Chapter 233 The Fox Clan Heroine's Jedi Counterattack 5
Jia Luo sneered: "The demon tribe is not my creditor."
Ah Yan touched his nose guiltily: "Then...you become a creditor to the demon tribe? I will let them steal the sword to support you in the future!"
It is impossible to work, and it is impossible to work in this life. The only way is to let the demons steal the swords of the wicked swordsmen and barely survive!
"Jiuyan!"
There came a voice of Jiaqi calling from outside.
Ah Yan said solemnly: "I leave it to you!"
She transformed into a demon and flew out in two whooshes.
Not only Jiaqi was looking for her, but other Buddhist disciples were also searching for her everywhere.
A Yan came out from a rockery. Jia Qi saw her and rushed over quickly, "Donor Jiu Yan, where have you been hiding? We've been looking for you for a long time!"
Ah Yan yawned lazily, stretching out her pink paws, "I took a nap. Why are you looking for me? Are you afraid that I will run away? I am not a prisoner of your Buddhist sect, it is impossible that I don't even have this little freedom, right?"
Jiaqi had a compassionate look on his face: "Donor Jiuyan has misunderstood. We came to find you because we were worried that something might happen to you. There was a big commotion outside, and Master was afraid that you would be captured by other demon tribes, so we came to see you!"
A Yan's fox eyes flashed.
It is known that the demons in the slave market at the foot of the mountain have escaped.
It is also known that she is most likely the little fox demon that everyone is looking for, and the young master of the demon clan!
It can be concluded that the Buddhist sect was not afraid that she would be captured by other demon tribes, but that she would be rescued by other demon tribes!
Otherwise, at this critical moment, what the Buddhist sect should do is not to come to her, but to implement their compassionate thinking and go down the mountain to protect other demon tribes!
However, the slave market was set up at the foot of the Buddhist mountain, so it is hard to say that there is no connection between the two...
"Is this... blood?"
Jiaqi suddenly stared at Ayan's claws, as if thinking about something.
Ah Yan raised his paw and rubbed it hard on the ground, "It's blood. And it's the blood of your Buddhist disciples!"
Jiaqi's face changed drastically: "Donor Jiuyan, our Buddhist sect is your savior, how can you hurt the disciples of the Buddhist sect?"
Ah Yan stretched out his claws and said nonchalantly, "But that man doesn't look like a proper Buddhist disciple, and he still has hair! As soon as he saw me, he wanted to catch me. I scratched him to protect myself!"
The Buddhist disciples who kept their hair...
Jiaqi had already guessed who it was, and his expression gradually returned to its previous expression of compassion.
He chanted a Buddhist name and said solemnly: "It seems that Donor Jiuyan has encountered a sinner of our Buddhist sect! This person is cruel and ruthless, and is a shame to our Buddhist sect! Miss Jiuyan, please don't go to his courtyard again in the future, lest he loses control and hurts you again!"
Another sinner...
Ah Yan put on an attitude of getting to the bottom of things, "What sinner? Why is he a sinner? Tell me, if you can convince me, I won't come here again! If not, I will come here every day to scratch his big face!"
Jiaqi shook his head indulgently and sighed helplessly: "Donor Jiuyan, why do you have to delve into this? This matter concerns the secret of our Buddhist sect that has been passed down for thousands of years. Without Master's permission, I cannot tell anyone else!"
A Yan understood.
According to the rules of the novel world, the more a secret cannot be told, the more important it is!
But usually, the protagonist needs to spend his entire life searching for the answer.
A Yan... A Yan didn't intend to ask for an answer.
The way of heaven has its own laws, and she will know the answer when the time comes.
She just wants to give up!
What secrets are she digging out? She has nowhere to put her thousands of demon subordinates!
But in front of Jiaqi, she still pretended to be angry because she couldn't get the truth.
The fox straightened his neck and threatened: "If you don't tell me, I will find the answer myself!"
Jiaqi chanted "Amitabha" and watched the little fox jump onto the tree in a few seconds and disappear in the blink of an eye. He shook his head helplessly.
"A monster is still a monster after all, and bad habits die hard!"
He sent everyone away, hesitated for a moment, and walked into Gala's yard.
The yard was in a state of disrepair, with desolate and withered grass that had grown thickly over time, covering the already barren soil. The trees that blocked out the sun blocked most of the afterglow of the setting sun, and only a patch of red could be seen from inside, a bright color that seemed to be stained by blood and carried an unsettling aura.
There was an unpleasant, stuffy smell in the air, as if it had not been taken care of for hundreds of years, and cobwebs were hanging everywhere.
Jialuo was sleeping drunk on the stone table in the yard, looking unkempt, with messy hair hanging to the ground. At first glance, he looked even more miserable than the beggars at the foot of the mountain.
Hearing the noise, he didn't even raise his head and said coldly: "What are you doing here? Get out!"
Jiaqi smiled warmly, his posture was perfect as if he had been carefully trained, "Jiaqi came to pay his respects to Master Uncle. I haven't seen you for a few years, but Master Uncle is still as informal as ever!"
Jia Luo opened his eyes, his gaze swept across the arc of Jia Qi's lips that was almost strictly controlled, and he sneered: "A fake is a fake after all. No matter how much you imitate it, you are just a substitute in the end!"
The smile on Jiaqi's lips faded a little, and he clenched his hands silently.
In just a moment, he suppressed his smile, and the compassionate Buddha statue suddenly became gloomy, "Now my uncle is the substitute. After all, I have reached the position of a Buddhist disciple, and my uncle can only stay in this small courtyard and watch me snatch the glory that belongs to the Buddhist disciple! Uncle, I really pity you!"
Jialuo glanced at him calmly, not getting angry as he expected.
He seemed to have lost interest in this title, and Jiaqi's provocation could not arouse any emotional fluctuations in him.
"The glory of the Buddha..."
Jialuo murmured, his eyes were empty, his tone was cold and tired, "Being a Buddhist is not a glory, it is a responsibility. Unfortunately, you and your master think everything is too simple!"
Jiaqi lowered his eyes, with a bit of dissatisfaction on his young face, "Master uncle has bigger ideas, so he wanted to seek immortality with a demon girl. Unfortunately, humans and demons are on different paths. A demon is still a demon after all, and cannot bear the heavy responsibility!"
With a "swish", a leaf brushed past Jiaqi's face.
He didn't even have time to dodge and was cut, with blood immediately gushing out of his face.
"If you don't want to die, get out now!"
The aura around Jialuo was cold and sharp.
Jia Qi gritted his teeth and said, "Master, are you angry out of shame? Or have you been obsessed with that witch for hundreds of years?"
A cold and solemn aura enveloped Jiaqi.
In the blink of an eye, Gala appeared before his eyes.
His eyes were red, and he stretched out his hands to grab Jiaqi's neck, "Didn't your master tell you that I slaughtered half of the Buddhist sect? Do you also want to go down and accompany your master and uncles?"
Jiaqi felt a chill on his back and his breathing stopped.
At this moment, fear arose in my heart.
He was careless!
The master warned us repeatedly not to provoke Jialuo!
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