Village live broadcast Little Shennong

Chapter 157
"Patriarch, why do you want to give away what you got? Even if the old guy surnamed Xiao wants to match the price, we will stick with you to the end."

Song Duan leaned back in the car seat, closed his eyes and rested his mind, when he heard voices of doubt and dissatisfaction around him.

He opened his eyes and saw the two companions sitting beside him.

"I know you are a little bit dissatisfied with that young man, but don't you think he is very unusual?" Song Duan had seen Song Yi's dissatisfaction with Lin Xiaoyu just now, because Song Yi thought Lin Xiaoyu was young and energetic!
Sitting in the back seat is Song Ming. The three of them are now the three giants of Xuanmen. He is the head of the family, and Song Yi and Song Ming are his right-hand men!

Song Yi: "It doesn't matter how capable that young man is, if he is young and frivolous, he will suffer a lot sooner or later!"

Song Ming: "I have the same thoughts as the head of the family. That young man is not simple. Think about it. Now that the Taoist sect is dying, the young people in the sect are all advocating the trend of the times. How many of them are willing to learn from us old guys? A strange technique?"

Song Yi: "Why is there no more? I think Tianqi is good, he is outstanding among the younger generation!"

"Tianqi is good, but besides him? Do you think there are other people in the Taoist sect?" Song Duan unceremoniously poured a basin of cold water on Song Yi.

Song Yi was immediately speechless.

"Nowadays, there are internal and external troubles in Xuanmen, we must find fresh blood to strengthen our Xuanmen."

"So, do you think that kid has the hope to help our Taoist sect?" Song Yi opened his eyes wide and pointed out of the car window, as if pointing at Lin Xiaoyu who didn't know where he was at the moment.

Song Duan nodded with a serious expression: "Yes, that's what I thought."

These words almost made Song Yi explode. From the first moment he saw Lin Xiaoyu, he felt that Lin Xiaoyu was not a good person, and he found it unpleasant no matter how he looked at it.

But he didn't expect that Song Duan was so interested in Lin Xiaoyu and wanted Lin Xiaoyu to enter Xuanmen!
"So, that's why you gave them the Promise Knife?"

"Not bad! My intuition tells me that the Promise Knife will be more useful in the hands of that young man!"

"But Patriarch, that Wuji Knife is a lethal weapon, with the blood of the undead attached to it, full of evil spirit, do you really think that young man can subdue the evil spirit in Wuji Knife?" Song Ming was a little worried.

Song Yi hummed: "If he can't even solve this trivial matter, how dare he come to our Taoist sect?"

Song Duan didn't speak, his eyes fell on an unknown place, thoughtful.

Lin Xiaoyu took the antique short knife home to study, and Xiao Huang lay in the kennel, gnawing on the big stick bone, making a crackling sound.

In desperation, Lin Xiaoyu squeezed a ball of paper and threw it on the face.

"Keep your voice down!"

Xiao Huang wagged his tail innocently: "It tastes good when you eat it!"

Lin Xiaoyu threatened with a cold face: "Then you go out to eat!"

Xiao Huang hesitated for a second, and began to lick the bone silently.

After the auction ended today, Xiao Hai asked him about the bloody disaster. He tried to find some words to smooth things over, saying that he had helped Xiao Hai resolve his bad luck, but what Song Duan and the others said was too serious.

Fortunately, Fengquan was at the side to help him cover up, so he was able to fool him smoothly.

However, after Xiao Hai's bad luck was transferred to him, today was indeed quite unlucky. When he returned home, his car tire blew up, and when he walked to the door, he almost stepped on Xiao Huang's shit.

Fortunately, there was no bloodshed, so he was relieved.

Huang Pizi lay on the window frame, and it took him a long time to climb onto the window sill: "Master Xiaoyu, what are you looking at?"

"An antique short knife!" Lin Xiaoyu tried to pull out the knife. Although he used a little strength, the knife was still stuck in the scabbard.

This made Lin Xiaoyu feel a little strange, could it be that it was rusted and couldn't be pulled out?

This should not be the case. In the auction brochure, the short knife was pulled out for a photo. It was impossible to pull it out at that time, and it was rusted now.

Either he doesn't have enough strength!

Lin Xiaoyu took a deep breath, pulled out the knife with all his strength, and the edge of the knife began to loosen, but this also made Lin Xiaoyu instantly feel a strange breath leaking from the scabbard.

The Xiongfeng in the yard flapped his wings in shock, and went straight into Lin Xiaoyu's room: "Little master, it's dangerous!"

It senses danger approaching!The danger was in Lin Xiaoyu's hands at this moment.

After the knife was pulled out, Lin Xiaoyu felt that his hands seemed to be bound by a thousand catties, and they were falling heavily.At first he was able to hold the knife with one hand, but now he can only hold the knife with both hands, and he still can't hold it.

"woo"

"Don't bark!"

Xiao Huang almost cried out, but was stopped by Lin Xiaoyu.

Lin Zhongshan and Liu Feng were in the next room. When Xiao Huang called out, they would definitely be alarmed, and Lin Dahai would be alarmed too. The bigger the noise, the more it would be known to everyone.

Now if his appearance like an evil spirit is seen by others, it is estimated that it will spread throughout Nanshan tomorrow.

So no, absolutely cannot let anyone see it.

Both Xiao Huang and Huang Pizi stared nervously at the knife in Lin Xiaoyu's hand, and they also saw the strange redness emanating from the knife.

Xiongfeng fell to the bedside, stared straight at the knife, and asked Lin Xiaoyu: "Little master, this knife is not an ordinary knife, it has evil spirit!"

"I know! Go out the window and keep your voice down!"

Lin Xiaoyu had to turn over the window when he came out of his home for the first time, and he had to "thank you" for the knife in his hand!

After leaving home, Lin Xiaoyu immediately started to run wildly until he ran deep into the mountains before he heaved a sigh of relief.

But the knife in his hand was still as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold.

Xiongfeng followed closely behind: "Little master, what is the matter with this knife? Why is there such a heavy evil spirit?"

"It's a long story, let's solve it first!" Lin Xiaoyu couldn't cast spells now that his hands were bound, so he could only recite the spell silently, hoping it would be effective.

Dragon King Ling flew out of his body, emitting a dazzling light.

Lin Xiaoyu had an idea and began to gather strength with his hands. Although his hands were restricted, his power was not restricted and he could still exert his spiritual power.

Xiao Huang hurried up with the yellow leather bag on his back. Xiao Huang stuck out his tongue and gasped: "Can't you run by yourself? You have to let me carry it, I'm exhausted!"

"I can't run as fast as you!" Huang Pizi directly gave a good reason.

Xiao Huang rolled his eyes, panting and just wanted to find a place to rest. He accidentally wandered in front of Lin Xiaoyu and stepped on Lin Xiaoyu's foot with a paw.

"Fuck you little Huang!"

The strength that Lin Xiaoyu had just gathered dissipated in an instant, and his hands couldn't hold the knife immediately, and he was directly brought and fell to the ground with his face down.

Xiao Huang exploded in an instant, realizing that he had caused trouble, and ran away, but Huang Pizi stopped him: "You are the one who said you must take responsibility when you do things!"

"Now I don't want to take responsibility, I just want to leave quickly, or my dog's life will be lost!" Xiao Huang is very self-aware, if he doesn't slip away at this time, his life will be hard to save!
Lin Xiaoyu spit out the mud he gnawed in his mouth, and turned his head to stare at Xiao Huang: "You wait for me, tomorrow's hot pot will use you as an appetizer."

(End of this chapter)