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

"Turn around... Fuck, why is it me again, I said, did you mess with this wine bottle?"

"What kind of tricks are you doing, you kid, drink up, and you are willing to admit defeat, and you are not allowed to play tricks."

"Yes yes yes, don't play tricks, or add another three cups, hahahaha..."

"Drink it, drink it, whoever is afraid of it will be a grandson."

The young man raised his glass, drank the beer in the glass, and burped when he was done.

"Okay, mouse, drink well!"

The young man named Mouse put down the glass in his hand, wiped his lips with a flick of his sleeve, pointed to the wine bottle in the middle of the table, and said with confused eyes: "Turn around, turn around, I won't believe it, the next one will be me. "

"Okay, turn..."

Loud laughter resounded throughout the small yard of the farmhouse. A group of young people in their 20s set up a barbecue grill and prepared several boxes of beer, having fun.

Song Zheng was sitting at the table with a glass of fruit juice and a smile in his eyes, taking small sips.

Comrade Duan Zhishu sitting next to him looked at the orange juice in Song Zheng's cup, and suddenly said, "I said Song Zheng, you haven't had a drop of wine, and you're holding a juice, bitch, come on, buddy. You pour a glass."

Song Zheng was just about to refuse.

Xu Yuanyuan, who was two seats away, was quite dissatisfied when she heard this: "What do you mean when you drink juice, you are a bitch, do you look down on women, Duan Zhishu, let's have a drink if we are capable, dare you!"

"No, I didn't say I looked down on women..."

"Yo Yo Yo, have a drink, have a drink..."

The scene suddenly became lively, everyone followed suit, and the noise was endless.

Duan Zhishu originally looked at Song Zheng for not drinking a glass of wine, and wanted to punish him, but he didn't expect to be self-inflicted, so he drank a glass first.

Not to be outdone, Xu Yuanyuan quickly raised her hand, and the yellow liquid bubbling in the transparent glass also formed a layer of white foam.

However, as soon as the glass was brought to her mouth, a long white hand came across, blocked her movement, and took the wine glass away.

"Girls should drink less alcohol, it will hurt your health."

Song Zheng smiled gently, and his fair face became more rosy under the light.

Duan Zhishu who was standing by the side didn't know whether it was because he drank too much alcohol or because he didn't wear glasses, but he actually thought that Song Zheng like this was much prettier than their school belle.

The slender hand drank the glass of wine in one gulp, and the glass was turned upside down, not a drop of wine wasted.

The scene was silent for a few seconds, and then burst into applause.

"Yuanyuan, you are still amazing, when will we see Song Xueba drinking!"

"That's right, he didn't take his turn from the beginning to the end of the big adventure, you still have face."

Xu Yuanyuan's face was red, and her voice was angry and shy: "What nonsense are you talking about, he is a gentleman, just like you rough old men."

Facts have proved that appearance is very important.

"Hey, why didn't that guy Chen Jiaming come back after going out to release water? Didn't he sleep outside after drinking too much?"

"Hahaha, maybe I met some beautiful woman and went to strike up a conversation!"

"That's right, that kid is a pervert. He can't move when he sees a beautiful woman. Maybe it's already a thunderbolt."

"Go, go, speak civilized, why are you boys like this, you should go out and look for him, you have been out for so long."

Song Zheng didn't speak, but paused slightly with the hand holding the cup, and looked outside the yard thoughtfully.

"I'm going out to find him, and I'll be right here."

"Song Zheng, don't be like Chen Jiaming, you will be seduced by beautiful women when you go out!"

"Drinking your bar, you think Song Zheng is like you, full of yellow waste."

Song Zheng smiled and walked out the door leisurely.

Graduation is approaching, everyone will soon go their separate ways, all over the world, and we don’t know when we will meet again, so the class leader organized this party at the beginning, but many students have gone out for internships, and only a dozen people came indivual.

The location is in a newly opened farmhouse. It is far away from the city and surrounded by dense forests. It looks very original and the air is fresh. It is a good place for picnic gatherings.

Unfortunately, less people means more other things.

Song Zheng closed the door of the small yard and turned on the light on his watch.

In front of the small yard is a path paved with blue bricks, with low flowers on both sides.

Chen Jiaming just came out to release some water, and it stands to reason that he wouldn't go far, and he's not a big girl.

Song Zheng walked along the path for more than 50 meters and saw it.

Not far away, the buddy was taking off his outer shirt alluringly, eagerly hugging a big tree half a person's height, and rubbing up and down.

There is a strange smell in the air, which has a slightly sweet taste, which makes people feel slightly drunk.

"Hmm~" Chen Jiaming cried out while hugging the tree, his voice was extremely sinister.

Song Zheng's eyes were full of disgust, but he still walked over.

"Little brother, are you here to find him? Come on, let's have fun together!"

It was only two or three steps away, and everything in front of him changed. What Chen Jiaming was holding was no longer a tree, but a woman in revealing clothes.

This woman has a big chest and a thin waist, with no clothes covering her body, and her eyes are blurred. She is pointing her fingers at Song Zheng and calling out shyly.

And Chen Jiaming was so happy to be a real kisser, he felt that he would perform live eroticism in front of him in the next second.

"It's really hot eyes." Song Zheng spit out a few words in a low voice, and suddenly pulled out a talisman drawn with cinnabar from nowhere, and stuck it on Chen Jiaming's forehead between two fingers.

The effect of the talisman was so remarkable that Chen Jiaming, who was about to untie his belt, just fell down straight.

"Ah... you... who are you?" A woman's painful cry came from the air.

Song Zheng smiled, tilted his head, and replied gently: "The person who captured you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a palm-sized mahogany sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The sword was half floating in the palm of his hand, spinning rapidly.

"You turned out to be... a monster catcher!"

As the exclamation fell, the smell in the air gradually became thinner.

"Want to escape? Do you think I'm a bully just because I'm young?"

If this demon is not exhausted, I'm afraid you really have to answer him, you are too narcissistic.

A black mist surged in the air, and it vaguely turned into a person, and flew away to the south with the fallen leaves around.

Song Zheng put one hand in his pocket, and with the other hand, he slapped the mahogany sword in his heart, and suddenly, seven or eight times, he flew towards the opposite direction with a whistling sound.

A white shadow was fixed on a big tree.

"Could you not be so obvious about the trick of hitting the east and hitting the west? It's okay to deceive ordinary people with the fog that you rise up, little monster, are you stupid to lie to me!"

Song Zheng walked over leisurely, looked at the little fox nailed to the big tree, took out a burlap bag from his pocket, retracted his sword and stuffed her into it.

"If I come out a little later, are you going to punish this guy on the spot?"

"If he has no lust, how could he fall into my trap."

"Tsk tsk tsk, don't want to repent, can ordinary people bear the smell of your charming foxes?"

As he said that, Song Zheng tightened the mouth of the cloth bag in his hand, and the sack bag shrunk until it was about the size of a palm, and he stuffed it into his pocket.

The slightly sweet fragrance around dissipated, leaving only a gust of evening wind drifting by.

At the end of spring and the beginning of summer, the wind still carried a hint of coolness, and Chen Jiaming, who was lying on the ground with no clothes on his body, suddenly woke up with a shiver.

Song Zheng approached as if nothing had happened, curious and concerned: "Chen Jiaming, did you drink too much, or go back to your room to rest earlier!"

Chen Jiaming's eyes were empty. He touched his forehead and muttered, "Strange, why does your head hurt so much?"

Song Zheng touched his nose, without any apology for overdoing it, and said with an innocent expression: "Could it be that you drank too much and accidentally fell."

Chen Jiaming staggered up from the ground, always feeling that things were not like this, but he couldn't remember anything.

He looked at his half-taken shirt, pulled it up, touched his head, and said in a daze, "I probably fell down and even pulled my clothes away, haha..."

Song Zheng: "Everyone is worried about you, hurry back!"

Chen Jiaming said in a daze, "Well, let's go!"

As he walked, he looked at his palm curiously. There were some black sawdust mixed between his fingers, and there were black marks on his clothes.

Did I fall and hit a log?

No one would answer this question. Song Zheng pushed open the door. Everyone was still drinking. He pushed Chen Jiaming in, closed the small door, and pasted a talisman with his backhand.

This little fox looks young, his skills are unfamiliar, and he doesn't know how to hide. It should be the first time to commit crimes, so there must be relatives nearby.

Foxes hold grudges the most and will definitely come to make trouble. It would be fine if he was the only one.

Song Zheng looked at a group of classmates who were drunk and disoriented.

These individuals will be out of luck then.

As the night darkened, Song Zheng and Xu Yuanyuan, the only female classmate who was awake, sent everyone back to their rooms, settled down, and then went back to their rooms.

In the middle of the night, the small yard of the farmhouse is quiet, except for the rustling of the leaves blown by the night wind, and only the light at the gate is still shining in the small yard.

Song Zheng stood on the roof, put his hands in his pockets, and closed his eyes as if he was asleep.

There is a sweet and greasy smell gradually in the air, like winter plums blooming in winter, one sniff can make people intoxicated.

Song Zheng slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were so clear, without a trace of sleepiness.

Just as he guessed, this little fox really didn't come out alone to look for food.

He spread out his palm, and a palm-sized mahogany sword floated out of his palm. This sword looked extremely small, like a wooden flying knife with no lethality.

However, just flipping the fingers, the sword became larger at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it became the appearance of an ordinary sword.

The body of the sword is engraved with complex lines, and after a long time you will feel dizzy.

Song Zheng laid the sword across his chest, staring intently at the thick black night in front of him, a golden light flashed across his forehead.

At this time, in a leisure center more than 20 miles away from the farmhouse, a man in a black suit suddenly stood up and looked in the direction of the farmhouse with a strange expression.

If I didn't feel wrong just now, it was... a relic?

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