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This punch also shocked Wen Ye secretly. He rubbed his fist and did not feel uncomfortable at all. However, the Black Feathered Duck that wanted to turn its body said that this punch was a solid one! I heard that a thousand years ago, there was an alcoholic, Liu Xianfeng, who was addicted to alcohol and couldn't stand up to it. Afterwards, the wine god, Du Kang, entered his dreams with a slight breeze and drank three bowls with him. Of course, this ridiculous and strange city gossip didn't believe him, but at this moment, he couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that there is an old deity coming to enlighten me in my sleep?

As for the literary works, they were not clear about it. The only thing that could be known was that he was truly blessed with godly strength at this moment! He shook off the dust on his body and limped over to the Black Feathered Duck. He picked up a rock and stuffed it into his beak. He said coldly, "Noisier."

Even though Wenye was shameless, he had never killed anyone before. Even though the demons here ate human flesh and drank human blood, his heart was full of indignation and he wished they could be eliminated quickly. However, when he was about to attack, he did not have the guts. He had never experienced something like a demon before, so he didn't know how to make a move. Looking at the wailing black feathered duck, then thinking about how fierce it was chasing just now, with its back still aching from being hit by the rocks, Wen Ye slapped the black feathered duck on the head one by one. He scolded: "Ugly thing, you dare to chase your Taoist lord, what should I do? You look like you want to eat people, and you still want to hit me? "I'm not afraid to tell you, although I have never killed a demon before, I can still use a hundred ways to make a demon suffer a fate worse than death …"

Suddenly, Wen Ye's entire body shivered as a rotten stench filled his nose. It was exactly the same as the one coming from the Black Feather Duck! He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stood up while his legs trembled. From the dense black bushes, scarlet eyes followed one after another as they walked out from the forest. The breath coming out of his nose was filled with a stench.

There were a total of eighteen of them. The Human-Faced Beast would entrap the literary industry in the center of the circle.

At this moment, Wen Ye finally understood that the reason why this damned thing had shouted out so loudly was not because of fear, but because it was calling out to its friends. Seeing that disgusting face, Wen Ye had ruthlessly kicked it once again, and even the big crow, who had wanted to show his arrogance when he had arrived, had been shocked by this sudden kick. It was as if he hadn't expected that at this extremely dangerous moment, this small path would still dare to hit him.

Suddenly, Wen Ye lifted it up by its wings. Taking advantage of the blood light and seeing the crow's head, Wen Ye smiled and asked: "Do you know why I hit you?"

The crow shook his head.

Wenye explained, "Idiot, tell me, what was your original purpose tonight?"

The big crow thought for a while, then said, "Xiang Tong."

Wen Ye laughed. "That's right! Even a little boy, but now the sun is rising. Where is the little boy that you're bringing back to the mountain? "If you can't bring back the incense, will Great Sage Ping Shan let you go?"

He thought of the great demonic strength of the Pingshan Great Sage, the crow who had been beaten up so painfully that he didn't even look like a bird, and now he began to piss in his pants. A fishy smell filled Wen Ye with helplessness, but when he looked at the ferocious faces of the monsters in front of him, he could only softly speak: "Look at you, you know that your King will not let you go, that Xiang Tong is a human being personally chosen by your King, if you don't bring him back, you will definitely turn into a black phoenix soup. However, your King doesn't know what a child looks like, so he is a human."

The raven looked up and down at Wen Ye and said in a low voice, "You are a human, too."

With a face full of smiles, Wen Ye put down the big crow's wings and praised: "You're really smart, wouldn't you be able to solve the problem by bringing me back?" Then he turned to the eighteen half-demons and said with a face full of smiles, "Fellow immortals, let's stop fighting. There are some who are very good at fighting, we have already reached an agreement … Hey, hey, why are you drooling … "Those on the other side, keep your teeth, they're seeping …"

When the eighteen half-demons appeared, Wen Ye understood that there was no way to run, and there was no Jian Wuchen. With Lingyun's cultivation, he could not fight them, and had to put his life on the line to escape.

However, Wen Ye did not expect that these eighteen half-demons would actually find a huge cage somewhere in the wilderness, even bigger than the one used by the big meat bun sold in Qingzhou City in the morning. The four half-demons walked with the four corners of the cage as they snorted, while Wen Ye's entire body was fixed by the ivy, and was sprawled on top of the cage. The Gold Leopard on the right side was constantly drooling while sniffing Wen Ye's left arm, and its eyes were filled with greed. The raven carried spring onions, ginger, garlic, and various other seasonings in a circle around the table. It even carved a large winter melon into the appearance of the Great Sage of Mount Ping.

Damn it, their relationship was like that of a gourmet.

Even after eighteen rounds of living, there was still not a single demon who found it strange. Along the way, the gongs and drums rang out. Those who did not know who was getting married were afraid that others would not know.

With a sad face, Wen Ye said to Crow: "I say, can we be a little quieter so that I can think about my life?"

The big crow nodded towards the leader of the group and shouted: "Up ahead, don't move too much. Otherwise, this person's brain wouldn't be so tasty."

He licked his face and said: "Don't worry, our Great Sage is rather picky. In order for him to eat well, before we return home, we will definitely take good care of the delicious meat …"

Wen Ye nodded her head. Lying on the basket, she looked resigned to her fate and asked, "How long until the cave dwelling?"

"We're here."

As the drawer shook, the sky suddenly darkened. Wen Ye noticed the words written on the wall.

"Ping Shan Ling!"

It was unknown how many monsters lived in this cave. The entire cave was covered with mud, and the stench was endless, and the water that had dripped onto Wen Ye's face made him retch; he didn't know how long he walked in the darkness until faint lights came from both sides. Only then did Wen Ye see his surroundings, along with the Great Sage Ping Shan who was sitting on a rock high above him.

The giant crow walked up to him with a framing look, but was kicked down. Great Sage Ping Shan looked at Wen Ye with his red eyes and shouted: "Come, light the fire."

Looking at the huge pot and the raging fire that had been waiting for a long time, he couldn't help but roll around and shout, "Did you guys eat the heart of a bear or the guts of a leopard?" "I am someone from Dragon Tiger Mountain. If you dare to even touch a single hair on my head, will Dragon Tiger Mountain not let you off?"

However, the Great Sage Ping Shan, who was hiding in the ravine, actually started drooling when he heard Wen Ye's shout. The crow was very smart and shouted towards the group of half of the demons: "What are you waiting for, go and find the heart of the king yet, he has the guts to make the wine and dishes for him!"

The Great Sage Ping Shan wiped off the saliva at the corner of his mouth and asked the crow: "Advisor, do you think this Dragon Tiger Mountain is delicious?"

The big crow pondered for a while, then said very seriously, "It should be delicious. If my King wants to eat it, I'll catch it tomorrow and roast it."

Great Sage Ping Shan waved his hand and wiped away the saliva on his mouth, "How can it be roasted? It should be steamed before it tastes good."

When Wen Ye heard the words of the two monsters that were really trying to figure out how to eat Dragon Tiger Mountain, he immediately cursed loudly. However, the Great Sage Ping Shan did not seem to hear it at all. The "liveliness" beside the pot made the Great Sage Ping Shan realize what was happening. Seeing that Wen Ye was so angry that he refused to back down, he was furious and snorted coldly at Wen Ye. Wen Ye suddenly felt dizzy and powerless. The half-demon, who was originally in a stalemate, smoothly raised Wen Ye up high and hopped towards the cage on top of the big pot.

Suddenly, two miserable wails came from the direction of the entrance, a black figure flew out from the entrance, accurately landing right in the huge cage, for a moment, the cave was silent, Wen Ye suddenly raised his head, only to see a familiar gentle and graceful figure stepping on the many half demon bodies on the ground, slowly walking over, pinching his nose.

"Little... "Little Raksha …"

The literary industry was immediately half surprised and half happy.