"The King of Ten Thousand Demons? Do you want to be beaten? ”

The tone of the uneasy was calm.

？？？

The King of Demons.

Just as the King of Ten Thousand Demons was about to open his mouth to ask a rhetorical question, Yi Nanping had already called out with a punch.

Monkey training......

I understand this very well!

"No, it's hard to ......"

"Bang Bang ......"

"You wait, my grandson will never ......"

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

"No...... Want...... Stop......"

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

After a lot of tossing, the majestic King of Ten Thousand Demons was already lying on the ground unable to move, and his whole body was twitching.

"Are you comfortable? Can you listen to me now? ”

Yi Nanping still dragged the monkey tail of the King of Ten Thousand Demons in one hand, sat on a wooden stake, and asked in a tone that did not drag and blow up the sky, but asked democratically like an ordinary human race.

"By the way, don't be mistaken, King of Ten Thousand Demons, I am not the benefactor who rescued you from the gossip furnace, on the contrary, you are the monkey I captured from Tang Sanzang, if it makes me happy, it's fine, if you annoy me, the circus is your destination."

The domineering King of Ten Thousand Demons didn't say a word, just lay quietly on the ground, so tossed so hard that he didn't even have the strength to refute.

"Okay, now I'll start asking you questions, and you can choose to answer them or not answer them." It's hard to calm down, and democracy still speaks.

"Where do you stay in your memories from before you just woke up?"

The King of Ten Thousand Demons shook his head, not answering at all in the slightest sense of unease, and his eyes showed reckless disdain.

Just torture, how can I be convinced by my grandson?

Besides, if you ask, my grandson will answer, where will my grandson's face go?

"Bang Bang ......"

"Gossip Furnace ......"

The King of Ten Thousand Demons covered the two blackened black circles with one hand, and said without tears.

"Be specific." Yi Nanping asked.

"My grandson was attacked by Taishang Laojun's King Kong Zhuo, captured by the three-eyed boy, and tied to the heavenly court, but my grandson's King Kong body slashed the demon platform and couldn't be opened, the gods of the fire department couldn't be burned, and the thunder Zhongshan couldn't be broken, and finally was thrown into the gossip furnace." The King of Ten Thousand Demons replied truthfully.

"What I'm asking about is the specific situation after being put into the gossip furnace." Yi Nanping asked.

When the King of Ten Thousand Demons heard this, his fiery eyes narrowed slightly, he remembered something, and after recalling for a moment, he said. "No comment."

Yi Nanping took the golden hoop stick and put it on the chest of the King of Ten Thousand Demons and asked. "Really, no comment?"

The King of Ten Thousand Demons never felt that this golden hoop rod was so heavy, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and said.

"My grandson knows that what you want to ask is why my grandson saved his life in the gossip furnace, but this matter is probably related to a benefactor of my grandson, so I have nothing to say."

"Lives?" Yi Nanping shook his head slightly and said. "Looks like you've misunderstood something......"

Immediately, Yi Nanping pointed to the west and said. "It's about eight hundred miles here, take a look at your keen eyes."

When the King of Ten Thousand Demons heard this, a pair of fiery eyes that had been hammered out of the dark circles lit up slightly, and he looked in the direction that Yi Nanping was pointing to.

For the fiery eye, which can see thousands of miles, as long as the direction is accurate, the distance of 800 miles can be seen like fire.

In just one breath, the King of Ten Thousand Demons saw what he wanted to see, and his eyes subconsciously widened a lot.

"How?" Yi Nanping asked.

"What kind of monster, dare to pretend to be my grandson!" The King of Ten Thousand Demons roared angrily.

"If I'm not wrong......"

After a pause, Yi Nanping pointed to the King of Ten Thousand Demons and said. "You're a fake, that's the real Monkey King."

"Nonsense, my grandson ......"

The King of Ten Thousand Demons instinctively retorted, but seemed to react to something, and then spoke dumbly.

The awkwardness of the golden rod, the sluggishness and stiffness of his body, and the ......

As the King of Ten Thousand Demons looked inward, feeling the "six-character golden post" that was clearly visible in his body, his face began to turn a little pale.

"My grandson...... Already dead? ”

"So, let's talk about it in detail, I'm curious, the origin of the real and fake Monkey King, what do you know, tell me about it." Yi Nanping asked calmly.

And the King of Ten Thousand Demons was silent for a moment, and then asked. "Who the hell are you?"

"I have already said that it is difficult to be peaceful, an ordinary human race, except for the appearance is too handsome, it is inconvenient to show it in front of the world so as not to hurt the self-confidence of others, and the rest is mediocre."

I was in a good mood, and I didn't forget to make a joke.

After all, in the past few days, Tang Sanzang suddenly thought of something interesting.

Dance, the holy monk is impossible to damage his image, and it is a mistake to dance as a dignified holy monk...... Failure ......

It's just not right anyway.

However, in the Lingtai Zhihai, there is a private space of one person, one dragon and one tree, and it can also be taught, and even when Tang Sanzang and his party play in an ensemble, Ao Yu can jump to himself in the Lingtai Zhihai at the same time.

Beautiful, beautiful......

The apprentices accompanied, and Ao Yu danced!

And in a practical sense, this is not a transgression, or an indulgence in pleasure.

After all, aren't those in the Lingtai Sea of Consciousness an idea?

Come to think of it, yes, it is not a crime.

Obviously, the king of ten thousand demons will never believe in the uneasy nonsense, this punch by punch, directly pressed himself to the ground without the ability to resist and hammered, and the ordinary human race?

However, the King of Ten Thousand Demons was silent for a moment again before asking. "It's hard to be calm, how do you want to let my grandson go?"

"Let you go?"

Yi Yi said calmly. "An interesting question, I didn't mean to embarrass you, but the Buddha appeared in the right place, it seemed that he wanted to take you away, and I was lucky to run away, if I let you go, aren't you afraid of letting go immediately?"

This remark made the King of Ten Thousand Demons look like a ghost.

Drove away the Buddha of the West Heaven? What about the mediocre Terrans that were said before?

Although the King of Ten Thousand Demons doesn't know much about the Buddha of the Western Heavens, he also understands that the master who seems to be the golden cicada has vast magical powers and boundless mana, and should be one of the top existences in the Three Realms.

And the statement that was difficult to calm down also attracted the attention of the King of Ten Thousand Demons, and he asked rhetorically. "If the Buddha wants to take away my grandson?"

Immediately, Yi Nanping's lips and teeth opened, and he described everything from an uneasy perspective.

"In short, that's it, I want to be angry for the little scorpion, I don't want to run into two monkeys this time, so I picked one of them back casually, and planned to make a 'steamed monkey brain', which can be regarded as outrage. I didn't want the Buddha to show up for you, so out of curiosity about the secret of your body, I left you a monkey life. ”