Mr. Chen's words instantly made him a little confused.

That's right, what is your own psychic creature?

I have [Tiger Fury], [Thousand Faceless Faces], [Ghost Servant], [Wonderful Wealth] and the evil spirit high-grade psychic creature given to me by the Wild Woman, [Apollo's Feather].

In addition, he also has two major abilities: invisibility and magic.

There are also many equipments.

There are also psychic rods, Xuantong bracelets, Xuantong daggers and Xuantong swords, as well as the [space gems] that I got from wild women.

Any piece of these equipment is enough to attract countless people to grab it.

But he has gathered thousands of things into one.

Logically speaking, I have no shortage of psychic creatures.

But just like that, it seems that I have never really regarded myself as a spiritual master.

It seems that I don't have any psychic creatures that really fit me.

"You see, here comes the problem. Even a fallen spirit master has a psychic creature that is exclusive to him. You have everything, but you have nothing. It's like everyone else is a bachelor, focusing on developing and farming.

It's a good thing for you, you are living happily everywhere, but in the end it's all in vain and you don't lose anything!"

Faced with such an appropriate metaphor from Mr. Chen.

I didn't know what to say for a moment.

Just when Ding Xiaoyi was wondering whether he should be more focused like Mr. Chen.

But I heard a sound I hadn't heard for a long time, coming from the rocks outside the fence.

"Why does it have to be a psychic creature? Wouldn't it be better for you to do it yourself?"

Looking back, I saw that the owner of the voice was an old man who I hadn't seen for many days.

"Hey, didn't you say yesterday that it would take some time before you come?"

Just the day before Ding Xiaoyi came back, Old Man Zao and Bai Pangpang came together. After eating and drinking here, they got up and left with satisfaction.

Before leaving, he also said that it might take a long time to come back next time.

Unexpectedly, in less than a day, the bad old man would come back again.

I saw the old man grabbing a red little piglet from the bamboo basket behind his back and throwing the piglet into the fence.

The small piglet rolled on the ground and suddenly became stronger in the wind. In the blink of an eye, it was no longer the size of a puppy, but it suddenly became taller and stronger than a bear.

The red flesh on the whole body has golden texture, and the black pig's trotters make a clanking sound when stepping on the ground.

It looks like a pig, but its body is much bigger than a bear in the mountain forest.

The red pig grinned and made a low roaring sound.

As a result, before it could roar, a big fluffy tail jumped out from nowhere and hit the red pig on the forehead.

Suddenly there was a shrill scream, and a bloodstain split from the big red pig's head. The painful red pig screamed, turned around, and was about to break open the fence and escape.

"stop!"

Seeing that the big fat pig was about to break through his own fence, Ding Xiaoyi hurriedly shouted.

Not to mention a pig on his chassis, even if he is squatting on the rocks, he is not timid at all.

Suddenly the big red pig froze and could only stand in place like a sculpture.

"Hey, didn't we agree before that I will take care of the meat and wine, and you will take care of the food and drinks?"

The old man stared at the plump buttocks of the big red pig with his eyes and said: "This pig is called Wufu Pig. It is a good thing. Eating it can increase your luck!"

"No wonder, it turned out that he was trying to push away the little fat man!"

Mr. Chen looked like this.

But I heard the bad old man say with disgust: "Of course, with all the effort I have put into this pig, the golden bald man still wants to do it in vain, whoring, dreaming!"

It turns out that Bai Pangpang’s surname is Jin.

Ding Xiaoyi nodded mentally, remembering Bai Pangpang's last name.

I saw the bad old man handing over the door sticker quickly, walked in, and walked carelessly to the chair where the meat ball transformed.

He took out his cigarette rod from his lower back and slowly rubbed the tobacco until it was firm, then stuffed it into the pot.

Ding Xiaoyi hurriedly went over and carefully used fire to bake the old man's tobacco pot until the tobacco in the pot was carbonized.

The bad old man took a puff happily.
Chapter completed!