"Boy Fu, please tell me honestly? Are you a gay man? Otherwise, why would you not be able to bear to be beautiful and keep holding me in your arms!"

This fat cat!

As soon as there was no one, I started to be proud and humble.

"I think you're itchy! Fly away! Pikachu Bear!"

Fu Yang flew up and kicked the fat guy on the butt. It immediately flew out like a shell and fell into the grass not far away...

"Brother Fu, I and you are not finished!"

Master Xiong's angry voice was still retracting in the air.

Then……

Bang!

Meow!

Ouch!

The screams of cats and people rang out at the same time...

Fu Yang was shocked: "Damn! Did it really hit someone? The weight of a fat cat is so big that it will fly out and hit someone. If it were an ordinary person, it would probably be damaged."

He quickly ran over, opened the grass in front of him and took a look.

I saw a young Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe, and the fat cat Xiong, lying in the grass, respectively, covering his head with both hands, crying and crying and crying.

He was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pretty face and even a little angry. He was wearing a black and white Taoist robe and feathered dress, black cloth shoes, long hair tied into a Taoist bun, and fixed it with a hairpin. Behind him was a magic sword.

It is obvious that he is undoubtedly a disciple of the Laoshan Sect.

"It hurts so much! It hurts so much! What the hell is it? It almost smashed my head."

The young Taoist priest was full of tears and tears.

Uh... nonsense! Can it not hurt?

A big fat cat weighing dozens of pounds fell from the sky and hit the head. It would be strange if it didn't hurt.

When Fu Yang saw this man and the cat, there was a big red bag on his forehead - it was obvious that the two guys had a close contact with each other just now!

"It's over! Boy Fu, you're in trouble. Do you know that the disaster is coming? He actually threw me out and hit me on such a hard stone. Oh, hey... I've got such a big bag. If this thing has a concussion, my only demon immortal in history cannot recover to its peak. Can you bear the blame?"

The fat cat closed his eyes, hugged his head, rolled around in the grass and made a loud noise. Where did he have the slightest demeanor of a demon king?

Originally, the young Taoist priest covered the big bag on his head, and felt a little aggrieved and tears were filled with tears - this could definitely be said to be an unpredictable disaster!

But when he saw Mr. Xiong, the "culprit", crying in this way, he was stunned and forgot to shed tears.

Damn, he was just hit on his head, and it hurt so much, but it didn't seem like he was stabbed a few times, so he screamed so miserably, right?!

Fu Yang and the little Taoist priest of Laoshan were stunned when they saw Mr. Xiong rolling around like a ball on the grass and screaming in pain.

After a long time, the little Taoist priest suddenly woke up: "This... This is a talking cat monster? Oh my God! Is there really a monster in this world that can speak human words? But the sect's classics say that monsters are powerful and can only be transmitted through their spiritual sense. Why... "

"Ah!? You, who are you? When did you stand next to me?"

The little Taoist priest discovered Fu Yang, and then woke up from his dream. He covered the big bag on his head and took a few steps back. He stared at Fu Yang vigilantly.

Well……

Fu Yang was speechless.

"Is this a fool?" Is the reaction so slow and dull, and the reflex arc is too long?"

He looked at the little Taoist priest and smiled on his face: "Don't be afraid, this little Taoist priest. I am a disciple of the Maoshan sect. I have a friend in your Laoshan sect. I have been passing by here recently, so I want to visit me. My demon pet was disobedient just now and accidentally hit you when I was naughty. I apologize to you."

As he said that, Fu Yang spread his hands and a blue halo spiraled on it.

The little Taoist felt the breath of spiritual power, and the expression on his face relaxed a little, and nodded: "It is indeed the breath of a fellow Maoshan Sect. Xiao Dao Mingxuan has seen this senior."

Fu Yang naturally smiled and replied with a gift.

Since I met a disciple of Laoshan Sect, it should be easier to enter the mountain gate of Laoshan Sect?

At this time, a voice next to him interrupted the harmonious atmosphere between the two...

"Senior! Little Taoist priest, I told you not to be deceived by him. He just kicked me away and hit me... Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo

Master Xiong is so angry.

Just now, Fu Yang covered its mouth hard and prevented this guy from saying it. Otherwise, his image as a senior would collapse in front of this little Taoist priest in Laoshan School...

In any case, after a conversation, Fu Yang and this little Taoist priest named Mingxuan were temporarily familiar with each other.

However, he was just an ordinary disciple of the Laoshan Sect. He asked him about the news about Wu Jian and did not gain anything.

Mr. Xiong asked carelessly while picking his nose: "I said little guy, aren't you afraid of being discovered from the sect and traveling to the scenic area outside?"

"That's nothing. Anyway, there are Taoist temples in the scenic area. They are all outside disciples of my Laoshan sect. This can be made public to the secular world. If you are seen, I will pretend to be an ordinary Taoist priest without magic power. What's the matter? Are you stupid, fat cat demon?"

Mingxuan probably doesn’t understand Xiong’s cruelty, so he dares to complain about it!

Sure enough, Mr. Xiong was so fat cat angry.

He looked around for a few seconds, grabbed a stone as big as a fist and smashed it hard on Mingxuan's butt...

Ouch!

The little Taoist priest covered his butt with his hands, grinning in pain. He turned his head and stared at Master Xiong incredibly: "You, you... you have activated your spiritual cultivation creatures. Why, how could he be so naughty? He actually hit me with a stone, hit me..."

His pretty little face turned red, and he seemed to be unable to speak that word.

Fu Yang could only pat Mingxuan's shoulder helplessly: "Okay, okay, Xiao Ming. Don't make trouble with me, the demon pet. Otherwise, you will definitely suffer a loss. Even I don't know much about it."

"Hmph! Just a demon pet, how dare you be so arrogant? Senior Fu, do you not discipline your pet? Or I... ah... I don't dare, brother Cat demon, I was wrong."

Before he could finish his words, he saw Mr. Xiong pretending to behave again. The little Taoist priest quickly covered his mouth with his hands, not daring to talk more.

It made Fu Yang laugh.

The two of them walked slowly and soon arrived at the hillside of Laoding.

There is a pavilion in this place that looks quite dilapidated. A lonely mountain gate, the red paint on the walls is a bit mottled and weathered. The glazed tiles on the roof have also had cracks. Today is over)
Chapter completed!