A thousand-year-old enemy wakes up with me

In the vegetable garden, two donkeys with gray fur are majesticly driving away the Yin Qi that tried to get involved in their own vegetable garden. The Yin Qi touched by the donkey's hoof fled away in a hurry, not daring to approach the ground again.

The two donkeys patrolled the vegetable field like emperors, and after confirming that the vegetables were well protected, they lowered their heads and slowly ate grass to replenish their strength.

Ye Chen raised his hand, and one of the donkeys flew into the air uncontrollably. It flew towards Ye Chen, getting smaller and smaller in the process, and when it landed in Ye Chen's hand, it had turned into a thin yellow paper.

"Paper donkey?" The devil twirled his fingertips lightly, and casually threw the donkey made out of this piece of paper down, allowing it to reunite with its companions.

The discarded paper donkey fell to the ground and became solid again, grunting and continuing to graze without realizing what happened.

It is the paper piercing technique of human beings.

Ye Chen looked at the ground, his black eyes slowly turned golden, and the magic pattern on his forehead lit up like a flame. The yin around him seemed to have seen some natural enemy, fading away like a tide, and after a while, he slowly approached devil.

A wisp of Yin Qi wrapped around Ye Chen's fingertips intimately, coquettishly flattering the Demon King.

There are some human beings who are naturally close to aura, and they can get twice the result with half the effort in cultivation. They can increase their cultivation level even when they breathe.

Demons are the most yin and evil in the world, and it is normal to attract yin qi.

However, yin qi is something of ghosts after all, and demons may not like them very much.

Compared with Yin Qi, Ye Chen still prefers his own demonic Qi, and the Yin Qi in this place has been polluted, so he resolutely expelled the Yin Qi from his fingertips, very ruthlessly.

Knowing that the Demon King doesn't like him, the Yin Qi backed out aggrieved, but the evil desire hovering above the Yin Qi refused to leave, struggled to escape from the Yin Qi, and wanted to rush into the house.

Before Ye Chen could get rid of the dirty desires, the two donkeys rushed up, opened their mouths and swallowed the desires.

The little devil paused for a moment, with a slightly dazed expression on his face.

"Why eat everything, it's so dirty." The little demon king who came back to his senses patted the head of one of the donkeys with distaste, and said in a bad tone, "Hurry up and spit it out, or I will burn you both with a fire." .”

The two donkeys ate hard and didn't give Ye Chen half a look. They were so arrogant!

The moody Lord Demon King became angry, and turned the two donkeys into paper again. He shook the two pieces of gray and black yellow paper, and frowned, "The raw materials are poor, the lines are crooked, and the spirit-enchanting technology is not good. It looks like it was done by an outsider.”

If the things made by laymen cannot understand human language, then the king will show mercy and forgive him.

The two paper donkeys are actually not as unbearable as Ye Chen said. Although the production techniques are indeed rough, they are still brave when expelling Yin Qi, at least they are useful.

Ye Chen put the two crumpled pieces of yellow paper into his pocket, turned around and went back to the house.

In the south room, the three human beings were still lying on the kang like corpses, motionless, breathing barely audibly.

As soon as Ye Chen climbed onto the kang, someone grabbed his wrist, and then stuck a warm body behind him.

Jiang Zhushui buried his head on Ye Chen's neck and wrapped his arms around Ye Chen's waist, "You're back?"

His voice was low-pitched, with a hint of hoarseness in his magnetic voice, which was indescribably sexy.

"Stay away from me." Ye Chen frowned and pushed Jiang Zhushui away.

I really didn't realize it, I didn't know that my merits and virtues would be pierced to this king!The little devil turned his back on Jiang Zhushui, unhappy written all over his body.

"Your Highness just left the three of us powerless mortals in a ghost den?" Jiang Zhushui chuckled and posted it again, "What if I, this sweet pastry, are targeted by ghosts?" .”

The golden light of merit and the emperor's purple qi are indeed great nourishing things for ghosts and ghosts. If someone with the size of Jiang Zhushui is really eaten, it will be no problem to raise more than a dozen ghost kings. He said that he is a sweet potato. fact.

Ye Chen said in his heart that it's none of my business that you were being targeted.

Jiang Zhushui seemed to know what the little devil was thinking, and said with a smile: "If I am eaten, who will maintain the magic horn for His Highness in the future?"

... This is a big deal!

Ye Chen's face suddenly sank, his eyes were full of fierceness, and he said fiercely: "Who dares to touch my king's people!"

In the darkness, the man put his hands on the demon king's waist, closed his eyes, and seemed to have fallen asleep again, but if he looked carefully, he could see his thin lips slightly curved, and his cold eyebrows and eyes became gentle.

In the early morning of the next day, when the hour hand of the clock in the room slowly pointed to "four", Ye Feng and Ying Qiao sat up abruptly. The two of them were sweating and panting heavily. tired.

"It's so fucking uncomfortable." Ying Qiao wiped his face, and said in fear, "I realized that I was sleepy last night before I went to bed, but by then it was too late to recite the formula."

The body and consciousness are separated, and no matter how hard they struggle, it will not help.

"Well, same." Ye Feng breathed calmly, "It should be trapped." I just don't know when I got caught.

Ye Feng recalled that if they did anything extra, it would be to help the old farmer move the medicine basket before entering the hospital...

The movement of the two of them getting up was not small, directly waking up the little devil next to them.

"It's so noisy." Ye Chen opened his eyelids, his bright golden eyes looked straight at the two human cubs, and his eyes were full of coldness.

Seeing his king woke up, Ying Qiao's spirit was shaken, his exhaustion disappeared, and he said excitedly, "Your Majesty, what did you find when you went out last night!"

Although his body was dead asleep, his consciousness was very clear. He heard the sound of his king going out. Half of the reason for struggling so hard at night was because he was too curious about what happened outside.

Ye Chen sat up and yawned, and when he opened his eyes, his golden eyes turned black.He threw the two pieces of yellow paper in his pocket to Ying Qiao with a lazy expression.

What did you find?Two paper donkeys.

Ying Qiao picked up the two pieces of yellow paper, with a puzzled look on his face: "This is a picture of a dog? Why are the legs not the same length? My eight-year-old child can draw better than this."

Ye Feng nodded at the side, thinking that if the family draws a paper dog like this, they will definitely be beaten by the owner.

"It's a donkey." Ye Chen rolled his eyes.

Ying Qiao: "???"

Ye Feng: "???"

Even if you are a demon king, you can't open your eyes and talk nonsense!

They both wanted to argue again, but suddenly they heard the sound of walking outside—it was Lao Zhang.

Ye Feng subconsciously glanced out the window, the sky was foggy and the morning light was faint, but it should be still early before dawn, he suddenly thought of something, "My lord, the climate in this ghost nest should be late spring and early summer, the weather is suitable, The head is still short."

Before they entered the haunted den, it was already summer in Haicheng, and it was hot and stuffy, but the yin energy was yin and cool, so they didn't notice the seasonal changes in the first place.

Seasons are natural, and a ghost nest that can change seasons is much stronger than ordinary ghost nests.Ye Feng originally wanted to make Lord Demon King more cautious, but seeing Ye Chen's lazy expression, he swallowed the next words.

Forget it, he'd better take care of himself.

Ye Chen slowly got off the kang, and as soon as he stepped on the ground, the door was pushed open by Jiang Zhushui. The man outside the door didn't expect the little devil to wake up so early, and asked slightly surprised: "Don't you sleep?"

"How can you sleep when you're so noisy." Ye Chen said impatiently.

Ye Feng and Ying Qiao bowed their heads in shame.

Ye Chen walked to the door, "Don't block the way."

Jiang Zhushui stepped aside obediently, like a doting parent.

The quality of life here is indeed not good, and the little devil's patience has always been poor, and now he probably has the idea of ​​​​exposing this haunted nest.

Lao Zhang outside added firewood to the hearth, put half a pot of water in the pot, he cracked four or five eggs into a large bowl, put salt and oil in it and stirred them, and finally filled half a bowl of water and sprinkled with chopped green onion , put the large bowl in the center of the pot, and cover the pot.

"Little baby got up so early, grandpa's meal hasn't been cooked yet." Lao Zhang turned his head when he heard footsteps, and pointed to the pot. You can eat it when you come out, there is rice in the rice cooker, and the beef sauce I made myself in the refrigerator, let’s work together first, and grandpa will come back at noon to give you extra meals.”

Lao Zhang obviously coaxed Ye Chen like a child.

The Demon King looked as usual, he looked at the fire in the hearth and suddenly asked: "Do you want to see the fire?"

It must be cooked quickly with a magic fire.

"Hey, children can't play with fire." Old Zhang laughed, "Let your uncle come."

uncle?The devil's face turned cold, and he stared coldly at the back. If eyes could kill, Jiang Zhushui would have been killed by him tens of thousands of times!

It's not enough to take advantage of it, is it?

Lao Zhang didn't realize that he had saved his kitchen. He tidied up the stove and set up the table, and then there was a familiar "chug" sound outside. He wiped his hands, "Hey, grandpa has to go."

Lao Zhang is not young, but his steps are very vigorous. He ran to the front yard and opened the iron gate in three or two steps. What was parked at the gate was indeed the pickup truck from yesterday.

Ye Chen went out of the room, glanced around casually, and suddenly stopped when his eyes fell on the medicine basket.

The medicine baskets were lined up last night, but now they are scattered in the corner, and the contents of the medicine baskets are gone.

Lao Zhang opened the door, and the old farmer who drove yesterday followed Lao Zhang into the yard. The two picked up the empty bamboo basket in the corner. Seeing Ye Chen standing at the door, Lao Zhang asked again: "Doesn't the baby sleep? It's still early before dawn. Go back to the house and rest for a while, if you are bored, you can go to the village."

The old farmer in the car shouted: "Old Zhang, hurry up and go."

"Hey, come as soon as you come." Lao Zhang quickened his pace and climbed into the car.

Ye Chen stood on the platform and watched the two old farmers get into the car. The blue pickup truck wobbled away and quickly disappeared from sight.

"Follow up and take a look?" Jiang Zhushui asked softly when he stood beside Ye Chen.

Ye Chen shook his head: "It's not necessary."

He is not interested in the secrets of the ghost village, he just wants to destroy the source of the sacrifice.

The two of Ying Qiao got up too, they rolled up their sleeves and washed the small tomatoes left over from yesterday, then cut two more tomatoes and mixed them with sugar for the little ancestor to keep.

When Ye Chen entered the room, Ying Qiao had just put the sugar away, "Your Majesty, let's have some pre-meal fruit first!"

The home-grown tomatoes are red and sweet, with a soft and rusty taste. They are delicious when washed and eaten directly. After adding white sugar, the tomato juice and sugar are mixed to add some sweetness.

Tomatoes mixed with sugar, the essence is in the water, Ye Chen will naturally not let go of the sugar water on the plate.He raised the plate and gathered the sugar water to his side, and drank it with a spoon.

The demon king lowered his eyes and ate tomatoes quietly. His exquisite and magnificent face was not as aggressive as usual, but rather cute.

He lowered his head, his long black hair was hanging behind him, a red rope hung abruptly on his white neck, and was covered by a strand of hair hanging on his chest, half concealed but more desire/ color.

This is the devil, every gesture carries a fatal temptation to lead people into the abyss.

Jiang Zhushui went back to the house and took a comb. Ye Chen's hair was black, shiny and smooth, and felt very good.Jiang Zhushui grabbed his hair high, and finally took out a red string to tie it. After a set of movements, he was easy and proficient, and he did it countless times.

The little devil shook his hair, expressing his satisfaction.

After the fire in the stove was extinguished, it was stuffy for another 5 minutes before Ye Feng lifted the lid of the pot and brought out the chicken cake in the pot.

The egg cake is bright yellow, with a layer of clear oil floating on the surface, and the chopped green onion is dotted on the top, which looks quite appetizing.

Ye Chen dug a piece with a spoon and found that it was a bit like the pudding he ate a few days ago. He put the egg cake into his mouth, feeling a little disappointed.

Not sweet.

If it wasn't sweet, he wasn't interested, so he waved his hand and let go of the egg cake.

After they had breakfast, it was almost dawn, and Ye Chen decided to go out.

There was an early market today, and there were not many people in the village. There were a few old ladies sitting at the door picking vegetables. When they saw Ye Chen and the others, they greeted them friendly and told them where the market was.

Ye Chen thought it would be easy for him to find the source of the sacrifice, but when he walked to the village, he found that there were a lot of evil desires, and the source was really clueless.

It shouldn't be, he, the sacrificial person, couldn't find a place to sacrifice?

But the little devil doesn't think there is a problem with himself, it must be something wrong with the ghost nest - the ghosts here don't think of themselves as ghosts at all.

They follow the trajectory of their lives, live in the village, sow and harvest like ordinary farmers, work at sunrise and rest at sunset, and their work and rest are more than living people.

After observing, Ye Feng asked suspiciously: "There seems to be no children in the village?"

Ying Qiao said: "Parents take their children to work in the city."

It also makes sense, after all, who would like to stay in the village among young people nowadays, but it’s not that they don’t even have a child, and yesterday Lao Wu also said that he would take the baby at home to see a doctor today, which means that there should be children in the village, and they can’t Let Lao Wu's family leave the child in the village.After thinking about it, Ye Feng's doubts in his heart became even bigger.

Ye Chen felt speechless when he heard the conversation between the two, so he was ashamed to say that he was a celestial master.There was nothing unusual in the village, so Ye Chen walked to the market according to the instructions of the villagers.

As soon as they arrived at the market, the number of "people" suddenly increased. A few aunts selling fruit at the stalls saw that they were from outside the village, so they smiled and washed some apples and stuffed them for Ye Chen and the others.

"The people in the village seem to be friendly and friendly, and they even washed fruit for us to eat." Ying Qiao held an apple in his hand and a pear from two aunts in his pocket. He whispered to Ye Feng, " Do you think they don’t know that this is a ghost den?”

Ye Feng looked at the fruits, and then at the "people" in the market, his expression became more and more bewildered, "Are they really human..."

The demon king in front of him smiled coldly when he heard this, and looked at Ye Feng with sarcasm, as if to say—"It's really not easy, I can still see it."

Ying Qiao stopped eating the apple, "What do you mean?"

Why are you not human anymore?

Are these not human?

I am a celestial master, don't lie to me!

Ye Chen glanced casually, ignoring the two cubs who fell into self-doubt.

The bazaar is not too big, you can see the end at a glance, and most of the things sold are self-grown.

There are about [-] or [-] stalls, but the items sold on the stalls are very few and repeated, and the prices are very friendly. It can be seen that the neighbors get along well.

The people in the village have lived for decades, and every day they look down and don't look up. When four strange young men appear at first sight, the villagers don't reject them. Instead, they enthusiastically ask them what they need.

After a while, Jiang Zhushui had seven or eight more bags in his hand.

The man was surrounded by ghosts, his face was cold, the lady beside him seemed to ask something, the man suddenly raised his eyes to look at Ye Chen, a smile flashed across his dark eyes, and the coldness disappeared for a while.

Although the ghosts here don't regard themselves as ghosts, they instinctively want to get close to the golden ball of Jiang Zhushui.

The little devil glanced around, and thought that Jiang Zhushui was indeed a sweet potato, and it seemed inappropriate to put him in a haunted den like this.

With a thought in his mind, his fingertips moved slightly, and a wisp of devilish energy quietly climbed up Jiang Zhushui, forming lines of devilish energy, and finally branded under Jiang Zhushui's collarbone.

There was a burning sensation from the magic pattern imprinted on the body, the man's long eyelashes trembled, and his eyes fell on Ye Chen.

The magic pattern hid the golden light and purple energy, and the ghosts around Jiang Zhushui gradually left. They returned to their stalls, greeted other villagers, and did not give Jiang Zhushui any more eyes.

Ye Chen curled his lips, and his smile was wanton, with a hint of provocation.

Jiang Zhushui caressed the magic pattern through his clothes, it was the magic language, and the intense burning sensation made him easily recognize the meaning of the magic pattern - it was the name of the little devil king.

It means, the property of the Demon King.

The author has something to say:

Ye Chen (with arms akimbo): Put a stamp on it, so as not to be eaten by those who don't have eyes!