The rat spirit raised his front paws, swung towards Liu Lang, put it down again, and his voice choked: "Master, the disciple is not filial, and he failed to protect the master well." ”

Liu Lang's eyes couldn't stop rolling out of tears.

This rat spirit is so fucking affectionate, even if he will always be a rat in this life, he can't be bullied by others.

The ceremony was very sloppy, but Xu Jia was happy to watch it on the side, and before the rat spirit finished worshipping, he bent down and hugged the rat spirit, touched the head of the mouse spirit with a smile, and said with an innocent smile: "Giggles, it's so fun, the mouse apprenticeship, it's really interesting." ”

Xu Jia tilted his head, stared at Liu Lang, and asked, "Everyone who is a master has a sect, what are you?" ”

Liu Lang's mood was extremely complicated, looking at the rat spirit, with a mouth, he couldn't speak.

The rat spirit did not be injured by the innocent whip, let alone made any requests, it seems that he has recognized Liu Lang as the master in this life.

Liu Lang felt guilty in his heart, if he hadn't brought the rat essence, the rat spirit might not have become like this.

I just turned into a human form, and I haven't taken out my body to soak a few girls, and it turned out to be like this.

To tell the truth, Liu Lang felt very uncomfortable, and when he heard Xu Jia ask, he sighed softly.

"Hey......"

Liu Lang put away the metamorphosis bones for the rat essence, and suddenly a word came to mind in his mind: pie.

The avenue of the world, whether it is humans, ghosts, gods, or demons, but among the three realms, people are divided into Tao, witches, and Buddhas, and this is the number.

Liu Lang thought to himself: Although he has not seen many gods and demons, if one day he can be able to distinguish between each other, a peaceful one, relatives and friends will not be separated. It would be nice if there were no deaths and no killings.

Liu Lang gritted his teeth, and suddenly felt that his chest was full of pride.

"Okay, since Xu Jia mentioned it, then I'll call it pie, and peanut. He is the first generation disciple of the Liuhe School. ”

When he said this, Liu Lang felt like he was watching martial arts.

But Liu Lang didn't feel any abruptness.

When Xu Jia heard this, he tilted his head and pondered for a moment, clapped his hands and laughed: "Okay, good, pie, that uncle is the founding patriarch of pie." And the rat is the big disciple. ”

In the void, Liu Lang, a third-rate student from a second-rate university who has not yet graduated, has inexplicably embarked on a path that ordinary people cannot reach.

The rat spirit was held in Xu Jia's arms, quite uncomfortable, and struggled twice but did not break free.

The rat spirit was a little unhappy. He shouted, "Master, let the child let me down." ”

Liu Lang looked at Xu Jia and liked the rat spirit so much, grinned, and asked, "Xu Jia." Do you like peanuts very much? ”

Xu Jia nodded again and again: "Mmmmmmmm ”

Sideways. Xu Jia was touching again.

Liu Lang's heart moved, and he asked again: "This and that, I don't have that much time now, can you help me take care of peanuts?" ”

Xu Jia listened. Without even thinking about it, he patted his chest and immediately said, "Of course, of course, if your apprentice has any losses, just come to me." ”

When the rat spirit heard this, he immediately stopped doing it and shouted, "Master, how can I, how can I, be held by a fart child all day long? I—I'm still a goblin who has been cultivating for nearly a hundred years, right? ”

Liu Lang didn't care, now the rat has lost its cultivation, except for its size, it is not much different from ordinary rats at all. If there is no one to take care of it, it is very dangerous.

And Liu Lang still has his own thoughts, after all, this Xu Jia is a fire boy, no matter how bad it is, ordinary people can't deal with it, with him taking care of the rat spirit, it will naturally be more safe.

If Xu Jiayi is happy, he may be able to leak a piece of heavenly opportunity and make the mouse rejuvenate and cultivate.

Liu Lang didn't pay attention to the dissatisfaction of the rat spirit at all, waved his hand, and said with a stern face: "Peanut, Xu Jia is a fire boy!" ”

The rat spirit was silent, and after a long pause, he asked with a hint of pleading, "Master, if you have time, can you not take me home to see, I—I miss my grandfather." ”

"Your home? How? Is your grandfather still around? ”

As soon as Liu Lang asked this, he suddenly felt a little speechless.

People are goblins, it is possible to live for thousands of years, how can there be no grandfather.

The rat spirit crawled in Xu Jia's arms, nodded his head, and said, "Master, in fact, I ran out secretly this time, grandpa and I can't cultivate, don't let me come out, the result is ......"

When Liu Lang heard this, his face instantly darkened.

"Peanuts, yes, sorry ......"

"No, no, Master, I didn't mean that, I just wanted to go back and have a look."

Liu Lang had no reason not to agree, and hurriedly asked, "Peanut, where is your home?" Master will definitely take you back after a while to apologize to your grandfather. ”

"Qilian Mountain." Rat Essence.

When I left the void hole, it was already the early morning of the next day.

The white of the fish's belly had risen in the east, and the whole cemetery was obviously desolate and terrifying, revealing an eerie atmosphere.

Liu Lang looked left and right, but did not see the old man guarding the tomb, and his heart was full of joy, and he secretly went down the mountain with everyone.

Because Zhao Erdan and Xu Jia have the same fate, the two of them must stay together all day, and they can't leave each other for too long.

Xu Jia couldn't put it down even more because of the rat spirit, and even hugged it when he ate and slept.

As a result, a strange combination appeared in Yanjing City.

A big rough-faced man with no fingers in his left hand, always followed by a strange child holding a big mouse.

And this strange combination, no matter where it goes, the return rate is not a hundred, but there is also ninety-nine.

But when Liu Lang left Xishan Cemetery, the sky was just dawning, and there was not even a bus.

It is more difficult to take a taxi in this kind of place than to climb to the sky, Liu Lang has just recovered his body, and he is too lazy to move, so he and Zhao Ertang squatted at the bus stop and waited for a while, and finally waited for the first bus to go to Yanjing City.

The bus in the morning was empty, and the driver saw that this strange group was waiting at the bus stop of Xishan Cemetery so early, and there was a hint of horror in his eyes.

The driver glanced at Liu Lang and the others, but he didn't even dare to say anything, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed back at a speed of two hundred yards.

The early morning in Yanjing was already slightly cool, especially in the car with the windows open and speeding at high speed, there was a wild feeling.

However, the bus ran wildly for three or four stops all the way, and suddenly there was a creak, and a sudden brake almost threw Liu Lang and the others out.

Although Zhao Erdan came back to life again, his temper was still like that, he almost hit the seat in front of him, and scolded: "Damn, what are you doing?" ”

The voice of the trembling driver came from the front: "There is a person lying in front and in front, covered in blood and ......" (to be continued~^~)