flstandardbreds Chapter 142 Disgraceful, Disgraceful to the Demon
Chapter 142 Disgraceful, Disgraceful to the Demon
Chapter 142 Disgraceful, Disgraceful Demon
While in the country, Zhuo Yang had already refined twenty Cold Spring Pills. Now that he was back home, he took advantage of the absence of distractions to quickly refine a large number of Cold Spirit Pills, preparing to use them during the counterattack.
There should be give and take, and Zhuo Yang will never allow the enemy to succeed in their sneak attacks time and time again.
The Samadhi Demon Fire was surprisingly effective at refining pills. In just three hours, he had refined 20,000 Cold Spirit Pills, and this batch of pills was of much better quality than the previous ones.
Xiao Rou squatted quietly to the side. She was less than 1.6 meters tall, and with her innocent little face, she really looked like a child who had developed too fast.
Fortunately, her cultivation level was not damaged, and she remained a Nascent Soul stage expert.
Zhuo Yang let out a long sigh of relief and was about to put away the Cold Spirit Pills he had just refined when he turned around and saw Xiao Rou squatting on the ground, holding a handful of Cold Spirit Pills and eating them like candy...
"Hey, Xiaorou, one pill costs at least 150,000!" Zhuo Yang almost shouted out loud.
Before she finished speaking, Xiao Rou threw another Cold Spirit Pill into her mouth.
Zhuo Yang seemed to hear the sound of money burning, and countless RMB banknotes were falling and burning in his mind like snowflakes.
"Waaaah, put it down right now!"
Zhuo Yang almost lost his temper. He rushed forward and snatched the Cold Spirit Pill from Xiao Rou's hand, along with the Cold Spirit Pill in the jade jar on the ground, and put them all into his Qiankun bag.
Money, it's all money!
"Wah..." Xiao Rou blinked at Zhuo Yang, then suddenly burst into tears, her cries shaking the heavens and earth, she even used her true energy.
Zhuo Yang felt a sweet taste in his throat and almost coughed up blood from the shock.
Fortunately, by helping Xiaorou heal her injuries, he also improved his ability to use demonic fire, which prevented him from being directly killed by Xiaorou's true essence.
Even a Golden Core cultivator can't withstand the power of a Nascent Soul expert's true essence!
"Here you go!" Zhuo Yang gritted his teeth and handed over a palm-sized glass bottle containing twenty Cold Spirit Pills.
Xiao Rou stopped crying instantly, smiled sweetly as she took the glass bottle, opened it, and threw a Cold Spirit Pill into her mouth.
150,000...
Zhuo Yang's heart ached.
In this lifetime, he had never spent money so extravagantly!
"It's very expensive." Zhuo Yang looked at Xiao Rou longingly and sighed helplessly.
Xiao Rou handed the glass bottle to Zhuo Yang, pouting as she said, "When Xiao Rou gets hungry, Master, just give me one more. I can eat a maximum of fifty... ten a day!"
1500000!
Even if I supported a hundred women, it wouldn't cost me this much money in a day!
Zhuo Yang was about to lose his temper.
Looking into Xiaorou's pure eyes, he sighed helplessly and waved his hand with feigned magnanimity: "Xiaorou, your master is the best person in the world. It's just a mere Cold Spirit Pill, eat as much as you want!"
"Really?" Xiao Rou's eyes turned cold.
"Really...really." Zhuo Yang's heart bled.
"Can I eat a hundred of them a day?" Xiaorou asked, blinking her eyes.
Zhuo Yang fell backward, knocking Xiao Rou unconscious on the spot.
Eating fifteen million a day, who can afford to feed you?
Finally, the two squatted on the ground and reached an agreement: Xiao Rou would receive ten Cold Spirit Pills a day, and Xiao Rou promised not to cry easily and to listen to Zhuo Yang.
Xiao Rou readily agreed.
"Heh, I'm raising a Nascent Soul stage daughter!" Zhuo Yang thought bitterly, gritting his teeth as he left the storage cave. Xiao Rou followed behind him happily, carrying a glass jar containing Cold Spirit Pills.
Leaving the cave, Zhuo Yang waved his hand and dispelled the Heavenly Thunder Locking Mist Array, and the starry sky reappeared, brightening everyone's hearts.
If the enemy dares to launch a sneak attack at this time, Zhuo Yang will make them regret it.
The enemy, hidden in the shadows, seemed to have no intention of attacking; the entire mountain was quiet.
"Wang Shanlong, no matter what tricks you use, I will accept them all!"
Zhuo Yang sneered and led Xiao Rou down the mountain. On the way, he suddenly stopped, and Xiao Rou bumped into his back.
Touching her forehead, Xiao Rou asked pitifully, "Master, why did you stop?"
Zhuo Yang suddenly turned around, squinting as he looked Xiao Rou up and down. "Why do you still have my Samadhi Demon Flame on you?"
I sensed it; the fluctuations of the demonic fire were very weak, but they were definitely there.
Xiao Rou scratched her head, pretending to strain, as if trying to sense something, then exclaimed in surprise, "Master, is this what you mean?"
The little hand is outstretched, and a ball of azure flame leaps merrily.
"You can control my demonic fire?" Zhuo Yang's brow twitched.
He could sense the demonic fire in Xiao Rou's hand and even control it, but Xiao Rou could also control it. In other words, Xiao Rou and he could share the demonic fire!
Could it be that because he used demonic fire to reforge her soul, he left the seed of Samadhi demonic fire within her body?
"Alright, the demonic fire cannot be used recklessly. Except for saving people and fighting enemies, it is not allowed to be shown as a toy!" Zhuo Yang said sternly.
If the Samadhi Demon Flame of a dignified demon lord were to be played with as a toy by a woman with the mind of a seven-year-old, wouldn't the little phoenix laugh herself to death if she found out?
Xiao Rou loved the Cold Spirit Pill so much that she immediately raised her hand and swore that she would never use it recklessly.
The two returned to the villa, where Little Diao and Little Black were waiting at the door. When they saw them return together, the two excited little demons happily surrounded them.
Xiao Hei's terrifying body frightened Xiao Rou so much that she hid behind Zhuo Yang.
"Damn it, a dignified Nascent Soul stage expert has been turned into a child by Wang Shanlong. How am I supposed to take her out to fight enemies in the future?" Zhuo Yang had a deep headache.
The thought of Xiaorou's adorable charge into battle gave him an even bigger headache.
Having no time to pay attention to Xiao Rou, Zhuo Yang stood with his hands behind his back and said indifferently, "Xiao Diao, Xiao Hei, I have an order for you to do something, and be quick!"
Little Diao nodded immediately, and seeing that Little Black was confused, it jumped on her head and tapped her.
Zhuo Yang chuckled and shook his head, saying, "This matter is handled by Xiao Diao."
Little Diao straightened his back, displaying the imposing manner of a minor demon leader.
Zhuo Yang's face darkened, and he said in a low voice, "You are a demon, so you can easily subdue mortal animals. I need you to catch rats, alive, and lots of them!"
"Pfft..." Little Diao's momentum immediately deflated. He hurriedly grabbed the writing board, not caring about neatness, and wrote quickly: "I won't do it, it's too embarrassing, no, it's embarrassing for the demon!"
Zhuo Yang sneered twice: "Two Cold Spring Pills as a reward. If you don't want to improve your cultivation and form a demon core to transform into human form as soon as possible, you don't have to go."
Xiao Diao sighed and nodded in agreement.
"Xiao Hei, you can't just sit idle either." Zhuo Yang looked coldly at Xiao Hei. "You need to help Xiao Diao train those rats. I need you to train an army of rats for me within three days. They don't need to fight, just be obedient and help me scout out enemy positions. If necessary, they can also do some sabotage!"
"Understood!" Little Diao raised his writing board, his sable face serious.
Great! The war is finally about to begin! This little demon has been going crazy from being cooped up for so long!
Zhuo Yang tossed a jade bottle over, which Xiao Diao caught in mid-air and immediately stuffed into her little backpack, nervously watching Xiao Hei as if afraid she would snatch it away.