After wearing the book, I was forced to become a fake system

Chapter 508 Old Demon
"Dragon Horn?!"

Seeing the thing above Jia Xitong's head, the old man called Mo Lao walked over.

He checked her dragon horns with his rough fingers, and the eyelids that were half drooping opened at this moment.

"A small beast actually has a dragon horn that symbolizes the dragon clan. It's okay, you should keep it close. When Mozi awakens his magic power, he can grind the dragon horn into powder and give Mozi a practical use. It will definitely increase Mozi's skill!"

Then, the little raccoon who wanted to be a spy was taken away by the more powerful Moxiu as a tonic!
The small cloth bag she used to hide the secret, the Misu talisman in the bag, and all the magic weapons contained in the Misu talisman are all gone!
It was the first time she fell into this situation after traveling through time, and the real system, which had been watching and never actively interfered, reminded her:

[Hello tasker, the system would like to remind you: When your soul body encounters unbearable damage, you will die! 】

"Look at the problem... don't be so pessimistic."

After listening to it, Jia Xitong comforted him.

And she doesn't have nothing.

Jia Xitong waited for these demon cultivators to turn their eyes elsewhere, and she slowly let go of her curled up feet.

It's not like nothing.

She secretly stuffed the shrunken Wuxiang brush under her feet just now, but those idiot Moxiu didn't notice.

The Wuxiang brush is not only a sharp weapon against magic cultivators, but also a production tool.

"System, can I get some credit from you?"

【what? 】

"Paper and ink for drawing and transmitting musical notes."

Upon hearing this, Jia Xitong said quickly, "Let me use it first, and I will return it to you in a few days."

【…】

The real system did not answer.

After a second of silence, it suddenly made a sound, 【Tasker, the supporting character sitting in the corner is looking at you. 】

The sudden prompt from the real system made her look up.

When he raised his head, he looked directly at the man named Mo Lao.His eyes are indifferent, but with a vague sense of oppression, giving people a feeling of wanting to see through themselves.

He beckoned to a young Moxiu, "Go and check it again, look at its claws and the ground."

I rely on!

This is too sharp.

The little raccoon was picked up. Moxiu first checked the ground, and then began to check its little paws.

Fortunately, she was smart, and transferred the phaseless pen to her fur that was kneaded so fluffy and fried in advance.Of course Moxiu found nothing!
There is an element of luck in the first check.

The second inspection relies on strength.

But the other side is too sensitive.

Jia Xitong secretly called the real system in his heart, "Dear System, my good partner, I need you very much right now."

"Thinking of us being together all the way, how many cold winters and summers we have gone through, and growing up hand in hand, wouldn't you even lend me some talisman paper and ink?"

【…】

When it is needed, it is a good partner, hand in hand with the cold winter; when it is not needed, it is a transparent object, which is not as good as omniscience.

"My good system, why are you still hesitating?"

[Even if I give it to you, you have no way to use it. 】

It's impossible for her to draw on the spot.

"That's right, then you can lend me a sound transmission talisman, and when I go out, I will pay you back ten."

【…】

In the end, the real system was lent to the fake fine barrel.

Jia Xitong squeezed the sound transmission talisman he had just borrowed, stuffed it into his fur, squatted in the cage and observed the people around him.

The location where the crowd dispersed is actually very particular.

They seemed to be scattered, but actually formed a barrier on the opposite side, and Jia Xitong was thrown to the farthest position from that direction...

So the Son of Death is there?

upstairs or underground.

Jia Xitong's cerebellum was spinning quickly, and at the same time, he secretly glanced at Mo Lao who was meditating with his eyes closed.

Perhaps because he noticed the little raccoon's gaze, Mo Lao glanced at her.

Immediately afterwards, the female demon cultivator was recruited, and she went up to get a cage.

So frustrating.

She is just a little raccoon, but to keep her in a cage, this boss is really a little too cautious.

Just as Jia Xitong was complaining, a person suddenly climbed up from the ground.With a flustered expression, "Old Mo, Mo Zi is very resistant to awakening, the ceremony is about to fail."

what?
Jia Xitong and others stared wide-eyed, not expecting to hear the good news that the awakening failed.

"The devil has lived in the realm of Wuxiu for hundreds of years. It's normal for him to find it difficult to accept his identity for a while."

Mo Lao looked calm, "Wei Jia, Wei B, Wei Bing, and Wei Ding will follow me down to protect the Dharma, and the other two will guard here."

The Mo Lao who had been motionless before finally left.

This is the opportunity!

The little raccoon stretched out its little claws, touched the talisman in its fur, and waited quietly for an opportunity...

a small country in the north
Shang Yanting, who was looking for the whereabouts of the Son of Nirvana through clues, received a voice transmission from the thin barrel.

"Master, where are you?"

"To the north, there is a place called Mu Yu Country."

He thought it was because she missed him, so he said: "I am looking for the son of Nirvana now, and it will take a few days before I come back."

"But...the Son of Nirvana is here with me."

Jia Xitong glanced at the empty surroundings, and the remaining two demon cultivators also went down to help, so she dared to take the opportunity to inform them.

"You caught the Son of Nirvana?"

Shang Yanting's voice came from the opposite side, full of surprise and surprise.

"Uh... let's just say it's possible, I was arrested?"

"You were arrested?"

The voice on the other side dropped suddenly, "Where?"

"Among Huanglong College, Puxi College, and Lingnan College, there is a small place called Puring City.

I am in the Monarch's Mansion, and the Son of Nirvana is also in the Monarch's Mansion. Now there is a proud old man who is trying to awaken the magic power in the Son of Nirvana. "

The little raccoon held the talisman and babbled and told all the things he knew.

"Oh, I see."

Shang Yanting has already taken people with him at this moment, and is rushing towards the direction she said at full speed.

But the distance is too far.

Even with the water cloud boat, it still takes some time.

"Where are you in danger?"

"I'm fine. It's the old man named Mo Lao who said that the son of Nirvana woke up and wanted to use my horn to make soup.

That demon elder is a bit strong. "

"..."

There was an obvious silence on the other side of the sound transmission talisman, "Try to drag those demon cultivators as far as possible."

"Hmm, don't worry."

The little raccoon nodded, "Leave it to me."

Longjiao is going to be boiled by someone, so it's reassuring...

Shang Yanting ordered Wu Xiu who was next to him to rush towards Puring City as fast as possible.

Of course, Xitong was not idle either, she continued to contact her seniors, Hu Changxiu, Li Tuo, and Niu Chuanchuan, and brought back all the helpers who had just left.

Accidentally, she even hit Uncle Carl...

(End of this chapter)