The old raccoon wanted to die. Although the national teacher of Dongsheng was young and looked harmless, he was actually very capable. He even knew that all nine of its hairs were on its head.
Was it just exposed accidentally?
When was the spell cast on it? Why can't I feel anything at all?
I finally understood why the old snake spirit was killed. It was because it was too powerful. Ordinary mountain spirits and monsters were no match for it.
From now on, this world will probably have to obey her orders, and the era of the high priest's rule will be completely over.
I feel so stupid! I have no ability, why would I want to avenge the high priest? How can someone who can't even beat him think he can do it?
It has no idea of its own limitations. It has followed that old snake and done many evil things. There is no way the Imperial Master will let it go.
If it hadn't come to Dongsheng, it would have left Nanyun Palace and returned to its old cave to continue its cultivation. It would still be a happy and carefree old raccoon cat and would never have died here.
It was too stupid to think that it could defeat a two-year-old child with its limited skills.
It's wrong.
Even if it practices for another five hundred years, it will still be no match for this child.
Their strengths are not at the same level at all. When the higher dimension suppresses the lower dimension, there is no need for physical action, just words will do.
The golden hamster was very lucky. Meeting this baby was a blessing it had earned in its lifetime.
Unlike me, I was so stupid that I lost my life in a confused state.
Unable to move, with the hair on its head being pulled back and forth by the little girl, the old raccoon wanted to die. He had never been humiliated like this in his life. He was pressed on the head to find the hair on his body that could save his life.
After searching for a while without success, Naituanzi asked in a baby voice, "Where's Mao? Where did he go?"
The old civet cat wanted to resist, but he had no strength at all, as if he was being pulled by dozens of people and couldn't move at all.
The six hairs on the head represent the six lives it still has. It’s okay even if the other five are pulled out, but the most important one cannot be pulled out casually.
That is the main life hair, and the other eight are secondary life hairs.
If the life hair is pulled out, its spirit and soul will be destroyed, and its body and soul will disappear.
"Master! Please spare my life! I will serve you as my master in the future and will never regret it."
Naituanzi ignored her and just looked for the fur she wanted seriously.
There are at least thousands or tens of thousands of hairs on the old civet cat's head, and it is not easy to find six of them.
Fortunately, she was patient and picked them out one by one.
The black-haired boy watched from the side and felt that his master was really playful. It would not be easy for him to find the civet cat's hair. He just needed to put pressure on him and make it hand it over voluntarily.
I have to pick them out one by one myself, and it will take me forever. I won't be able to sleep tonight.
Milk ball was still digging, and seemed to enjoy doing this job very much, talking while digging.
"Where is Mao? If he doesn't come out, kill him, kill him, kill him."
As soon as she said kill, the pressure from the charcoal-headed man immediately appeared, and he rushed towards the old raccoon cat, forcing it to hand over its hair voluntarily.
Feeling the dragon power of the charcoal head, the old raccoon cat was really scared and trembled with fear. I didn't expect that the black boy next to the baby was actually a dragon. The pressure was so severe that it was no wonder that the old snake demon was no match for the national teacher.
It's dead tonight.
"Hand over the other six hairs, or I will kill you without mercy."
Black Charcoal Head originally had a bad temper and was fierce. He did not try to hide his brutality and cruelty towards the old raccoon cat.
The old raccoon didn't want to die, he wanted to live: "I can hand it over, but I want to live. As long as you promise not to kill me, I will definitely hand it over."
[You are not qualified to bargain. Your life is in my hands. What if you don't hand it over? I have plenty of ways to kill you. Once I destroy your soul, your few strands of hair will naturally fall into my hands.]
Black-haired cat repeated his master's words, and the old raccoon cat was filled with resentment.
"Since you don't intend to let me go, why should I hand over the hair? If you have the ability, you can find it yourself, don't ask me."
"Humph!" Naituanzi was angry. He let go of the old raccoon's head and threw it aside, pointing at it, "I. Want. To. Burn. You."
As soon as she finished speaking, before the old raccoon could react, he felt his whole body burning, as if it was on fire.
In fact, there is not a single spark on its body, which is the cleverness of the baby in front of us.
It wanted to hold on and not give out any more hair, but it felt its body getting hotter and hotter, as if it was going to die from the heat.
"National Master! Collect your magical powers! I will give you the rest of my hair."
A chubby hand was stretched under its nose, and a milky voice sounded above its head: "Give it to me!"
Enduring the discomfort, the old civet cat plucked off three hairs with one claw and placed them on the white and tender little palm, then plucked off two more with another claw.
The other hair is its lifeblood, so you can't give it up easily or it will die.
"Master! I can't give you the remaining one."
Naituanzi took a look at it, threw all five hairs in his hand into the Qiankun bag, and stretched his hand in front of the old civet cat.
[I don't care, you must give your life to me, or you will die.]
Jinglan sneered at the side: "If you don't give it to me, you will die. You can't keep what the national master wants."
The old civet cat stared at Chu Xiaoxiao: "Master, are you really going to force me into a dead end?"
The little girl nodded seriously and insisted, "Give it to me!"
"No." The old cat was extremely angry. "The Imperial Master is pushing me too far. I've already given you eight lives, but you think it's not enough? Why are you trying to kill us all? I'm going to drag you down with me."
It suddenly stretched out its front paws to grab the milk ball's eyeballs. Such watery, black big eyeballs were really rare. It wondered what they would taste like when they were eaten, and whether they could clear the heat in the body.
Of course it can be done. Her body may be more nourishing than that of a golden rat.
The claws were raised and stretched to within a centimeter of the milk ball's black grape-like eyeballs, and suddenly they carbonized.
The fingertips broke off, and then the entire front paw carbonized and fell to the ground.
"Why is this happening? Why?"
The old civet cat couldn't believe what he saw. Its forelimb was gone. It was still good a second ago, and a second later it turned into charcoal and fell in front of its eyes.
The abilities of this imperial teacher were simply beyond its ability to deal with. The Golden Rat was right, it couldn't even have any malicious thoughts.
It will come back upon you.
After thinking for a moment, he pulled out his own hair and handed it to Chu Xiaoxiao.
The old civet cat said weakly: "Let me go! I want to live."
After its vital hair was plucked out, the old civet cat's vitality began to drain away rapidly, and it shrivelled visibly to the naked eye.
Then it became weak and lifeless, and finally dried up quickly and turned into a pile of bones.
A green bead, about the size of a glass marble, rolled down in the middle of the white bones. Naituanzi ordered Jinshu to pick it up and refine it to increase his cultivation.
The Golden Rat asked: "After a mortal cultivates immortality, can he use the inner elixir of a monster to improve his power?"
If possible, she would leave this inner elixir to her brother.
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