Little White Dragon.

Zhu Gangguan has only encountered two little white dragons in his life, the first one was mistaken for his life, and he was mistaken for life, and the second one was mistaken by a monk for life.

He hated himself deeply, hated the gods and Buddhas, but he couldn't hate that monk.

Fortunately, it was not the monk standing in front of him at this moment.

Fortunately, it was not the first little white dragon that the person in front of him was talking about.

"I'm relieved to hear you say that. Pig Gangguan, who had regained his original appearance in the moonlight, said in his deep voice. Subsequently, with a rake, luck, swept thousands of troops and attacked.

"I thought you understood the gap between you and me, Pig Gang. Miss Duan raised the uncertain flying ring and turned into a sky full of golden light, forcing Zhu Gangguan to change his tricks and dance a nail rake to protect herself impenetrably.

"I've always known that, but so what?" said the pig, who had just stepped back and forth to the edge of the pool in a few steps, and this time he stepped into the pool without the slightest hesitation.

He didn't sink, and several currents of water surged up on the surface of the water to support his body, and flowed all the way down the lines of his body to his hand, wrapping around the nail rake in his hand.

"Ding!" The water flow built an arc-shaped barrier in front of the pig Gangguan, and for a while, the uncertain flying ring was actually invulnerable.

Zhu Gangguan once led the Tianhe Water Army, and was the first in Tianhe in the water control kung fu.

Tianhe is the first, the third realm is the first fart! Playing in the water in front of Miss Duan who holds the net bottle? The pig just finished performing this trick and secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good, but if he didn't perform this trick, how would he block the indefinite flying ring that was divided and calculated? Or how the former monkey brother survived under the constraints of this thing, and he couldn't die, and he still vividly remembered.

But Miss Duan's complexion is even worse, if you have to describe her complexion at the moment, it is only this sentence: "It seems like eating flies".

"You have escaped!" Miss Duan scolded, and then took back the golden ring and threw herself into the mountains and wilderness.

"Huhu ......" It was difficult to see Miss Duan's figure anymore, and as soon as the pig was full of strength, he sat in the water with his buttocks.

He felt lucky.

Fortunately, tonight is the night of the full moon, fortunately this is the Five Finger Mountain transformed by the Buddha's flesh palm, and fortunately, Miss Duan didn't know why she didn't take out the net bottle, otherwise he would have just confessed here.

What a fluke!

"It seems that the woman didn't catch the little white dragon...... Also, the little white dragon's foot strength is only below that of the senior brother, and I am worried about him in vain...... But there has been no news for so many days, so I have to discuss with my senior brother what to do...... It's a pity that I am only 'me' on this full moon night......" The pig just got up from the pool full of mane, his silver robe and silver armor were already stained with mud, but he didn't care at all.

"I don't know how the senior brother will trick the master?" Zhu Gangguan looked at the entrance of the cave not far away, and he could guess what kind of farce would take place in the cave.

I'm afraid the farce can only exist tonight, he was not him yesterday, and he will no longer be him tomorrow.

He is the star in the sky, the dust of the world, the handsome canopy of the gods, and the unkempt eight precepts.

After Journey to the West, as long as there is a plane that has not yet been built in a Buddhist temple, such a game will be repeated countless times.

They are all just pawns for people to fiddle with, and they can only have some pathetic freedom for a certain and brief period of time.

……

The little white dragon was indeed not held by Miss Duan, on the contrary, Miss Duan suffered a big loss on the little white dragon.

She lost her vial.

The bottle containing the water of the four seas was swallowed by a higher-level, larger-sized container, and inside that container, the "little white dragon" was pointing and chattering at the air.

"The bloodline of the 'High Dragon Clan' and the 'White Dragon' is the Little White Dragon!

"When I first exchanged it, I made it very clear, the 'White Dragon' bloodline was chosen by yourself! If you want to change your mind, offer the dragon bone, and I will immediately arrange for you to be transferred to the 'Black Dragon', 'Flower Dragon', and 'One-Eyed Dragon'!"

There was no way, he was penniless at the moment, and the Holy Book only dealt with him a little and then didn't bother to speak.

Being pitted is already his daily routine, but this time he was just a little more ruthless.

"Gotta go to Five Finger Mountain. After complaining, Mo Xie spent a full day reorganizing his thoughts and state, no matter what, things always have to be done.

Whether Feng Xifan was originally arranged as the little white dragon or his own 'white dragon' bloodline caused him to replace the "white dragon horse" who did not show his face at all in the original work, it no longer matters, what matters is how to act after bearing this identity.

As a member of the scripture study group, they lost their freedom and were played with by the gods and Buddhas, but they also gained a layer of protection, that is, the immortality of "none of them will die until the task of studying the scriptures is completed", and even if they perform well and are motivated, they will also get help from all parties.

But for now, there is basically no need to think about it, at least "Miss Duan" has made an enmity with him, which can be glimpsed from the sea water that fills all the spaces of the three floors under the 'Heavenly Realm'.

means of this magnitude...... Miss Duan that night did have the idea of killing herself.

But if someone wants to kill themselves, there will inevitably be people who want to protect themselves, Mo Xie believes that there is some kind of balance in this world, and it is this balance that forces Miss Duan to limit her means and put down her figure to appear in this farce.

And the man who wants to protect him has come.

Out of the 'Heavenly Realm', Mo Xie reappeared at the door of the Gaojiazhuang Hotel, Miss Duan was quite kind, and the truth of 'there is a debtor and a debtor' was fulfilled by her meticulously, except for Mo Ye, the target of killing, she did not touch a single grass or tree here. Otherwise, according to the urine of the "Holy Scriptures", Gaojiazhuang Hotel will inevitably deduct his points into a negative number as soon as it is broken.

"Donor! The poor monk has been waiting for a long time. The first greeting came from a fat monk who sat alone on the threshold of the Gaojiazhuang Hotel, like a beckoning cat.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. Mo Ye was not surprised by the appearance of this monk in the slightest.

"In that case, let me go. The fat monk said, "With the benefactor's personality, you will never find the way to Wuzhi Mountain." ”

"Then there is Master Lao's guidance. Mo Ye gave a salute to the fat monk.

"How dare you, how dare you. The fat monk said modestly, "Please." ”

After saying that, he got up and walked in front of Mo Xie and threw Mo Ye a shiny back of his head.