on his head, feeling a little aggrieved and bursting into tears - this could definitely be said to be an unforeseen disaster!
But when I saw Mr. Xiong, the "culprit", crying and shouting like this, I was stunned and forgot to shed tears.
Damn it, it was just a big bump on the head, it hurt, but it didn't sound like someone had stabbed it several times and screamed so miserably, right?!
Fu Yang and the little Taoist priest from Laoshan were stunned when they saw Mr. Xiong rolling around like a ball on the grass and crying out in pain.
After a long while, the little Taoist priest suddenly realized: "This, this, this... this is a talking cat monster? Oh my God! Is there really a monster in this world that can speak human words? But the sect's classics say that
, the monster is so powerful that it can only use its spiritual consciousness to transmit sounds. How come it..."
"Ah!? Who are you? When did you stand next to me?"
The little Taoist priest discovered Fu Yang, and as if waking up from a dream, he covered the big bag on his head and took a few steps back. He watched Fu Yang warily.
Well……
Fu Yang was speechless for a while.
"Isn't this a fool? His reaction is so slow and unresponsive. Is his reflex arc too long?"
He looked at the little Taoist priest with a smile on his face: "My little Taoist friend, don't be afraid. I am a disciple of the Maoshan sect, and I have a good friend in your Laoshan sect. I passed by this place during my travels recently, so I wanted to come and visit. He was mine just now.
The demon pet was disobedient and accidentally hit you when he was naughty. I apologize to you."
As he spoke, Fu Yang spread his hands, and a ball of cyan halo swirled on it.
The young Taoist priest felt this spiritual energy. His expression relaxed a little and nodded: "It is indeed the aura of a fellow member of the Maoshan Sect. The young Taoist Mingxuan has met this senior."
Fu Yang naturally smiled in return.
Now that I met a Laoshan Sect disciple by chance, it should be easier to enter the Laoshan Sect's gate, right?
At this time, a voice from the side interrupted the harmonious atmosphere between the two...
"Senior, what a fool! Little Taoist priest, I tell you, don't be deceived by him. It was him who kicked me away just now, and then he hit me... wuwuwu! Why don't you cover my mouth and fuck me?"
Mr. Xiong was furious.
Just now, Fu Yang covered its mouth hard to prevent this guy from speaking out. Otherwise, his image as a senior would collapse in front of this little Taoist priest from the Laoshan Sect...
In any case, after a conversation, Fu Yang became temporarily acquainted with this little Taoist priest from Laoshan named Mingxuan.
However, he was just an ordinary Laoshan sect disciple, and there was nothing gained from asking him for information about martial arts.
Mr. Xiong picked his nose and asked carelessly: "Little guy, you ran away from the sect to the tourist area outside, aren't you afraid of being discovered?"
"That's okay. Anyway, there are Taoist temples in the scenic area. They are all outer disciples of my Laoshan sect. This can be disclosed to the secular world. If I am seen, I will pretend to be an ordinary little Taoist priest without magic power. This
What's the matter? Fat cat demon, are you stupid?"
Mingxuan probably didn't understand how ferocious Lord Xiong was, yet he dared to complain about him!
Sure enough, Mr. Xiong, the damn fat cat, was angry.
After looking around for a few times, he grabbed a fist-sized stone and smashed it hard on Mingxuan's butt...
Ouch!
The little Taoist priest covered his buttocks with both hands, grinning in pain. He turned his head and stared at Master Xiong in disbelief: "You, you, you... you are also a cultivating creature who has opened up your spiritual wisdom. Why, how could you be so despicable? You actually hit him with a stone.
Mine, hit me..."
His delicate little face turned red from suppressing it, and he seemed unable to say the word.
Fu Yang could only helplessly pat Mingxuan on the shoulder: "Okay, okay, Xiao Ming. Just stop messing with my demon pet. Otherwise, you will definitely suffer. Even I don't know how to get along with it.
of."
"Hmph! It's just a demon pet, how dare you be so arrogant? Senior Fu, don't you know how to discipline pets? Or I...ah ah...I don't dare anymore. Brother cat demon, I was wrong."
Before he could finish his words, he saw Master Xiong making a move to hit him again. The little Taoist quickly covered his mouth with his hands and did not dare to speak any more.
It made Fu Yang laugh.
The two people and the cat walked slowly and leisurely, and soon reached the halfway point of Laoding Mountain.
In this place, there is a small Taoist temple that looks quite dilapidated. A lonely mountain gate, the red paint on the wall is mottled and weathered. The glazed tiles on the roof also have cracks. (End today)