"Tomorrow? What time is it now? I'm afraid it's still early for night to fall, right?" The little white pig looked at A Lang who walked into the wooden house and muttered, and then looked up at the dazzling sun.
"I'm afraid that the little King of Hell is really tired. Just listen to his arrangements. I didn't expect that the Little King of Hell would be so generous. The two brothers must know better than me what the concept of semi-immortal level spiritual skills and mental skills is. He treats us so favorably, and we You can't repay kindness with hatred." The monkey demon looked at the little white pig and the little dragon-headed centipede seriously.
"Tch~, I still don't know whether it's true or not! But having said that, regardless of whether it's true or not, this kid's actions have indeed succeeded in gaining my favor." The dragon-headed centipede elegantly put the last bit of roasted meat into its mouth with its toes. Then he wiped his mouth gently and complimented A Lang lightly as he stepped into the wooden house.
"Bah, how shameless!!!" The little white pig returned the saliva all over the dragon-headed centipede, and then ran to the wooden house softly, stood up on its two little pig legs, and carefully observed what was going on inside the house through the gaps in the wooden house.
"Eh~ I guessed it right. I knew this kid was dishonest. How could he be so tired? It would be fine if he didn't bother us..." A soft whisper came from the ear of the little white pig. He looked up and was startled to find that the dragon head was small. Centipede didn't know when he crawled under the eaves above his head, and also peeked at Alang inside the house through the cracks in the wooden house.
"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let the little King of Hell find out. He just shared the treasure-level spiritual skills with us, and now we are spying on him. It always feels a little weird..." came the message again in the little white pig's ears. He heard a whisper, turned around, and saw a serious-looking monkey demon standing behind him. However, at this moment, the monkey demon was closing his right eye tightly, opening his left eye wide, and peeking at A Lang through the gap in the wooden house.
"you..."
"Hush! Look, there's something abnormal!" The little dragon-headed centipede interrupted the little white pig's sarcasm, and at the same time waved its two toes and pointed to the wooden house, signaling the little white pig and the monkey demon to check for changes in the house.
In the wooden house, Alang sat cross-legged on the wooden bed.
"What level is the semi-immortal level? Is it very high? Judging from the reaction of those idiots, it should be quite high. Alas, I was careless. I should have known better than to show off. I have to understand quickly. If those idiots are better than me, If you understand it first, I won't be able to deal with them." A Lang murmured to himself for a while and then took out the "Ghost Shadow" movement and spiritual skills from the spirit pool again, "It's really weird, no matter how hard I put this crap, I can't put it away. If you don’t go into the storage bag, it’s more powerful than grandpa’s ghostly ghost. From the outside in? What does that mean? Ignore it for now, let’s try the formula first. The heaven and earth are spirit, everything in the world is transformed into my spirit, my son Ordered, hide!"
As A Lang recited the incantation, the trees and grass on the edge of the wooden house courtyard swayed slightly, and traces of green spiritual power poured out from the trees and grass. After intertwining with each other, they converged into two arms-thick streams of spiritual power, and then rushed towards the wooden house where A Lang was.
Just as A Lang stood up to check if there were any changes in himself, two streams of green spiritual power poured into the wooden house and slowly poured into A Lang's legs under A Lang's curious gaze. As the green spiritual water flowed into Alang's legs, Alang felt a cooling sensation extending from his legs to his whole body.
Ah Lang groaned softly, and guided the spiritual power flowing into his legs to the spiritual pool in his body. After it was converted into his own spiritual power, it drained back to his legs again.
A magical scene happened. Alang suddenly found that his legs were gradually turning green, and the grass around the dam was exactly the same color.
"Interesting!" A Lang couldn't help but make a bold guess when he saw such bright green legs. Without any delay, Alang quickly ran out of the wooden house and walked quickly towards the grass on the edge of the courtyard.
"Hurry up, little King of Hell must have figured out how to practice this magical skill." The monkey demon said, grabbing one with one hand, lifting the little white pig and the little dragon-headed centipede together, and then quickly ran to the edge of the courtyard dam.
"Haha, it's true. It's interesting, but it's too simple!" Alang stood in the grass, staring at his legs that had completely disappeared, looking left and right.
"Hey~ Little King of Hell is really awesome, his legs are really invisible, but he looks like a ghost. Look at his face, it's too green, and the whole upper body is light and airy. This is not possible at night. Scary to death!" The little white pig grunted and broke free from the monkey demon's right hand, falling to the ground with a snap. He shook his head and looked up at A Lang, who was two feet away.
