"Zhang San, Li Si, you two are blocking the door! Erma, Sanjin, you are outflanking me!

Everyone else, come with me and catch the spiritual chicken for a hundred taels of silver!"

Whether they were maids or servants, they were all gearing up, with green light in their eyes, brooms, baskets and everything in their arms, and they were approaching the chicken on the handle of the kitchen knife menacingly.

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Hey, wait a minute, what is it?"

Hei Yang quickly held his hands in front of him, looked at the kitchen knife next to his head, then at the agitated crowd, then at the kitchen knife, then at the crowd: "Here, who can tell me what's going on? ,what happened?"

"Ah, Xiaoyang, you are back!"

Qing Yiyi took the hatchet handed over by the servant and looked at Hei Yang in surprise: "When did you come in? Mom didn't see it."

"Yeah yeah."

Black Yang showed his dead fish eyes and subconsciously moved a few steps away from the kitchen knife: "When you collect the kitchen knife later and you are surprised to find that there is a Black Yang stuck to it, it will be too late to see me again."

"This kid always says some bad things."

Qing Yiyi rolled her eyes, and before Hei Yang could answer, she suddenly shouted: "You still want to escape?!"

"Whoosh!"

The kitchen knife flew out from his hand like a stream of light, perfectly sealing the claws of the spiritual chicken that wanted to sneak away. It was so frightened that it cowered back onto the kitchen knife.

"Ha, the city is much more peaceful today. The Lord of the City has announced that he will get off work early."

Hei Muguang hummed a little tune and pushed open the door of Hei's house: "I'm back... laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

The instinct of practicing martial arts for many years made Hei Muguang subconsciously put his hands together and stop the hatchet when it was less than three centimeters from the tip of his nose.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Silence, deathly silence.

The servants in the courtyard were all dumbfounded and dared not even breathe.

Only Qing Yiyi's right hand still maintained the throwing posture, the expression on her face gradually stiffened, and she squeezed out a smile: "Muguang, come back today... so early!"

"Hoo, ho..."

Heimuguang's pupils gradually returned to normal size. He gasped and swallowed back his heart that was about to beat. He looked into the hospital and saw the murderer clearly: "Yiyi, what wrong did my husband do to warrant such a murder?!"

"Ah this..."

Qing Yiyi quickly hid her hands behind her back: "Hahaha, the weather is really nice today."

"The sun sets in the west..."

Hei Muguang turned to look at the sky: "Is this setting sun hinting at something..."

Hei Yang felt so sick that he wanted to vomit, but his reason told him that he should flee the scene of the crime at this time to avoid getting burned.

Step up with your left leg...good, then step up with your right leg...

"Stop!"*2

"hiss!"

Hei Yang froze in place, looking at his parents staring at him with unkind expressions. He regretted not using the "Wind Tight Pulling Hu" skill to escape just now.

"Stop!"*2

"Ah this..."

Hei Yang forced out a smile: "I stopped..."

"It's not about you, it's about it!"

Qing Yiyi pointed to the corner, where the Heiyang family's rooster was peeping. At this moment, she was locked with a strong murderous aura, her legs twitched, and she fainted!

"Cluck..."

Lingji curled up and felt his death star shining.

…

The rooster woke up again and found that next to him was the spiritual rooster tied up with five flowers. The three of them were sitting on stools, surrounding them.

Among them, Hei Muguang and Qing Yiyi had evil looks on their faces, while only Hei Yang's eyes were a little dodgeful.

"Wake up."

Hei Muguang looked at the rooster and nodded seriously: "Very good, the trial of the three divisions has officially begun!"

"Hmph, after all, you are also an old chicken that has been crowing in our family for many years. You have to work hard even if you don't have any merit."

Qing Yiyi smiled softly, completely different from before: "Moreover, you also kidnapped the spiritual chicken and let it fall into the trap. I will remember you for your great contribution."

"Yes, our family is not unreasonable."

Hei Muguang nodded in agreement: "Well, let's give you two choices. One is that you two break up and let us dedicate the spiritual chicken to the immortal. From now on, the most popular and spicy drinks will be yours."

"Second, you have sincere feelings and are reluctant to be separated."

Qing Yiyi said with a smile: "In this way, I will pack you and the spiritual chicken together and offer them to the Immortal. Although they cannot be born on the same day, they can still die on the same day."

"Does this count as a choice..."

Hei Yang covered his face and whispered: "Why do I feel like a villain? Is there something wrong..."

"Xiaoyang, what are you talking about?"

Qing Yiyi turned to look at Hei Yang and smiled slightly: "Speak out and let your parents listen."

"Ah, this, that, I mean..."

Hei Yang raised his brows and yelled at the rooster: "Did you hear that, my mother is asking you something, you can choose whether you want to die or live!"

"Oh oh oh!"

The rooster finally couldn't stand it anymore and ran away from the house, leaving only the rooster with sad eyes.

Although the Heiyang family's rooster has gained some intelligence over time, its spirituality is far inferior to that of a real spiritual rooster. It is so frightened that it can't care about anything else...

"Cluck..."

The spiritual chicken cries sadly, after all, it was the wrong payment...

"See, it doesn't love you at all."

Qing Yiyi looked at the spiritual rooster: "Have you felt the pain of being hurt by love? Do you feel that there is no good rooster in this world?"

"Cluck..."

Lingji nodded slightly, with a sad expression on his face.

"so……"

Hei Muguang raised his eyebrows and concluded: "In such a sad world, what's the point of living? Why not dedicate yourself to being useful and illuminate my son's great future..."

"It feels like these two people are becoming more and more dangerous when talking..."

Hei Yang complained in a smaller voice: "Does this count as bewitching chicken hearts..."

"Cack!"

The spiritual chicken suddenly came to his senses, that's not right, the rooster can be found again without it, it didn't want to die!

No, let him out, he wants to go back to the forest, he doesn't want to come here anymore!

"Humph, it's not up to you!"

Qing Yiyi snorted coldly: "Come here, pack it up immediately, we will deliver it...

Wait, would it be too presumptuous to pay a rash visit? What do you think, Mu Guang?"

"Um……"

Hei Muguang groaned and looked at Hei Yang: "I think we should ask Xiaoyang what he thinks. Becoming a disciple is a major event in life, not to mention that he is worshiping an immortal master..."

"Ah, the immortal just said that he likes to eat chicken, but he didn't say that if you offer a spiritual chicken, you will definitely get a place to become a disciple."

The corner of Hei Yang's mouth twitched, something was wrong with this rhythm. If this continues, if he really succeeds in becoming a disciple, wouldn't the winner be that Hong Li guy?

Never let this happen!

"How can you think so?"

Hei Muguang frowned and said: "Some things may fail after trying, but if you don't even dare to try, then you will definitely not succeed."

"Yes, yes."

Qing Yiyi nodded and agreed: "Your father is right, this is an immortal. I don't know how many people want to reach a higher level but can't help it!"

"Without further delay, we'll set off immediately!"

Hei Muguang said solemnly: "Lest you have long nights and lots of dreams!"
To be continued...