Chapter 111 (1/2)
Jimoya nodded, ”you send someone to inform the royal family that this should be a bird shaped demon that can fly. The bird demon likes food such as insects, snakes and mice best. Let the royal family make an announcement immediately and let the Lingbao masters in these forms go out less recently.”
Mo Wu answered.
”Young master, some people have seen the ant colony in Wang Yushi's house. They all climbed from the magic house. There are often ant colonies in the magic house. The eldest lady of the magic house can control the ant colony, which is very suspicious. Her subordinates suggest to monitor this person day and night. I'm not sure she has any inevitable connection with the big demon.” The remaining ink is six.
”Jimo Ya hasn't spoken yet. Mo Si doesn't know when he came in again. He opened his mouth and said,” it's impossible! ”
Looking at the cloud light and wind clear eyes of his young master, Mo Si patted his chest and said, ”Why is it impossible, Mo Liu? You know what? If it's a big demon, his IQ is absolutely no problem. It's impossible to provoke our little Lord. What's the state of our little Lord now? True spirit Master, true spirit Master! Unless the big demon is impatient, he will never rob the little Lord's boots and throw them into the pit...”
Just when Jimo Ya's face turned negative, Mo Si's flattery came up again, ”Also, if the magic girl is really possessed by a big demon, can't our young Lord feel it? Our young Lord ate the chestnut rice spring mushroom chicken bone pot made by the magic girl today! The lonely men and women stayed in the tower for so long. The low-grade spiritual food will be 100 aura worth a bowl of chicken bone pot. Our young Lord even ate six bowls in a row...”
”Swelling!” Mo Si was photographed flying out of the Nianhua hall this time.
I don't know. I was flown out a few blocks away
Ink six eyes view the nose, the nose view the heart, and the heart is ink four points of wax.
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A quiet mountain forest, thatched bamboo houses, Qingxi shallow fence, idle clouds and wild cranes.
On the second floor of the bamboo house, an old man with white hair and a childlike face was working with his hands. A large number of aura circles surged like a tide, wrapping a weak young man not far from him for aura fumigation