A devil in distress is not as good as a pig

"Cui Huzi? Oh, yes!" Zhu Ye thought to himself that one of these useless people would finally come in handy, and just as he was about to summon the spirit, Mo Hu grabbed his hand: "Wait a minute, you won't just do this Want to call him out? Go ahead and put on your pants!"

Zhu Ye looked down and realized that he was not wearing pants. He frowned and said, "It's a gourd, but it's not human. It doesn't matter." Having said that, he opened the cloakroom and went in to change his trousers.

Mo Hu has been distracted since he entered the bedroom. Zhu Ye has a well-proportioned body, and his thigh muscles are tight but not stretched. With bare legs like this, his formal shirt only covers his thighs, and he can vaguely see his body wrapped in white underwear. The outline of something is so fragrant that it can kill people.

Zhu Ye was looking for pants, when he turned his head, he saw Mo Hu squatting beside the bed in a state of feigning death, bleeding nose, his lewd fox eyes were fixed on his ass, he was furious, and threw the dirty laundry basket towards him, He roared in a low voice: "What are you thinking about? Don't be obsessed with my ass, go wash your face, and send the dirty clothes to the laundry room downstairs after washing! The big one is full of flirtatious clothes, and the little one is pissed. They all stink. You're going to die... Hurry up, are you going to make blood steamed buns?"

"Ah?" Mo Hu stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his upper lip, only to realize that he had a nosebleed caused by overcompensation. He immediately rolled and crawled to wash his face, and went to the laundry room with his nose stuffed. When he came back, he regretted that Zhu Ye had died. He was neatly dressed, and he looked like a dog, and he was stretching out his ring finger to summon Cui Huzi.

The so-called Cui Huzi is one of Zhu Ye's nine spirits, a grass-type mountain spirit, transformed from a wine gourd 1000 years ago, because he is addicted to alcohol, and has not cultivated anything for 1000 years. That is, barely able to transform into a human form, dig some mountain goods and go down the mountain in exchange for wine.The only advantage is that he is old enough and knowledgeable enough, basically a living encyclopedia.

Zhu Ye recited Cui Huzi's name silently in his brain, and said to himself: "Let go!" As soon as the thought came up, he felt a coldness at the root of his left ring finger, a white light flashed, and a short, fat little old man appeared in front of him.

Cui Huzi visually looks like a human male in his fifties, with a flowing white beard. He is barely 1.6 meters tall, but his waist almost exceeds his height. At first glance, it looks like a gourd, but it fits his real shape quite well.

"Hi~" The little old man hiccupped, looked at Zhu Ye with drunken eyes for a long time before he recognized him, immediately withdrew his fuzzy expression, and bowed to him in a polite manner: "Big brother! "

He opened his mouth, and even a wine tank like Zhu Ye was almost overwhelmed by the strong smell of wine, and frowned, "Stay back! Stay away from me."

Cui Huzi staggered back, stood against the wall, covered his mouth and hiccupped two more times, Mo Hu's figure on one side swayed twice, and quickly opened all the windows in the room.Zhu Ye was almost suffocated, and he held his breath and said in a low voice: "I called you here to ask you something, do you know if there is any school of practice that will make the whites of the eyes red and produce red blood threads like spider webs?" of it?" Then he briefly talked about Zhu Li's other slightly abnormal symptoms.

"Oh?" Cui Huzi moved his fat gourd-like belly, rolled his eyes and thought for a while, and said, "That's too much. Many spells will make your eyes red if you practice them crazy. It’s not surprising, some of them become incontinent.”

Zhu Ye's stomach was churning again, and he suppressed the discomfort and said, "What about the kind of red blood that will recover soon, even if it's just a flash?"

"Eh? That shouldn't be the case. It will take some time to get back to normal." Cui Huzi wiped his eyes, thought for a while and said, "Oh, that's right, unless the cultivator is a race with strong resilience." Pointing to Mo Hu, "With a physique like the Supreme Master, there may be a fleeting situation."

Zhu Ye remembered that he once shot Mo Hu, and the guy healed in a few seconds. It is indeed possible, but Zhu Li cannot be a demon. He is a real human being. There is no doubt about it. He frowned and asked: " What about humans?"

"Then I don't know." Cui Huzi shook his head and said, "There are all kinds of wonders in the world. Although I have seen many spiritual creatures, I am afraid that there are many more that I haven't seen, such as practitioners from other countries, vampires in Europe, and American ghosts. The Spider-Man from Japan, the Kappa from Japan, the head-down master from Thailand...there are too many, the longer people live, the more they are in awe of the unknown..."

"Okay, okay." Zhu Ye saw that he couldn't get anything out of the question, so he quickly asked him to kneel down, and if he asked him to continue talking, the room would be too crowded, and he didn't know how other people in the ring endured it. His, if only there was enough room in it.

Mo Hu was also suffocated by him, waving Zhu Ye's windbreaker desperately to expel the dirty air, and after fanning for a long time, he heard his son "hiccup~", and he also emitted a smell of alcohol. A child with a high alcohol concentration was afraid that he would get drunk if he inhaled too much, so he hurriedly took out Zhu Ye's Oxygen Lide, which Zhu Ye hadn't used for many years, from the closet, put it on Little Sunflower's mouth, and said happily, "This thing is good, let the tooth beast and Ah Gui will buy some more, and next time I will recruit Cui Huzi, and we will each wear one."

Zhu Ye thought to himself, let the old man stay in the ring, sit on the rocking chair by the window to breathe fresh air, and mutter to himself: "Could it be that Zhu Li is really practicing some evil method? He is half of Thai blood , and recently said that he wants to go back to Thailand, is he a head-removing master? Impossible, without the guidance of a master, it must not be repaired in a few years, and besides, he has never had this kind of pink eye disease before. "

After tossing and tossing for a long time, Mo Hu finally calmed down, sat on the footstool opposite Zhu Ye, and said, "Practicing the evil art of lowering the head technique will definitely not succeed overnight, and he doesn't know that you will bring little sunflower back, Even if you practice, the target of the mutilation must not be you, either your enemies in the way, or... your father? No way, aren't they brothers?"

Zhu Ye's heart twitched, and when Mo Hu saw his face change, he became serious and said, "Apart from Zhu Li, is there anything unusual about your father?"

Zhu Ye thought about it carefully for a long time, then shook his head: "I can't see it at all, I know my dad... wait, if I have to say something unusual, there are really two people who came back this time, one is very kind to Zhu Li, completely It is not as strict as before. One is that he can drink water. From the time we met to the meal, he drank a cup of autumn pear paste, four cups of hot tea, three bowls of Laohuo soup, half a catty of sweet-scented osmanthus, and two cups juice."

"So much? Didn't he burst out? Could it be that your father is not a human being at all, but a water demon?" Mo Hu touched his chin with interest, "Otherwise, why did my Lord of the Rings choose you as soon as it came?" , this is fate..."

"Enough is enough!" Zhu Ye couldn't bear to kick him: "I warn you, Mo Hu, never say that about my dad again!"

He didn't wear any shoes after changing his clothes, but only wore a pair of white boat socks. The edges of the socks showed his round and white ankle bones. Mo Hu couldn't help itching. Apologizing repeatedly, he grabbed his wife's feet and touched them twice, holding him in his arms to loosen his tendons.

"This matter is too dangerous. If there is really something weird about Zhu Li, it may be harmful to the family. I must investigate clearly." Zhu Ye let him massage himself, took out his mobile phone and searched for "head down" on the Internet. "Two words, unfortunately Wikipedia and various forums are vague about this kind of thing, and I can't tell why.Thinking about it, this kind of secrets of the world is generally passed on from master to apprentice, and it is impossible for someone to be so generous in posting it on the Internet.Zhu Ye was a little disappointed, turned off his phone and said, "It would be great if grandpa was here. He has attended some gatherings of Southeast Asian practitioners, and he may know a lot."

Mentioning Tang Yihe and Mohu felt a bit guilty, in order to prevent his wife from thinking of the culprit who made grandpa turn into a vegetable, she immediately expressed her loyalty: "Don't worry, now that we are home, I will practice double cultivation with you every night until dawn, I believe it will not pass How long will it take to break through the third level of magic cultivation, why don't we start now? Anyway, the child is asleep." As he spoke, he leaned over and looked at him affectionately.

Before Zhu Ye could react, he felt a dark figure pressing down. Mo Hu's handsome face was slowly enlarged in front of him, and his plump lips roared towards his mouth like piranhas.

"Crack!" Zhu Ye slapped PIA on his face: "Sit down, I'm not so fucked! I haven't finished my business yet!"

Seeing that he couldn't eat, Mo Hu's blood was already surging, how could he let go if he touched his side?Grab his wrist and forcefully pull it down for him, pinch his chin and press it down with a forceful kiss, suck out his tongue and ravage it repeatedly, making the sound of tsk tsk.

"Crack!" There was a soft sound, and something cold and hard suddenly pressed against his left chest. Mo Hu's movements froze, and he hesitated for a long time before releasing him angrily: "Speak up if you have something to say, don't do it if you don't do it, you said it Forget it, you have the final say."

Zhu Ye's breath was uneven, the veins on his forehead were twitching, his lips were as red as freshly picked cherries, and they were stained with water, but he was holding his Glock pistol firmly in his hand, and the muzzle was on the left side of Mohu. Chest: "You try to force me one more time!"

Is that thing useless to me?Mo Hu secretly slandered, but didn't dare to do it again, took a deep breath, sat down on the footstool, and raised his hands: "I apologize for my mistake, but you said you wanted to save your grandfather earlier, I just cooperate with you..."

"Talk back!" Zhu Ye wiped off the saliva on his lips, hit him twice with the butt of his gun in frustration, and waited for Mo Hu to hold his head and beg for mercy, then backed out the bullet, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't think I can't deal with you , one day..." One day I will practice witchcraft, beat you soft and then rape you ten thousand times!Think I can't do you with ED!

After thinking about it carefully, it really doesn't work...

"Okay, okay, it's all my fault, who made me care less about you." Mo Hu said calmly, for so long, he has fully possessed the magical skill of "turning domestic violence into caressing" (simply speaking, spiritual Victory method), anyway, Zhu Ye's beating is almost like tickling to him, so it should be regarded as flirting. "Hey, what else did you just say to be serious?"

Zhu Ye took a breath and said bitterly: "My dad arrested Zhang Juexi. I want to see him, but my dad won't let me. You can find a way to let me sneak into the place where my dad is keeping him. I have something to ask him face to face. .”

"Why didn't your father let you see him?" Mo Hu asked strangely. Zhu Ye's lips were still a little numb, so he wiped them with the back of his hand and said, "I don't know. door, but I don't think it's that simple."

"Then why do you insist on seeing him? What do you want to ask him?"

Zhu Ye was silent, and said for a long time: "Ten years ago, he kidnapped me and sold me to Istanbul through a snake head. Then I got seriously ill, and the memory of that half year disappeared out of thin air. Later, I, my body has been having some problems. I think Find out what happened." Thinking of that blank time, my head began to ache again.

Seeing that his complexion was not good, Mo Hu gently pressed his temples, and when he lowered his head, he found that his fingers were trembling nervously, so he held his hand, poured a cool air into his palm comfortingly, and said: " You can just ask your father, there are other parties involved."

Zhu Ye remained silent, leaning his head on the back of the rocking chair, his eyes slightly closed, and just when Mo Hu thought he was about to fall asleep, he said, "I don't believe them."

"why?"

"Don't worry about it so much." Zhu Ye frowned impatiently and said, "Anyway, is there any way for you to let me meet Zhang Juexi without going through my father? Just like you let me fall into your illusion back then Like that."

Mo Hu looked ashamed, and shook his head: "I'm sorry, Aye, the reason why I was able to drag you into such a real illusion at the beginning was because you are the master of the Lord of the Rings. With my current mana, it is impossible to do the same to other people. things."

Zhu Ye was greatly disappointed, Mo Hu sighed, and said: "Let me explain to you, there are nine levels of cultivation for the demons, and the highest level is called the realm of heaven and man. Except for the legendary demon gods, no one can cultivate to it." But, the general Demon Lord can cultivate to about six or seven levels, but because I am too young, my cultivation level is particularly poor, and my predecessor in the Xuyi world, only trained to the fourth level."

Zhu Ye was speechless looking at the sky, knowing that this demon king is a defective product, what a person with severe procrastination who watches Korean dramas all day long can do!

"The fourth level of magic cultivation is called 'Jieyu'. After it is completed, it can create a different-dimensional domain in the real world. According to human beings, it is to form various bizarre illusions in a distorted space and create illusions for people. "Mo Hu has completely entered the Grandmaster Style, cadenced for his wife's science popularization, "and only after he has completed the fifth level of magic cultivation-'Tonghuan', can he freely control various attributes in the illusion, manipulate wind, water, thunder and lightning, and even It is the dust and air that turns the illusion into reality, has a real impact on the opponent, consumes his cultivation, damages his body, and even destroys his demon spirit."

"That is to say, even in your previous life, you could only create a little illusion?" Zhu Ye concluded, "Then what is the difference between you, a demon king, and a follower like a tooth beast? Conjuring a phantom of a little rabbit to make Little Sunflower happy."

"How can he compare with me!" Mo Hu said unhappily, "It's just a blindfold, a visual dislocation caused by the refraction of light and shadow! The 'knotting' I mentioned is the use of space!" Suspected by his wife His fighting power is simply the biggest shame of a man!

If you don’t know, you are still a physics teacher!Zhu Yeguang just sneered. As a fantasy existence, a demon king, are you talking about scientific terms such as light and shadow refraction and space application really appropriate?

This is not your style of painting at all!