The villain is addicted to my furry

what!

Surprises always come too suddenly!

Damn weasel, is the sting exciting?

Zhou Yutang admired the wonderful expression of the weasel.

Tingque Pavilion is an espionage agency in the world of cultivating immortals, and its disciples are spread all over the Kyushu. Naturally, there are deceitful livelihoods all over the world-

- that is

It is a stronghold.

Presumably the largest auction house in the demon city is just one of them.

There are tens of thousands of visitors every day, and news spreads in all directions, not to mention the profit.It can not only collect information, but also make money.

Oh my god!

As the owner of the pavilion, I have never asked, let alone understood it in depth.Ashamed, ashamed.

"Young Master Xie said that you are missing, and the whole demon world is looking for you, why did you come to the demon market?" Wen Zhixin was panting, ecstatic, and didn't care about chasing Tianzhao back.

Zhou Yutang decisively showed the shame on his wrist: "I've been kidnapped!"

Those five words left everyone dumbfounded.

"But you don't need to save me." Zhou Yutang crossed his arms and said relaxedly, "I'm looking for an opportunity to fight back against the kidnappers.

Wen Zhixin: ...

Ah yes.

This is in broad daylight, in full view, and people come and go.

It doesn't matter if it's a fairy cultivator or a demon cultivator, a legend or a passer-by, as long as you bring the news of "I saw Zhou Yutang in the demon city, Zhou Yutang was kidnapped" to the Night Palace and bring it to Xie Yang, that is A huge super big favor!In the future, can't he be promoted to the top and become a holy envoy?

Therefore, the weasel led him to hide and hide, but he was exposed involuntarily.

Zhou Yutang had hypocritical sympathy on his face: "Da Huang, you are so hard."

Little Phoenix has emo'd for you...

The weasel looked around, the corners of its lips curled up slightly, showing a crazy grin.

Zhou Yutang's heart skipped a beat.

Well, is this old bastard going to kill everyone in Rakshahai City?

If so.

Zhou Yutang's eyes were stained with determination and sternness.

Even if his soul is scattered, he must desperately break free from the shackles of the "heart prison", and die with the old bastard!

Unexpectedly, the weasel smiled, and a brand-new idea came to his mind: "Listen, if you don't want Zhou Yutang to die, you can exchange it with the Burning Bone Sword, Ranchen Sword and Qingtan Yuqin!"

Zhou Yutang's heart trembled.

He doesn't want a few artifacts, he wants all twelve artifacts! ?

A disciple of Tingque Pavilion was extremely angry: "Old man, let go of the Pavilion Master!"

The weasel ignored him, grabbed Zhou Yutang's wrist, and flew up to the sky.

Zhou Yutang: "Although, that sword is called Niantang."

Weasel: "?"

"I miss you, Zhou Yutang's Tang."

Weasel: "...

Zhou Yutang looked at the stratus clouds flowing under his feet: "What do you do with all the twelve artifacts? Summon the dragon?"

"What?" The weasel didn't understand.

Zhou Yutang sighed lightly: "To deal with Xie Yang?"

"Him?" Weasel sneered, "I will get rid of him sooner or later, but not now. The most important thing for me now is to get a glimpse of the secrets of this world."

"Huh?" Zhou Yutang was a little confused.

The weasel looked at him and said: "An ancient scroll says that if you collect the twelve artifacts, you will open a new world.

Wait a minute, this is a bit too much information.

Zhou Yutang calmed down, forcibly suppressed the curiosity that was about to erupt, pretending to be calm and unconcerned, and snorted coldly: "Are you so kind?"

Ground Shuliang looked suspicious.

"I asked you all the way, but you didn't say a word, and now you suddenly tell me kindly, what do you want?" Zhou Yutang swept the old bastard up and down, raised his chin proudly, "There is no free lunch in the world, you let me I listen, I don't care to listen!"

It was rare for a weasel to be deflated at such an age, and his face turned blue. "Since you don't want to hear it, then I won't say it."

Zhou Yutang: "Whatever."

……

The weasel gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going to say it!"

Oh, male wolf!

Zhou Yutang smiled contemptuously and listened.

"The new world, from my understanding, is the realm of the gods." The weasel said enthralled, "it's a place that can only be reached by ascension.

Damn, could it be 2022?Is it a world outside of "Burning Bones"?

A peek at the secrets of this world, what secrets?The secret is that this world is a book, and you are a cannon fodder, you are the first boss on the road to blackening the villain Xie Yang!And the boss is pitiful and lacking in style, because you don't even have a name!

Zhou Yutang's mind was so wide open that he was caught off guard.Need Nuwa to make up

Zhou Yutang asked: "Then why are you arresting me? Just to take the artifact from Xie Yang?"

The weasel pretended to be mysterious: "Yes, not all."

Zhou Yutang didn't urge him, he acted like he liked to talk but didn't talk, so I didn't bother to listen.

Sure enough, the weasel quickly answered, "You are the son of luck, as long as you need it, the treasures of heaven and earth will appear in this world, and they will come to you by coincidence."

Zhou Yutang didn't know where to complain for a moment: "For example, Amaterasu?"

Weasel: "Such as seven volumes."

Zhou Yutang was startled.

Weasel: "I've heard people say about the Battle of the Sea of ​​Dead Souls. At that time, you were in the sin prison. The seven scrolls were after you, right?"

Zhou Yutang had no way to refute.Indeed.

Back then, when the seven volumes appeared, they really came after him.

Thinking back to the scene at that time, Zhou Yutang still feels puzzled. Logically speaking, the seven volumes should have gone to Jiang Xiaofeng, but somehow they came to him.

Maybe it's due to Phoenix's strong style, which made Qi Zongjuan ignore Jiang Xiaofeng, who has the aura of the protagonist above his head?

I don't understand.

Now being explained by the weasel, Zhou Yutang is the son of luck, and all the spiritual treasures in the world come here admiringly?

Am I sucking gems?

Zhou Yutang looked at the weasel who was strategizing: "How many artifacts do you have now?"

The weasel didn't hide it either: "The heart is locked, the sky shines on the bowl, the cloud-shielding umbrella, the ice-breaking lamp, and the dust-free sword."

Zhou Yutang was surprised: "Isn't Juechen broken?"

"It can be used even if it is broken." Weasel rolled his eyes angrily.

Zhou Yutang was really surprised this time: "You know it's fake?"

The weasel had a sense of humiliation of being underestimated: "That thing can only fool the ignorant juniors, but it can't fool me! Since it's fake, I'll leave it to Lu Zhanmian."

The weasel suddenly thought of something, and looked at Zhou Yutang with a malicious look on his face: "You ask me how many artifacts I have, and I'll forget it."

Zhou Yutang felt a chill run down his spine.

"Floating Dream Mirror." Weasel stared deeply at Zhou Yutang, "The treasure of Tingque Pavilion township is naturally in the hands of you, the pavilion master."

Zhou Yutang turned his face away, pretending not to hear.

Let's do the math!

Yehuo, Qingtan, Juechen, Niantang, Heart Prison, Amaterasu, Shading Clouds, Breaking Ice, Burning Bones, Floating Dream.

This is ten, and there are still two.

Zhou Yutang laughed and said: "If your goal is to collect all the artifacts, then you are out of luck.

The weasel was very interested: "Let's hear it."

"Tingque Pavilion belongs to Bai Xiaosheng in the world of cultivating immortals. Whether it is an ancient remnant or a long-lost solitary copy, there are treasures in Tingque Pavilion. After searching through the collection of books for tens of thousands of years, there is no whereabouts of the last two artifacts, let alone the whereabouts. I don’t have a name, where are you going to find it?”

Zhou Yutang began to gloat again: "Unless the Seven Scrolls and the Immortal in the Painting are the same, it will be useless."

It's a pity that the weasel was not misled by him: "The seven scrolls and the fairy in the painting, one is an ancient spirit treasure, and the other is an ancient evil treasure. They are not counted among the twelve artifacts."

The old bastard is not easy to fool!Zhou Yutang was thinking in her heart.

Seeing Yufeng's direction, Zhou Yutang couldn't help asking: "Where are you going?"

Weasel's eyes sneered triumphantly: "Go wherever you want, as long as you are here, am I still afraid that the treasures of heaven and earth will not appear?"

Zhou Yutang: "..."

Do you really think of me as a gemstone?

Ahead is the Eighteen Wildernesses, Zhou Yutang really doesn't want to go to that kind of harsh environment, but unfortunately he is now a bird hostage and can't help himself.Before entering the Eighteenth Wilderness, Zhou Yutang still wanted to add trouble to the weasel: "Don't say anything else, where are you going to find Ye Huoxiao? Once Rong Shangqing died, Ye Huoxiao also randomly scattered in a certain place in the world. Seeing me wandering around, Bieye Huoxiao couldn't be found, Xie Yang found it first."

It's a pity that the weasel has been in the world for a long time, like an old ginger, and Zhou Yutang was not angry: "I am so good at avoiding dust, but you reminded me."

"What?" The world of cultivating immortals has almost become Xie Lingxiao's territory, so it is really not easy to hide. "Weasel looked at Zhou Yutang and laughed, "Mortal Realm. "

There are fireworks in the world, and the world of mortals is boundless. The mortal world is not one of the most chaotic places.

Zhou Yutang was first brought into the Eighteenth Wilderness by the weasel, and wandered around in the Eighteenth Wilderness for half a day, personally experiencing the insanely harsh climate and environment here. At that time, Zhou Yutang vowed that he would never come again in his life.

Ye Huoxiao was not found in the Eighteen Wilds, and the weasel went to the Mortal Realm non-stop.

He was taken by the weasel to Jinling City.

The streets are lined with hustle and bustle, and a group of children surround the kite-selling stalls.

The sun is shining brightly and the sky is blue. It turns out that the deep winter has passed and the early summer has ushered in.

Holding a phoenix feather between his fingers, Zhou Yutang stabbed the weasel in the back while people were coming and going, rubbing their shoulders!

However, the weasel had been on guard for a long time, and easily grabbed Zhou Yutang's wrist bone, and then pinched it ruthlessly, and the wonderful sound of "cracking" bone cracked into the eardrum.

Zhou Yutang gasped, her eye sockets were wet from pain.

Weasel said coldly: "Ask for trouble.

"You have to be careful." Zhou Yutang shook the "golden bracelet" on his left wrist, "I will break away from this thing sooner or later, and when the time comes, you will die without a place to die."

The weasel smiled disapprovingly and said, "Then see who is faster."

The enthusiastic cries of peddlers came from afar, and Zhou Yutang squeezed the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, and with another "crack" sound, he restored the displaced bones.

As the weasel walked towards the stall, he warned sullenly: "Next time, I'll pick your soul!"

There is no doubt that this old bastard can definitely do such a small scene as peeling and cramping!

It can't be done easily without full confidence.

Zhou Yutang thought about it in his heart, looked at the "golden bracelet" again, and followed without saying a word.

The peddler smiled all over his face: "Guest officer, just pick whatever you want!"

This is a musical instrument stand, with everything you need to play, play and sing.

The weasel took a cursory look at it, but suddenly noticed something, and suddenly looked at a conspicuous place on the booth: "That."

The peddler was taken aback, and hurriedly handed over the jade flute: "Guest officer, you have a good eye. This jade flute is of the highest quality. Look at the appearance and texture..."

Nonsense, can the twelve artifacts be bad?

The brilliance is restrained, and the divine power is elegant.

"That's it." The weasel threw a bag of silver, and the peddler was ecstatic, "Thank you, sir, thank you, sir."

"Yehuo." Weasel played with Yuxiao, and looked at Zhou Yutang in a good mood, "If you hadn't reminded us, we wouldn't have come to Mortal Realm, and we wouldn't have met Yehuoxiao by chance—and said we weren't Qi Child of fortune?"

Zhou Yutang: "..."

I have an mmp in my heart!