It's not good! All the male protagonists are in love with me

Yuan Xi looked nervous, and suddenly saw the face of the thing in the grass, and screamed in fright.

"Ah!!! It only has one eye!"

Lan Qingya turned her head and looked, and sure enough, there was a thing behind the grass. It was almost the same size as a cat, with three tails and only one eye on its face.

The thing looked at Yuan Xi and opened its mouth.

"Ah!!! It only has one eye!"

A monk couldn't help but ask: "What is this?"

This time it didn't learn.

Xiaobai beside Lan Qingya bared his teeth at it and growled threateningly.

The thing trembled, but did not back off, and let out a low growl following Xiaobai.

It's learning.

It doesn't look dangerous.

Tang Jiao stopped hiding, stuck her head out and made a series of sounds.

"Woof woof woof..."

Everyone:...

That thing tilted its head and followed: "Woof woof woof..."

I originally thought it was something powerful, but it turned out to be such a stupid thing.

Some monks have relaxed.

Zhongli Shu had done some research on this strange creature, and he smacked his lips and said, "Oh, isn't this Xuanling Huan?" (pronounced the same as Huan.)

"Xuan Ling Huan? What is that?"

Tang Jiao is pretty, speaks softly, and always looks at people with a pair of innocent eyes like a child, which easily arouses people's favor and desire to protect her.

That's how Lan Qingya got entangled.

Zhongli Shu looked at her pair of eager eyes and couldn't help showing off, "In ancient times, there was a mythical beast that looked like a civet cat, with one eye and three tails. It could imitate hundreds of sounds, and its own voice could penetrate the soul, exorcise demons and break evil spirits. It was a powerful creature."

Tang Jiao looked at the bushes in surprise. How come she had never seen it before?

Hua Xiangrong said: "Since it is a divine beast, it must have some spirituality. Doesn't it know to walk around us?"

Yuan Xi agreed: "As long as it hides and waits for us to leave, it will be safe. Why would it take the initiative to appear in front of us?"

Song Yanche stood up and straightened his clothes: "Xuan Linghuan's habits are similar to those of cats. Cats have a strong sense of territory."

Lan Qingya's hand unconsciously touched Xiaobai's fur: "We broke into its territory. Even if there are intruders, it generally won't take the initiative to attack. Unless..."

"Unless what, Master?" Tang Jiao asked.

"Unless it is breastfeeding, its maternal instinct will make it take the initiative to attack in order to protect its child." Lan Qingya said lightly, looking at Xuan Linghuan who was always staring at this side.

When everyone looked, they saw signs of lactation on its abdomen.

This Xuanlinghuan obviously had some skills. He stared at them with full vigilance, but did not make any further moves.

It knows that once the two sides fight, it may not gain the upper hand.

"It probably wants us to leave as soon as possible." Lan Qingya guessed.

Tang Jiao saw that its fur was shiny black, and its three tails were raised high and swaying freely, revealing a cute look. She walked over with a smile and wanted to hug it.

"careful!"

Before Lan Qingya finished her words, Xuan Linghuan's hair all stood up and he let out a shrill cry at Tang Jiao.

Tang Jiao was so scared that she immediately retracted her hand, turned around and ran, crying towards Lan Qingya: "Master...it's so fierce..."

...

Lan Qingya was speechless and could only pull her over and comfort her with a few words.

Seeing that she had calmed down, Lan Qingya turned around and wanted to discuss with Tu Zhengyuan about continuing their journey and returning the space here to it.

Two-phase cheap.

However, several red lines suddenly stretched out from the side, as if they had life, and shot towards Xuan Ling.

Lan Qingya took a closer look and found that these red lines were made of the blood of black spirit dogs that had bitten monks, and they carried a fierce and evil aura.

This thing has a nice name, called Acacia Thread.

The name sounds nice, but the use is not so wonderful.

All spiritual creatures generally have some human nature, and unless they are willing, it is difficult for human cultivators to tame them and use them for their own purposes.

They are born with spirits, can practice cultivation, are full of treasures, and have good fighting power. If they can be tamed, they will become a great help to the monks.

The magic rat that helped Lan Qingya and others a lot in the ancient city was such a product.

Some monks who are good at taming beasts would try every means to recruit them for their own use. Over time, two factions were formed.

One is to develop an emotional bond with spirit beasts, making them serve you willingly.

The other is to torture and intimidate them with evil creatures, making them succumb to the monks' methods and achieve the purpose of being used by others.

Acacia thread is obviously the latter type.

This thing has a corrosive effect on spiritual energy. It is not powerful enough to deal with monks, but it is very suitable for capturing spiritual creatures.

Sure enough, the red line on Xuan Linghuan's body was tightly tied into its fur, and blood oozed along the red marks.

Lan Qingya looked along the thread and saw Zhongli Shu exerting force with his hands, forcing a smile on his old face. It was obvious that he was greedy for this mythical beast.

"I, Zhongli Shu, have taken a fancy to this thing. Please help me. I will naturally remember your kindness."

He was the most powerful one in the ancient city, so naturally no one from the original ancient city monks would challenge him.

Everyone present knew exactly who he was talking to.

"Senior Zhongli, divine beasts are usually proud and arrogant, and will not be slaughtered. In addition, it has a child now, so I'm afraid it won't be so easy to subdue it."

Lan Qingya felt sympathy for Xuan Linghuan and wanted to persuade Zhongli Shu.

But the divine beast is right in front of us, within our reach. Who would be willing to give up such a good opportunity?

"Don't worry, fairy. I have my own methods!"

As he spoke, Zhongli Shu exerted force with his fingertips, and the thread of lovesickness became tighter.

Xuan Linghuan, who was originally trembling all over, suddenly let out a scream and looked at Zhongli Shu with a pair of angry eyes.

The aura that originally emitted a slight spiritual power suddenly intensified, and the sandstorm that had just stopped came towards it again.

The wind and sand made it impossible to open one's eyes.

The monks felt that this matter had nothing to do with them, so they withdrew from the battle and kept their distance from Zhongli Shu.

Gong Yi Jue took a look, walked forward and pulled Lan Qingya, who was standing there frowning, aside.

"He is now dazzled by the divine beast. Let's wait and see." Gong Yi Jue said softly.

In the center of the violent sandstorm, Zhongli Shu could hardly open his eyes.

He had already prepared himself mentally for the divine beast to have some abilities, but he had not expected its strength to reach this level.

This is better. It will be a great help once the animal is tamed, and it saves a lot of effort in training it.

He continued to exert force with his fingertips, causing Xuan Linghuan to feel pain and the flying sand and rocks to become even more violent.

The coarser sand scratched his cheek, and Zhongli Shu was inevitably injured.

Suddenly, the lovesickness thread trembled, and the originally stretched red thread slowly fell down like a willow branch swaying in the wind.

Xuan Linghuan was obviously enraged by him, and with the help of the power of the wind and sand, he jumped directly onto Zhongli Shu's face. With one claw, he left three scratches on his forehead.

Zhongli Shu was furious, and reflexively tore it off his body and threw it aside, cursing: "Little beast, wait until you give in, and then I'll show you how I'll deal with you!"

As he said this, he took out a small bell from his arms.

Gong Yi Jue saw the appearance of the bell clearly and quickly set up a ban, covering everyone around him.

Some monks who were slow to react suffered.