Chapter 120: If you do the first year of junior high school, I will do the fifteenth!

"What! You said Tang San's funeral was sent to the door? ”

The Golden Horn was drinking wine and waiting for the good news of the Silver Horn, only to find that a little tiger demon ran up in a hurry, saying that a human being outside had sent a box, and the box contained Tang San's burial!

This made Jin Jiao suddenly curious, although this Tang San burial was a mortal fetus, the protection around him was not weak! In addition to the Monkey King who made a lot of trouble in the Heavenly Palace, there is also the ancestor of the apprentice Sun Qiantianpeng Marshal Zhu Bajie, there is no few rounds of fighting, how can this take Tang San's funeral?

But I never expected that this Tang San funeral would be sent over? What kind of sacredness is this, and there is such a supernatural power?

Jin Jiao hurriedly put down the wine glass and said to the little tiger demon: "Take me quickly!" After walking a few steps, he said to another little demon: "Quickly call the second king back!" ”

"Yes!" X2

When the golden horn reached the door, he saw a strangely dressed human man standing in the doorway, holding a piece of paper in his hand and a box beside him.

"Dare to ask this immortal ......"

Wukong was enjoying the surrounding scenery at this moment, when he heard the voice of the Golden Horn, turned around, looked at the Golden Horn, and said with a smile: "Dare to ask the King of the Golden Horn?" ”

"Exactly!" Before figuring out the identity of the person who came, the golden horn maintained enough humility, there are too many powers in these three realms, maybe you can hit a few golden immortals or Taiyi with the bricks you drop one day.

Wukong handed over the paper, pointed to a blank space at the bottom and said, "Please sign here, and you can get Tang San's burial!" ”

"Sign? Got Tang San's burial? "Jin Jiao is at a loss at this time, what is this and what!

"Amitabha, please also ask the donor to release the poor monk, otherwise the two apprentices of the poor monk will find the poor monk and destroy this place!"

When the golden horn was stunned, the sound of Tang San's burial came out of the box.

Jin Jiao was stunned again, is it really Tang San's funeral? I couldn't wait to come to the side of the box, and after a few glances, the golden horn understood how to operate.

After summoning the previous tiger demon, making it stretch out its claws, and scratching the seal, the golden horn saw a person sitting cross-legged inside! (The seal is facing the person.) )

"This !! Is this really Tang San's funeral? ”

Wukong smiled and said, "Exactly! ”

The golden horn has a gloomy face! Said viciously: "Nonsense! You're lying! This is not Tang San's burial at all! You were sent by Tang San to fool us! Take the opportunity to pass by our Lotus Cave! I'm underestimating you cunning bald asses! Come on, take it for me! ”

Wukong's smile froze, why wasn't this Tang San's burial, my grandson watched him walk in with his own eyes! Could it be that someone was replaced by some great power halfway?

With a wave of his hand, the little demons who were close around all vomited blood and flew out, Sun Wukong came to the box with a gloomy face, grabbed the cardboard, and pulled it with his hand, and suddenly "stabbed", the cardboard was opened, revealing the people inside.

If it's not Tang San's burial, who is it?

In other words, Tang San's funeral was also confused! In view of the strength of the purple gold red gourd and the dangling gold rope, Tang Sanfu decided to break through from the inside this time, first using himself as bait, and then fortunately, when they were lax, they said that the purple gold red gourd would come to steal the day, so that no one knew that this purple gold red gourd had been changed!

After all, he Tang San is an ordinary person with a mortal body, isn't he? Who would doubt an ordinary person?

However, what he didn't expect was that why was this golden horn so stupid? The poor monks have personally sent it to the door, how can they still say that the poor monks are not poor monks!?

After exchanging a few glances with Wukong, Wukong angrily pointed at Tang Sanfu, looked at the golden horn with unkind eyes and said, "Are you blind?" Isn't it stupid? This is Tang San's burial! ”

Although the golden horn was surprised that Wukong could force back the seriously injured demons with a wave of his hand, but with the magic weapon on his side, his heart was not stunned at all, and after hearing this, he pointed at Tang Sanfu and shouted: "This is not Tang San's funeral!" You're lying to me! Tang San's burial is not like this at all! Even though it's also bald, I can still tell the difference! ”

"He's not!"

This time, Wukong was stunned, I thought it was because the golden horn didn't see Tang San's face clearly, so this time Tang San's funeral was exposed to everyone's eyes!

However, Jin Jiao still refuted that this was not Tang San's burial, and the few little demons around him also retorted quietly. It really confused Goku.

"Amitabha, the fruit on the tree is confused, you and I are confused under the tree, and the transaction behind the tree is confused, and there are more ...... than Lido"

Golden Horn looked at Wukong with a confused expression, and said, "What is this damn monk talking about?" ”

Wukong held his forehead and looked helplessly at the golden horn in front of him who had been poisoned by erysipelas for a long time, and sighed and said, "Why do you think that he is not Tang San's burial!" You know, if you sign for it, it will affect my performance, and I will be deducted from my salary at that time! ”

Although Jin Jiao didn't know what Sun Wukong was talking about in the second half of the sentence, he understood the first half of the sentence!

took out a piece of drawing paper from behind him, spread it out in front of Wukong, pointed to the portrait on it and said, "This is Tang San's funeral!" You can't go wrong with that! Because it's moral...... Very tall people stolen there! ”

Wukong suspiciously stepped forward and lowered his head to watch carefully, but after the first glance, he laughed, and finally fell to the ground holding his stomach, unable to get up.

Tang San's funeral, who didn't know when he came to join in the fun, had a very ugly face, and asked Jin Jiao with a dark face: "This is what you said about Tang San's funeral??? ”

Jin Jiao nodded as a matter of course and said, "Naturally! He is Tang San's burial! ”

The portrait of Tang Sanfu has big pig ears, extremely uncoordinated eyes, mouth and nose, a fierce face, a nine-ring tin staff in his hand, and a Jinlan robe on his body.

Tang Sanfu took a deep breath and said with a sneer: "Okay, you are too high!" How dare you slander a poor monk like this! The poor monk is chic and dignified, and he is romantic, I don't know how many young boys and girls I have been fascinated by, cough cough, I don't know how many girls I have been fascinated with, how dare they slander like this! Seven evils too! ”

"You do the first year of junior high school, don't blame me for doing fifteen!"

Tang Sanfu snatched the drawing paper, rubbed it into ashes with a casual rub, and then when Jin Jiao was stunned, he took out another piece of drawing paper from behind him, handed it to Jin Jiao, and said, "Give it back to you!" ”

Jin Jiao was stunned and painted paper, just now I was thinking about beating this monk who snatched the paper to death, but I didn't expect it to come back?

Tang Sanfu re-made the tattered box, and said flatly: "Amitabha, please take a good look at King Jin!" ”

Jin Jiao unexpectedly spread out the drawing paper again, and then his eyes widened, shook his head, rubbed his eyes, and finally confirmed back and forth between Tang San's funeral and the drawing paper!

In the end, the golden horn confirmed that this was Tang San's burial!

"Haha! Tang San's burial, you have no way to go to heaven, come to hell! ”

"Great King, it should be said that there is nowhere to find it when you step on the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it, or you can say that you have thrown yourself into the net!" There is a little demon on the side who kindly changes his lines for the golden horn.

Golden Horn: "......"

Wukong smiled and handed over the paper and said, "Sign!" Sign it and he's yours! ”

Jin Jiao looked at Wukong and found that he didn't seem to be an opponent, saying that Tang San's funeral had already arrived, and there was no need to cause more trouble!

As the alchemy boy of Taishang Laojun, he naturally will not be illiterate, and after signing, the golden horn laughed: "Tang San is buried!" Accept your fate! ”

"Amitabha~" A sneer appeared at the corner of Tang San's mouth, and he was obediently carried into the lotus cave by the little demons.

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