"Hong Ling! High Priest! Why are you here? High Priest! So you didn't lose your soul? You just lost your body, right?"

The black-haired man didn't say anything. He really didn't dare to speak for fear that the old man would hear something.

Afraid that he could not imitate the old snake spirit's voice, the old man thought that the high priest's soul was damaged and he could no longer speak.

There was regret in his eyes: "I had hoped that the high priest would find the seven-colored fruit, refine it into elixir, and help Hong Ling and I ascend to immortality, but now it seems there is no hope.

How about we capture that imperial teacher, eat her and restore our lost soul power?"

The little girl rolled her eyes at the old man several times, not secretly, but openly in front of him.

The charcoal-headed man still didn't say anything, just looked at the old civet cat. The golden rat was the most angry, and rushed over to beat the old man.

"It's fine if you eat me, but you want to eat the Imperial Master. You are so shameless. I will beat you to death."

Naituanzi watched with great interest from the side. He took out a handful of melon seeds and started eating them while watching the fight. It was really fun.

Black Charcoal Head stopped to the side and watched. He was now a black snake spirit without hands, so he couldn't even eat melon seeds and could only watch.

Feeling that the owner is good or bad.

She was enjoying herself while eating melon seeds, but it was very annoying for her to have to smell the fragrance but not be able to eat them.

But she doesn't realize it.

Indeed, Milk Ball spit out melon seed shells all over the floor, and ate so much that his eyes narrowed slightly. He was very satisfied, but he was not very satisfied with the ability of the golden rat.

[Alas! Jinglan is still too young, she doesn't even know how to fight, and will suffer sooner or later if she just uses brute force.]

Black charcoal head: "......"

Master! Who can compare to you in terms of youth? A two-year-old kid came to this dilapidated temple in the middle of the night to watch mice fight civet cats.

"You little golden rat is quite powerful. Can you beat me in a fight? Don't you know I have nine lives?" The old civet cat dealt with the golden rat easily, almost teasing it.

Jinglan has never fought with anyone. When living in Kunlun Mountains, it was the darling of the family and no one would bully it.

After leaving Kunlun Mountain, he didn't encounter anyone stronger than him along the way. When he arrived in the capital, he was rescued by Young Master Liu San. Then he met the Imperial Master and was thrown into that small world to practice.

The national teacher told it to deal with the old civet cat, and if that didn't work, just run away. But it refused to run away, and insisted on dealing with the hateful civet cat. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that couldn't be missed.

"I'm not afraid even if you have ten lives." Jinglan fought based on instinct, not caring about methods or techniques, "Today I must beat you to death and take all nine of your lives.

Who told you to eat the Imperial Master? The Imperial Master is my lifesaver. It's okay for you to eat me, but you must not eat her.

You can't even have such a hateful thought. If you have it, you deserve to die. If you dare to say it out loud, you deserve to die even more."

Jinglan was distracted by the old man's palm on her back, which was burning. She turned her head and her eyes were full of tears, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall, with a fierce expression.

This is the first time in my life that I’ve been beaten so hard.

She is angry.

Very angry.

Instantly exploded.

"You dare to hit me? How dare you hit me? My father, mother and brother have never hit me, why do you hit me?"

The old man thought the girl in front of him was a fool: "Why? Why? Of course the strong are respected. My kung fu is better than yours, and my cultivation is deeper than yours. What's the point of beating you?

I will take you in later and use your spirit to repair mine. This is the little value you can provide after living for so many years."

The Golden Rat stopped talking and concentrated on dealing with the old man. She couldn't be eaten. She had just found her brother and hadn't spent enough time with him. How could she be eaten by someone?

If she were gone, what would happen to her brother? He would be sad living alone in the human world without the company of his family.

He has a wife, son and grandchildren, but human life span is extremely short and he cannot always be with his brother. Only she can stay by his side.

Her brother has already started to meditate and practice, and she has given him a lot of elixirs. As long as he works hard, immortality will not be a problem.

Jinglan had no practical experience and was punched several times by the old man.

Tears came out of her eyes due to the pain, but she didn't cry or give in, and continued to fight with the old man. She couldn't be too weak, she had to learn to protect her brother, just like her brother protected her when she was a child.

"You can't beat me, why waste your energy?"

The old civet cat kicked Jinglan away, and she landed right at the feet of Heitantou.

"High Priest! You enjoy it first." The old raccoon cat respectfully made a "please" gesture to him, "The golden rat clan is the servant of the gods. Eating it can repair your lost soul."

The charcoal-haired man looked coldly at the golden rat that was lying on the ground, dying, and then returning to its original form, and still said nothing.

The old civet cat was very confused. He clearly sensed the familiar aura of the high priest. Why was his temperament completely different now? Was he not the same person?

But why does he have the aura of an old snake spirit?

Black charcoal head: "......"

That’s because I ate the old snake spirit’s inner elixir, so naturally I have its aura on my body.

[Black Charcoal Head! Quickly send spiritual energy to the Golden Rat. We must let it get up and fight again.]

The little kid was eating melon seeds, and the shells were flying all over the floor. The old raccoon felt even more strange: "Hongling! When did you start liking to eat melon seeds? I didn't see you messing up Dongsheng Jingdu when you went to Baihua Tower, and you learned this?"

"snort!"

Hong Ling, who was pretending to be Naituanzi, didn't say anything. She continued to eat melon seeds and arrogantly spit the shells on the old civet cat.

The old civet cat was not angry at all, but sighed: "Why don't you talk to me? Do you think I'm incompetent? Didn't I go to the capital with you to make arrangements? To avenge the high priest?

You have wronged me. I deliberately arranged for a wild monk to sell harmful talismans in order to disrupt the wealthy families in Dongshengjing City, make them dependent on me, and contribute their lifespan to me.

Unfortunately, it was ruined by the national teacher. That two-year-old girl is too powerful. No conspiracy or trick can escape her eyes. We can't go on like this. We must find a way to kill that girl."

Chu Xiaoxiao: “…”

You are so vicious! You said you wanted to kill me right in front of me. You can't live like this.

She continued to crack melon seeds and spit the shells on the old civet cat. Unconsciously, a magic circle had been set up, and the old civet cat was unaware of it.

While the old raccoon cat was talking to his master, Black Charcoal Head took the opportunity to clumsily pull the golden mouse in with his tail, block it, and supply it with spiritual power bit by bit.

The golden rat, which was originally in pain and about to die, suddenly felt warm all over, as if it was being hugged by its brother or by its parents, and felt extremely comfortable.

The pain in my body quickly subsided, and then I felt full of strength.

She couldn't die, she had to get up and fight.

At this moment, her mind was very clear. She suddenly remembered the scene when her brother took her to practice martial arts when she was a child. Every move was engraved in her mind.

She stood up and did a front flip, and turned back into her adult form: "Old raccoon cat! Die!"