"It's so unsound to sleep." Complaining in a whisper, Luo Qingchen put Xiao Wukong's exposed feet from the quilt back in, covered the quilt, and then quietly walked out of the house.

Outside, the moon hangs high, the stars shine brightly, and the brilliance of mercury falls on the sea, rippling with the waves of the night, giving birth to a particularly unreal feeling.

Luo Qingchen lay on the chair placed outside the house, looking at the dark night sky, quiet and distant.

Now that all seven dragon balls have been collected, he only needs to find another place to summon the dragon and let him replenish his energy, and then he can go back, and he will get rid of this dangerous world.

It's just that......

Luo Qingchen couldn't help but look at the room on the side, and couldn't bear it.

He can leave this world, but, for some, it is impossible to leave.

Luo Qingchen's heart fluctuated, could it be that he could only do nothing and watch quietly, that was really, sadly.

At the beginning, Luo Qingchen thought about not having too much concern with this world, because, with concern, he would be soft-hearted, but this is not something that can be controlled by manpower.

"Da, da, da." Clear footsteps sounded behind him.

"Young man, find me, old man, is there anything wrong?" The turtle immortal came to the chair next to Luo Qingchen and sat down, at this moment, he did not wear the sunglasses of the day, and a pair of wise eyes were exposed.

This afternoon, when Little Wukong stepped on the somersault cloud and came back after playing for a while, Luo Qingchen proposed to rest on the island for a few days, of course, the consequence was to pay a few more magazines, and the turtle immortal agreed to Luo Qingchen.

Of course, the Turtle Immortal would not think that Luo Qingchen just wanted to stay, naturally there was something to do, so he would stay.

"The turtle immortal really deserves to be an immortal, and even the kid can see this little bit of my thoughts." Luo Qingchen flattered him casually.

"Hahaha, I like to listen to that, but you better get to the point."

"Immortal, what do you think, how is Wukong?" Without answering the question of the Turtle Immortal, Luo Qingchen asked the Turtle Immortal.

"Goku, that kid is it?" The turtle fairy stroked his beard, "Although I haven't had much contact with it, I guess it's a good boy with a kind heart." ”

Of course, people who can step on somersault clouds can have a bad character.

"In fact, Wukong is still a genius who practices martial arts."

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

Luo Qingchen was silent for a while, and in the night sky, half of the moon shone with a cold light.

"I want to keep Wukong here, I hope you can teach him, I don't hope you can accept him as a disciple, I just hope that he can live happily."

"Why choose me." The turtle immortal asked, he had been in seclusion for so many years, and he had no idea of accepting disciples or anything.

"I have heard your story and learned a lot, and I believe that you are a good person who can teach him well." To tell the truth, I've watched anime and know who you are, otherwise, I wouldn't dare to hand over Monkey King to you.

The turtle immortal stretched out his finger and tapped the handle of the chair, as if thinking about the pros and cons.

"So, Immortal, what about your answer."

"Let's talk about it." For a long time, the turtle immortal gave such an answer, and did not say accept it, nor did he say that he did not accept it.

However, Luo Qingchen was already very satisfied with such an answer, after all, the two of them only came here today, and the Turtle Immortal was not familiar with the two of them at all, and it was already a good answer if they could not refuse.

The turtle fairy got up, leaned on crutches, and walked slowly into the house in the moonlight.

Luo Qingchen was still lying on the chair, looking at the deep night sky, and the starlight that suddenly disappeared from time to time.

time, there are seven days left.

…………

"Uncle, uncle, what are we going to eat today."

"Today, I'll think about it." Luo Qingchen carefully looked at the things in his space and looked for something to eat today.

"But, uncle, this morning's porridge is also delicious." As he spoke, Little Wukong's topic returned to breakfast this morning.

Little Wukong has always felt that following his uncle down the mountain, what he gained was not only the knowledge of the outside world, but also the ability to eat all kinds of food.

In fact, in Luo Qingchen's heart, there is a faint worry, that is, if this continues, Sun Wukong, will he be trained to be a foodie, such a scene, as long as you think about it, you feel very terrifying, I'm afraid that when the time comes, nothing will be able to escape his mouth.

"Today at noon, let's have steak." Luo Qingchen took out a whole cow that had been slaughtered from his own space, and the space was large, which was capricious.

The turtle immortal on the side raised his eyebrows, although he couldn't see what the technique was, but it was probably something like a space capsule, which was interesting.

However, such an idea was just a slight turn in his mind, and the mind of the turtle immortal was also placed on today's lunch.

Since living in seclusion on the island, he has cooked by himself, but his skills are indeed not very good, so after eating the breakfast made by Luo Qingchen, he is also a little looking forward to lunch.

"Alright, Wukong, it's time to cultivate." Luo Qingchen knocked Sun Wukong's forehead.

"Oh, got it." Little Wukong answered, sat cross-legged on the ground beside him, and began his daily practice.

The turtle immortal came to Luo Qingchen's side at some point, looking at the little Wukong who was practicing, his eyes were blazing.

"If you're already teaching her, why do you want to keep him with me and let me teach." The turtle immortal can naturally see that little Wukong is in a state at the moment, so he has some doubts.

"Alas~" Luo Qingchen sighed, "I can't stay with him forever, the dragon balls have been collected, and it's time for me to leave, but, only I can't rest assured of him, Wukong is still too young." ”

"Leave, where are you going?" The turtle immortal subconsciously asked.

"Leave, go home." Luo's voice was slightly low.

"Go home, what kind of answer is that."

However, the turtle immortal didn't ask anymore, everyone has their own secrets, and it is not necessary to probe too clearly.

The red sun rises from the place where the sea meets the sky, and the sea is dyed with a layer of golden light, which is different from the night, but it is an equally amazing sight, a beautiful world, but one day, you will be destroyed

(There was a bug in the last chapter.,The wishful stick is a relic of Wukong's grandfather.,Not given by the turtle immortal.,My pot.,Everyone just treats it as a parallel world.,haha)