Five hundred and eighty-two, don't you think you owe me anything?
Zhu Lingwu lived in the Demon Prisoner Tower for nearly a month, and the Laojia Mountain finally appeared.
At first, Laojia Mountain did not dare to let Zhu Lingwu find its traces, but just hid carefully and secretly greeted the little white fox who was playing alone outside Zhu Lingwu's bamboo house.
But the little white fox also received Zhu Lingwu's warning, and thought of Laojiashan tricking Zhu Lingwu to the Demon Prisoner Tower. He was a little angry with Laojiashan and ignored it at all.
Laojia Mountain greeted the little white fox several times. Seeing that the little white fox completely ignored its existence, it also knew the possible reason. This time he not only lied to Zhu Lingwu, but even the little white fox was unable to leave the Demon Prisoner Tower.
So Lao Jiashan shook his head and blinked his eyes, then looked at Zhu Lingwu's bamboo hut a few times, revealing what it was thinking in his heart. Finally, it waved its tail and slowly crawled towards Zhu Lingwu's bamboo hut.
Zhu Lingwu naturally received the news from the little white fox. When the soul dreamed of the Zhulu was released outside the Zhulu, he noticed the actions of Laojia Mountain.
Zhu Lingwu couldn't help but say in his heart, "Okay, Laojiashan, you finally showed up! But how can you make this cunning guy obey?"
This time, Zhu Lingwu was deceived by this Laojia Mountain, but he no longer dared to feel relieved about this old guy.
I thought the little white fox had really gotten into contact with it, and Lao Jiashan should really take care of himself. I didn’t expect this guy to not take care of Zhu Lingwu for good things, but in such a thing, he thought of Zhu Lingwu. It was really hateful.
But from this we can also see that many of my little thoughts are really useless when facing this Laojia Mountain. This old guy will never give him any benefits easily.
What it can promise will only be what it can do.
Just like before, Laojia Mountain sent spiritual fruits and elixirs to Zhu Lingwu. Zhu Lingwu made spiritual fruit wine, but it was because Laojia Mountain also liked to drink, so that it could promise to send the raw materials for brewing. Of course, these raw materials were originally something that had no owner on Fuyang Xian Peak.
There are also many spiritual fruits and elixirs among them, and they were collected by the little white fox themselves when they were playing with Laojia Mountain.
Now, not only Zhu Lingwu cannot get out of the Demon Prisoning Tower, but even the little white fox cannot leave the Demon Prisoning Tower. He wants Laojia Mountain to take the initiative to deliver things in for a long time, even if it is willing to give it away, Zhu Lingwu dares not take it easily.
Who knows if it will hide something unsettling inside!
In Lao Jiashan's eyes, it is naturally a harmless joke, but if Zhu Lingwu really used these tricks and exchanged them with the demon cultivators in the village, what would happen? Zhu Lingwu would be unimaginable.
So Zhu Lingwu needs to think of a way to make Lao Jiashan take the initiative and willing to give him what he needs, or...
"Xiao Yanghuai, Xiao Yanghuai. Did you not let Xiao Daji play with me?"
The Laojia Mountain still changed into a giant pangolin animal shape. It climbed to Zhu Lingwu's bamboo hut, shook his head and exchanged left, and looked into the bamboo hut with his right eyes.
"Laojiashan, don't you think you owe me anything?"
Zhu Lingwu slowly got up from the bamboo couch, walked to the front of the bamboo hut, sat loosely on the threshold, and his feet swayed slightly. He looked at Laojiashan and said.
"Xiao Yanghuai, what do I owe you? Why don't I know!"
Laojia Mountain stood up like a human again, its tail swept slightly on the ground, and its face covered with scales showed an innocent look.
"Oh, Laojiashan, I was wrong. I shouldn't believe you. I shouldn't let Xiao Daji be friends with you. I should know that you, the oldest troublemaker in Fuyang Peak, do everything to satisfy your own playfulness, but completely ignore the consequences of others. Oh, by the way, you just want to see such consequences. Then you can satisfy your interest in teasing others, right?"
Zhu Lingwu's eyes did not look at Laojia Mountain anymore, but just looked into the village in the distance. It was about the afternoon of the afternoon, and most of the demon cultivators also left the village to work outside, either grazing, or taking care of the fields of Ling Valley, spiritual vegetables and spiritual medicine.
Zhu Lingwu's resentful tone made Lao Jiashan lower his head slightly when he heard it, and a pair of round eyes flashed from time to time.
"Xiao Yanghuai, I'm not teasing you! Are you not satisfied with that little Wuhua? Are you not satisfied with this master? Besides, this is the core of the entire Fuyang Peak. I have brought you to the core of Fuyang Peak. You will never have to worry about your status in the Chunyang Sect in the future!"
Laojiashan thought about it but then spoke up to Zhu Lingwu, as if it was really helping Zhu Lingwu.
"Hmph, but you didn't tell me that this demon-prisoning tower can only enter and not exit. Now I am likely to be controlled by the inner demon and completely lose my mind and killing wildly. Is this your true heart? My master, I am naturally satisfied, but this does not mean that I am willing to be locked up in this demon-prisoning tower. I think this is your conspiracy. You want my little Daji to stay in Fuyang Peak and play with you, right!"
Zhu Lingwu turned his head, deliberately made a gritting expression, and looked at Laojiashan and said viciously.
After hearing Zhu Lingwu's words, Lao Jiashan took a few steps back with guilt, turned around and looked at the little white fox who had already run over to watch the show, and then said, "This, Xiao Yanghuai, actually that, isn't that good in the Demon Prison Tower! Look, if you go to another place, you can find the environment here! In such an environment, let alone building a foundation, you may be able to cultivate all the way to the Nascent Soul and the God-turning cultivation. In this Demon Prison Tower, you don't have to worry about the inner demons or something. Isn't this great! You don't know what you will encounter outside, and you may die before building a foundation!"
"Then I don't want to be locked up here all my life. I'm not those demon cultivators!"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Lingwu stared at Laojiashan viciously and shouted, but Zhu Lingwu still controlled his voice. He did not want Wu Hua Zhenren there to know what was going on here.
"Oh, Xiao Yanghuai, don't do this! Okay, okay, I was wrong about this matter, but I really don't have the intention to play. I really want to find a good disciple for Xiao Wuhua! Besides, this Demon Prisoner Tower is really good!"
Laojiashan seemed to say a little aggrievedly, but its eyes were peeking at Zhu Lingwu's expression.
"Hmph, what's good here? You have to eat nothing and drink nothing. You should know that I like to drink and eat meat. Now, would you let me eat those tasteless days? It would be better to let me die! Humph, and you, you guy, will never drink the spiritual fruit wine I made again. I see if you can bear it!"
Chapter completed!