The Monkey King

  Ling Lie's wind blew past him, wiping away the blood on his body, leaving only a little scarlet still covering the fluff, like scorched red soil.

The wounds on his body have been easily dealt with, he sat blankly on the charred ground, put the cloud walking stick on his shoulders, and looked up at the west sky: "You and Yuechao go first, protect those people. The injured demons will go first and bring the little fox with them."

   His eyes were as calm as water.

   In the distance, the remaining monsters are being re-divided in preparation for the next battle, and the two captured spaceships are ready to take off.

   "What about you?" Yang Chan stared at him closely: "Do you really want to stay and wait for the Jiao Demon King? Maybe not only, but also a heavenly army..."

  Monkey lowered his head, pursed his lips, and blinked his bloodshot tired eyes: "There's no way to escape, isn't it?"

   "I can erase all traces of you so that he can't track you!"

   "But can you even erase their traces?"

  They, referring to those pitiful demons in the distance.

   They are looking at the monkey silently with their eyes open.

   Those eyes, there is no way to escape.

   A depressing atmosphere pervaded.

  Monkey lowered his head, Yang Chan clenched his fist.

   Silence, only the whirring of the wind remains.

   Standing dumbfounded for a long time, Yang Chan took a deep breath, trying to calm down her emotions, staring at the monkey blankly, biting her lips: "You promise me that I will only fight this time."

   "Isn't it finished yet?" The monkey turned his face to the side and smirked, his voice trembling slightly, it seemed to be sloppy, and he felt guilty.

"Do you really know who you are facing?" Her voice suddenly increased an octave: "That is a Jiaoyao who transforms into a **** of Taiyi Sanxian, do you know? There is also a heavenly army, Those Ten Youbojiu are the troops of Marshal Tianpeng, do you think Tianpeng's personal soldiers are comparable to those of the Xuangui Division?"

   Facing the angry face of Yang Chan, the monkey raised his head, looked at her, and could only laugh: "It doesn't matter who they are, the important thing is that I am me."

   There was a trace of gratitude in those eyes, but what Yang Chan wanted was not gratitude.

   That's not what she wanted.

   As long as he lives, she doesn't want him to die.

   "You are crazy, you are really crazy!" Yang Chan gritted her teeth, her body was trembling, her voice was trembling: "I disagreed from the beginning, and now you still want to face that demon king!"

   "Besides me, who else can deal with the evil Jiao? Rely on them?"

"Do you think you can change anything when you go?" Pointing to the demons in the distance, Yang Chan shouted, "Do you think you are really helping them? You killed so many heavenly soldiers this time, and soon the heavens will be destroyed. Will come out! All the monsters will be besieged! Do you think you have changed anything? Do you think you are a hero? You are just a lunatic! A fool!

  The hysterical voice echoed in the icy night and fell into the monkey's ears. For some reason, it was so warm.

   He smiled, from the heart.

   Blinking his eyes blankly, he smiled and said, "But in this world, there are always people like this, right? Cough, cough..."

   He clutched his chest and coughed violently. Every time he coughed, his internal organs seemed to be split open. He coughed up a strand of blood. The pain was beyond words, but he was still laughing.

   The internal injury has become more and more serious, and even the hidden disease left over from the previous breakthrough has recurred. But this time he could not fall anyway.

   No matter what, you must hold on.

   He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and smiled.

  Yang Chan's heart was angina.

After coughing violently, he covered his mouth, lowered his face, and said lightly: "In fact, I don't really care about the outcome of the matter. But if I don't do it, I might as well die. I don't have what they think. So good, I'm selfish. I just want to be right with my heart."

   "Worthy of your own heart? Hehe." She sneered.

   "People always have something to do, win or lose, don't they?" The monkey stared at the blackened ground ahead and smiled faintly.

   There are always things that must be done...such as resurrecting the sparrows, such as protecting the monsters for the white ape.

   raised his head, he looked at the sky full of stars, took a deep breath, and let out a light mist, which dissipated in this cold night, leaving nothing behind.

  Yang Chan's breathing became more and more rapid, her fists clenched and she stared at this weird monkey with wide eyes, tears welling up in her eyes.

   "People always have something to do, people?" She lowered her head and repeated what the monkey said, raised her head, she smiled, sneered, smiled bitterly, a kind of sad, disdainful smile: "Human? Hehehe..."

   In an instant, biting her lip, she took a few steps forward and slapped the monkey in the face with all her strength.

"Snapped-!"

   The crisp sound echoed in the night sky.

   "Are you crazy enough? Wake me up! Wake up!" she cried.

   This palm stunned Yang Chan herself, and also stunned the demons watching from a distance.

   Someone even asked Lion Jing: "Would you like to come forward and help?"

   In the eyes of people, Yaojing is an anomaly, but in the eyes of a demon, why is Yang Chan not an anomaly?

   This person and monster have never been of the same kind.

   However, this slap did not hit the monkey.

   Yang Chan's hands were hot, but the monkey who tilted his head slightly just smiled, as light as water. As if he should have received the slap.

   She stared at that smile in a daze, with a suffocating feeling, a heart-wrenching pain.

   She would rather have him slapped back than laugh like this.

   Biting her lip, teardrops dripped down her jade-like face, and she stumbled to the ground.

   The tears that I held on to have finally burst.

Bowing her head, covering her face, Yang Chan sobbed: "You are a demon! Why don't you understand? Why do you want to do what only people do? You are just a demon! Do you know that you will die like this? Don't you know? Can't you be afraid of death like a demon? You lunatic! Ingratitude!"

   Tears rained down.

   She finally cried, like a helpless girl, crying like pear blossoms and rain, crying like she should have been.

   This is an instant collapse, the **** burst.

  For thousands of years, in desperation, she survived through gritted teeth. Fighting against the mighty Heavenly Court, she gritted her teeth and survived. Even though she broke with her brother, she survived through gritted teeth.

   She thought that all she had left was hatred, and she had already lost her heart.

   But at this moment, she was heartbroken and collapsed.

  Why cry, why cry?

   Even she herself doesn't understand.

   This is clearly just a monkey.

   For this stubborn monkey like a stinky stone in a kennel, this damned rotten monkey, she actually collapsed.

  Why do you want to compete with the evil Jiao, why keep your unbearable promises?

  Why are you so stubborn and don't even want your life?

   she questioned repeatedly in her heart.

  But, for thousands of years, isn't she the same?

  The races are different, and the things they guard are different, but they are the same kind of people.

   But does the world really need people like them?

   She couldn't even tell herself.

   Tears fell from the corners of her eyes and dripped on the back of her hands. She felt that something was tearing her heart. She felt that she was about to turn into water and evaporate in this world. She felt that she was going crazy...

   Countless monsters were watching her from a distance. Looking at this dreamy and beautiful woman, she was so complacent.

   bowed his head, the monkey pursed his lips, still smiling: "Isn't this very good? I am against the heaven, there will be a day, without your asking, I will do what you want me..."

   "I don't want—" Yang Chan shouted hysterically.

   All eyes were focused on her.

She held her breath and endured it desperately, but the more she endured, the more her tears fell. She wiped away the tears, squeezed out a smile, grabbed the monkey's hand, and said, "We won't fight. Okay? Let's go back to Xieyue Sanxingdong, we won't argue about anything... Shall we go back to Xieyue Sanxingdong?"

   That voice was a pleading.

   She stared blankly at the monkey for a long time, but she didn't get the answer she wanted.

She turned her head and looked at Yang Chan, who was sobbing, watching this incomparable beauty cry so much in front of her eyes, she blinked and watched for a long time. He lowered his body and hugged her: "Listen to me, you go with them, and I will catch up later."

   "No, I'm not leaving!" Yang Chan shook her head.

   "Sorry, don't cry, okay? I promise you, I'll save my life to keep my promise. Shall we change our deal? As you originally wanted."

  Yang Chan pushed him away and cried, "I don't want your promise! I don't want—! You are a liar! You do this every time, and sooner or later, you will be killed by yourself!"

   In the distance, all the demons stared at them blankly.

   Yuezhao held the little fox's hand expressionlessly.

   "I don't want this..."

   She covered her face and sobbed, and the monkey stood blankly.

   The two of them stared blankly at each other.

   After a long time, the monkey turned around slowly.

   "I'm sorry... This is what I owe White Ape, I owe him my life."

   "What about me? Don't you owe me? You take risks again and again, have you ever thought about me? When you die, what will you give me back?"

   "I'm sorry." After standing for a long time, the monkey finally pursed his lips and walked forward step by step towards the demons everywhere.

  Yang Chan jumped up and reached out to grab the monkey.

   At this moment, I saw the monkey turned around and shot Yang Chan's stamina with a lightning speed!

   "No...not allowed to go..."

   The scene in front of her gradually blurred, her delicate body was slightly tilted, and she fell into the arms of the monkey.

  …

  Thousands of miles away, in a quaint pavilion in Erlangshen Mansion in Guanjiangkou, an elegant white-robed scribe sat in front of a stone table with a cup of tea and was about to deliver it to the people.

   Suddenly, his body trembled, and the closed third eye at Que Ting suddenly widened.

   The next moment, he had disappeared without a trace, the dangling teacup fell, spilled the tea on the table, rolled, but did not fall to the ground.

  …

   The extremely fast flight blew the wind, the clouds made way for him, the earth transformed under him, the stars in the sky turned into lines, and the surrounding space seemed to be distorted.

   stretched out his hand and turned it over, the streamers gathered, and a three-pointed two-edged sword quickly appeared.

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