MTL - Estranged-Chapter 120 Jiufang Changming, are you crazy!

Changing from a human to a dog, Zhou Ke seemed to quickly adapt to his current status.

Many people see this dark, cute-looking dog, but they will never connect it with a living person, let alone think that the soul in the dog's body comes from more than a hundred years later. He is also a murderous and frightening demon cultivator.

Right now, Gouzi is standing on Changming's shoulder, making all kinds of expressions at Yun Weisi that ordinary dogs can't do. He seems to have seen through Yun Weisi's intentions. He deliberately rubbed his fur against Changming's neck, and then showed his might proud of the style.

Yun Weisi's eyelids twitched.

He and Zhou Ke can be regarded as brothers in name. After all, they both worship under the same master, but one is a Taoist cultivator, and the other is a demonic cultivator. They can't beat each other. When Zhou Ke can dominate the Demon Sect, Yun Weisi is already the head of the Taoist sect. Even the head teachers of Wanjian Immortal Sect and Shenxiao Immortal Mansion at that time had to respectfully call him the first master when they met him, but the brothers and sisters have never dealt with each other face-to-face. Perhaps it was Zhou Ke's subconscious knot that caused the two The situation where the king does not see the king.

Yun Weisi may not have the slightest sympathy for Zhou.

In his opinion, the reason why the other party has fallen into today's situation is entirely their own fault. But he knew that although the master didn't show it on the surface, he still cared about this apprentice in his heart.

In other words, the four disciples all occupy a place in Jiufang Changming's heart, and if they can be saved, he will still reach out to save them.

Xu thought of Zhou Ke's tragic situation in Wanlian Buddha Land, Yun Weisi gave up his hand that was about to reach out, glanced at the triumphant Gouzi, and turned his eyes back to Changming.

"You want to sneak into the opponent's camp as a fox spirit."

If only the fox spirit was causing trouble, I would not stop it, but now the mastermind behind the scenes has not yet surfaced, the spirits raging in Hongluo Town, besides the fox spirit, there are also dream monsters, the enemy is dark and we are clear, the situation is complicated, Yun Weisi does not hope He goes on an adventure.

Although the fox spirit was removed, the inn was still in chaos. Many people were still in shock. They were afraid that the monster would suddenly appear from some corner.

Yun Weisi found the inn clerk, who was hiding in the back kitchen and shivering, when he heard them asking about Lao He's whereabouts, the clerk said: "He Langjun was taken away by Xing Butou early in the morning, how could he still stay here , you two have to go to the Yamen to have a look, hey, it’s okay to leave, his caravan had such a big accident, everyone didn’t sleep well, and He Langjun was crazy, sitting there silently, I kindly went over to ask him if he wanted a drink of water, and he looked up at me, his eyes were so creepy..."

Yun Weisi interrupted him: "What did he say when he was taken away?"

The man said: "He was talking nonsense, saying that the two gentlemen killed his daughter and other people in the caravan. How could this be possible? We all saw it just now. If it weren't for you two, we would all have died in those caravans." Under the hands of the monster!"

What's more, after Lao He lost his daughter, he described Luo Tuo as a lunatic. On the other hand, the two in front of him are as elegant as gods. Compared with the two, they have a high opinion, and the buddy is naturally inclined.

The two left the inn.

It was getting late, and the snow had accumulated another thick layer, and half of the boots sank when stepped on.

"Senior brother, let's split things up. You go to the yamen to find out the situation, and I'll go find the vixen's lair."

Although he called his senior brother on his lips, he unconsciously spoke in the original tone.

Yun Weisi knew that she couldn't stop him.

"Concentric bell, you take it."

Just then, Yun Weisi asked for an extra bell from Jiang Li, and he put the bell into Chang Ming's palm.

The palms of the two were put together, and the bell still carried the other person's body temperature, and it was a little warm in the hands, and it fit perfectly, even the wind and snow could not blow in.

"Call me if you need anything."

Before Chang Ming could withdraw his hand, Yun Weisi let go first. He took a deep look at the other party, then turned around and strode into the night.

The relationship between the two is very delicate. At first, Chang Ming misunderstood that they were Taoist couples, but later found out that they were not, but the ambiguous subtlety was still lingering.

Yun Weisi has affection for him, and this affection is deep enough that he can live and die together, and even die for himself.

What about yourself?

Chang Ming looked at the fox spirit's scratches on the back of his hand, and there was a faint burning pain there again.

Perhaps when he returns, there will be a clearer answer.

"and many more."

He called Yun Weisi to stop, picked up the dog and handed it over.

"It's inconvenient for me to take him with me, brother. If there's something wrong with Lao He, at least he has a sensitive nose, which can also come in handy."

Yun Weisi glanced at it with some distaste, didn't make a sound or object, and silently used **** to lift the dog over.

Gouzi was shocked: What is a sensitive nose, can it come in handy? Could it be possible to treat him like a dog? ! He is human!

Jiufang Changming, are you crazy!

The dog growled wildly, but Yun Weisi soon put a curse on his speech, he couldn't utter a single sound, he could only stick out his tongue in vain, his eyes widened, doing what he thought was fierce but others thought it was completely funny grimace.

He was picked up and walked away without any resistance, with his limbs hanging in the air, and it was useless to keep dog-planing in the air.

When the figures of a person and a dog disappeared from sight, Chang Ming spread his hands.

Lying in the palm of his hand was a white puppet in the form of a humanoid paper, with dried dark red marks on it, which was the blood he had just extracted from the fox spirit.

Even if the part of the memory is missing, the technique of controlling things and turning into gods is firmly engraved in his mind, and it has almost become an innate part.

He pointed and stood up in front of his chest, chanting a mantra in a low voice.

After a while, golden smoke rose from his fingertips, flowing into the puppet paper puppet, and the paper puppet's originally dull color gradually became vivid after being covered with a layer of golden light.

The dark red blood stains slowly melted into the puppet's body and disappeared. At the same time, the whole puppet turned into a light red color, like the rouge spilled on a girl's dressing table, and it had a charming beauty.

This paper figurine was completely different from the puppets that Chang Ming had made in the past. With the fox's blood on it, it was like a finishing touch, and instantly had its own vitality.

Chang Ming breathed lightly, and the paper man floated up from his palm, gradually expanded in mid-air, and became the height of a human body, and then floated close to Chang Ming, slowly blending into his body, completely becoming one.

Sun Wuxia stumbled out of the small door and happened to see Chang Ming turning his head.

He suddenly gasped, his eyes widened, and his face showed fear.

The person in front of him vaguely retains the appearance of Jiufang Changming, but it is different.

The chin seems to be a little bit sharper, and the face is paler. The back half of the hair that was originally frosty white has turned completely black, especially the faint redness at the corners of the eyes. It looks like another person.

If the other party wasn't still wearing Jiufang Changming's clothes, Sun Wuxia would never be able to recognize his identity, he would only think that he was another fox spirit.

Isn't he just a male vixen?

"you…"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Xue Hefeng poured it into his mouth, and Sun Wuxia choked, bending over and coughing violently.

When he raised his head again, there was no one in front of him.

Sun Wuxia stood there in the snow for a while in a daze.

Could it be that Jiufang Changming has the blood of a fox spirit?

No, no, he clearly wanted to pretend to be a fox spirit and go deep into the tiger's den!

But if he was found out, wouldn't there be no bones left, and those fierce and angry spirits would definitely tear him to pieces.

Forget it, what does this have to do with me, he is already a useless person, and a monk without an arm will be laughed at wherever he goes, right?

Sun Wuxia was disheartened and wanted to go back to the inn to rest. As soon as he stepped on the threshold, he heard the commotion and wailing inside. Just now, the fox spirit made a big fuss, and many people were injured because of it. In the tragic situation before his death, he retracted his foot that was about to cross the threshold, and grabbed his empty sleeve, Sun Wuxia gritted his teeth, turned around and sank into the dark night again.

…

A Rong was running wildly in the snow.

She is thin and small, a little girl who has been starving for a long time and finally starved to death.

This is the skin that A Rong found with great difficulty, and her companions laughed at her. They put a tall and handsome man in place, not a beautiful and charming woman, but chose this kind of newly dead human skin to possess. It looks skinny and bony. There is no color at all, and to the fox spirits who value appearance, Arong is just like a different kind.

But now she is very glad that she chose this human skin, at least she can run faster and her body is more flexible.

A Rong turned a corner and hid in a stable, not daring to breathe.

Those hungry and cold horses seemed to sense the intrusion of the alien, and they were a little restless for a moment. Arong suppressed his breath desperately, and shrank his body in the deepest corner.

"Where are people!"

"I just saw it!"

"I just said that something is wrong with that child. He starved to death a few days ago, how could he come back to life again? He was indeed possessed by a monster!"

"Go, look over there!"

The sound of chaotic footsteps came from far to near, wandering around, followed by the noisy voices one after another, and soon the crowd ran in another direction. Before Arong could breathe a sigh of relief, several people started to search the stables with lamps and shovels.

"People can hide here, come in and have a look!"

"Thankfully it's winter, otherwise it would be so stinky!"

"Okay, don't complain, that fox spirit should be injured, or else he wouldn't be running so slowly. Let's take him to the yamen to receive the reward, isn't it?"

"You are not afraid of being retaliated by its kind..."

Two or three people chattered, the swaying lamp shadow was getting closer and closer, Ah Rong was so frightened that her breath froze, the snow fell on the tip of her nose, and she dared not move.

One step, two steps, three steps.

She hides behind the woodpile, as long as the oil lamp is close, her shadow can be reflected.

"who!"

There was a sudden movement outside, and the three of them turned their heads suddenly, turned around and chased them out.

Before Ah Rong could react, his body was lifted up.

She was about to yell, but she felt a familiar breath and her mouth was covered.

"Don't call, I'll take you out." The man whispered, his chest vibrated with his voice, and even Ah Rong's back buzzed.

The other party's voice was something she had never heard before, but Ah Rong could recognize the same kind of breath, she nodded, and the other party let go, she did not yell.

A Rong found that the other party seemed to have a high level of cultivation, without dust on his feet, and floated past the wall. Even though he was very close to many people, they didn't realize that the two of them floated far away, and the other party took her with him until they approached the suburbs. Take refuge in a dilapidated house.

There is wind leaking from all sides, even the walls are half collapsed, and even the cold wind cannot be blocked. Naturally, no one lives in such a house.

The other party found a corner sheltered from the wind and put A Rong down.

"You are hurt?"

"It's okay, it's just a minor injury." Ah Rong raised his head in pain, "Who are you, why don't I seem to have seen you before?"

There are not many of the same kind in Hongluo Town, many of them are temporarily possessed by human skin, and their voices and appearances are different. A Rong thinks he recognizes most of them, but he has no impression of this person in front of him.

The other party turned around and took off his hood, with black hair and black pupils, long eyebrows and deep eyes, without any modification, so plain to the extreme, but people couldn't move their eyes.

A Rong was stunned.