"Rebel!" The Demon King was furious, and his curse blurted out, and his voice was like thunder, and the entire Shui Xiao Pavilion heard it. At this moment, the eyes of the entire Shuixiao Pavilion diners were all focused on this group of people.

In front of everyone's eyes, the demon king glared at his son hatefully, he had been so good to this son all these years that he indulged him in such disobedience. When he eats the demon, he will lock up his son and the woman, and he will never be able to come out!

The shame of the province!

"Hmph, old stubborn!" Demon Shatian also glared at his father, which was exactly the same as their usual mode of communication. He had never expected the Demon King to be kind and soft-spoken.

He knew how cruel his father was. He only hopes that his father can take care of his affairs, he is already an adult, he has his own thoughts and opinions, and he doesn't need the demon king to interfere.

"Rebel! I just can't do it! "The demon king is not angry, and this adopted son is too disobedient.

"It's my family affair, I decide." Moshayu will not budge.

Watching coldly, Yang Jian and Xiaoxian knew the purpose of the Demon King best, this hateful old guy really did everything. He reacted like this, but he didn't want to make a fuss. After the two of them became the relatives of this little guy, they had the right to ask about the future of the little guy. This is also the purpose of Xiaoxian.

"Calm down, Brother Tian." The water ripples gently hugged the magic heaven and softly soothed. Although Moshatian is used to arguing with the demon king, he doesn't make much noise in front of his daughter-in-law. He also wants to make a good impression on his little one.

Mo Chayu held his daughter-in-law in his arms, and the resentment in his heart was finally alleviated. Moshatian sometimes hates his father very much, and every time he has to do something he doesn't like, when can the two of them sit down and talk calmly.

"Humph!" The Demon King ignored them and left with a shake of his hand. He rushed out of the Shui Xiao Pavilion and disappeared, no one chased him, and no one stopped him.

His departure caused a flow of embarrassment between the group. Shui Ripple persuaded softly: "Your father has been like this all these years, and you can't change him if you are angry." Brother Tian, don't take him to heart, you touch your son, he kicks in my belly?! ”

Water Ripple took the hand of the magic heaven and placed it on his stomach. The movement of the little baby in the belly swimming in it made Mo Chayu sigh the beauty of life. He was bound to protect his son.

"The ripples of water can't stand for long, let's go over there and sit down." Xiaoxian made a suggestion.

"yes, let's go over there and talk. Xiaoxian, why did you suddenly come to the ghost town? While walking, the water rippled while chatting with the little fairy.

Xiaoxian wanted to explain his identity, and he came to the ghost town to meet his father in the world. It's just that thinking that they are demons, and the identity she fabricated before is also a demon, she really can't confess to him. It can't be said that she is still a fairy. One lie was told and another lie had to be told to make up for it.

"I'm here to see you, by the way, what about Sister Mo Xie Yi?" Xiaoxian suddenly remembered that when she left that day, it was the two teams of little lovers who eloped together, why didn't she see their pair today.

Xiao Xian also waited in Shui Xiao Pavilion for a while, and he didn't see Mo Xie Yi and Mu Qiling.

Shui Ripple covered his mouth and smiled: "After they came to the ghost town, they went freely. The two of them haven't seen each other for too long, and they're tired of it now. ”

"Also, Sister Mo Xie Yi has been waiting for three hundred years to wait for Mu Qiling, and she must be very sticky at this time. Then how can the Demon King be with you? "Xiaoxian doesn't understand, doesn't this Demon Demon Heaven know the purpose of the Demon King? If that's the case, how sad the Demon King should be when he knows the purpose of the Demon King.

After Ripple sat down, Mo Shatian smiled and said that he would make her her favorite porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork, so he went to the kitchen. Yang Jian found a place at the adjacent table and sat down, not disturbing the two girls chatting at this time. In fact, Yang Jian thought that it must be boring for the two girls to chat, so it was better to sit down and drink.

Tang Seng followed Yang Jian's steps and sat at the same table.

"Amitabha, Sun Wukong's monkey hair is on that person's body, right?" Tang Seng recited the Buddha's name, and his words meant something. He vaguely smelled the commotion of Sun Monkey on the Demon King, and this smell was too familiar.

Fourteen years of learning from Sun Wukong in the world, there are many ups and downs, eating and sleeping in the open, the four of them sleep together, occasionally there are, most of the time, Tang Seng is not used to the taste of the three of them, and will let the three of them squeeze together. However, his little caution was not exposed to the West Heaven.

Yang Jian nodded, knowing that the person he said was talking about the Demon King. He glanced at Tang Seng, and estimated that this old master would not be able to stand the fact that the demon king was going to eat his own grandson. I still remember that when Sun Wukong knocked down the ginseng fruit tree, he had never eaten ginseng fruit, but he felt that he was a little doll and did not dare to eat it. At this time, I saw that the demon king ate a real little doll, or his own grandson, but I was afraid that this master would be the first to stand up against it.

"The person we want to subdue is the Demon King, and it can be seen that he has a big temper and is very stubborn. Is there anything you can do to change him? Yang Jian mentioned it casually, not expecting Tang Seng to come back with any answers.

Tang Seng thought for a while, and replied very seriously: "Amitabha Buddha ~ There are not many poor monks, and they will not know anything except eating." The donor asked the wrong person. ”

Yang Jian squirted out a mouthful of sake, wiping the remaining sake at the corner of his mouth, Yang Jian looked at Tang Seng suspiciously, how could this product also start a joke? Looking carefully, this Tang Seng still looks serious.

Yang Jian thought in his heart that this Tang Seng didn't look like a joking master, maybe he was admitting that he relied on Yang Jian's strength to take out Sun Wukong's monkey hair. Tang Seng is showing weakness and making his position clear.

To sum it up: Tang Seng is a soy sauce player!

Yang Jian felt aggrieved, he didn't want to speak. Pour the wine alone and take a sip, full of sweet and spicy, which made him intoxicated. I don't want to pay attention to it: I don't eat meat, I don't drink, I can't get married, I can only be a lonely Tang monk.

Tang Seng would not sit there honestly, he took out a book from his wide sleeve, this book was the book he carried with him. It's his autobiographical novel, a novel he wrote himself. It took him a thousand years to write this novel, and he only wrote a beginning, 30 million words, Tang Seng thought that this was too little.

The more words there are, the more people can understand how great his Tang monk is. How lofty his ideological realm is, and how supreme his personal achievements are. Only in books can he feel joy.

Tang Seng took out a pen and paper, and while looking at the previous records, he studied how to continue to write. Sometimes his head is so big that he wants to pull his hair off. Oh, by the way, he's hairless. Ay......

(To be continued.) )