It took a few days for Bai Ye and a few disciples to work together to empty the Heavenly Court of Nuoda.

Looking at the already empty place, Bai Ye nodded with satisfaction.

You know, he originally planned to open the Infinite Trading Pavilion after the trip to the West.

The westbound road is an important channel for "buying" in the white nights - most of them are disposable.

But in the Infinite Trading Pavilion, commodities alone are definitely not enough.

Whether it is the black technology transcendent biological research base or the Xianxia commodity production base, it is not an area open to the outside world.

When the time comes, you can't just float on the sea with a bunch of people looking confused, right?

Bai Ye didn't plan to get a "Lord God Exchange List" from everyone.

That is convenient for others, but for Bai Ye, it is a laborious thing.

Therefore, White Night is definitely going to "open a store".

Originally, White Night's plan was to move the trading mountain of the Overworld to the trading pavilion and become a commodity trading area open to the public.

And now, naturally, the Heavenly Court building is chosen.

Pavilions and pavilions, green tile cornices, both in terms of forced grid and area, are more than enough.

When the time comes, we will set up major areas to sell a variety of goods.

The salesperson or something is very simple, just use the T-800, you don't need to make it look like Arnold, and move closer to the image of an honest man with a simple face.

If you want to give people the impression that they are reliable at first glance, it is definitely not wrong to listen to his recommendations to buy goods.

As for the guards, of course, they are all kinds of extraordinary and desperate demons that Agnas has researched.

In Bai Ye's heart, a grand blueprint has been outlined.

"Master, I'm dying of exhaustion, old pig, is there any compensation?"

After finishing this big vote, Zhu Bajie also returned to his former style and began to ask Bai Ye for things.

Bai Ye casually threw out a notebook.

Zhu Bajie suddenly felt like a treasure, ran to the side and read it carefully, but still didn't let out a sound of admiration.

It's a pity that it turned into a sigh in the end.

There is no technology, but there is no place to use it.

"What was done back then, now it's done, but unfortunately, it's not cool at all." Sun Wukong is looking up at the sky, looking quite lonely and empty.

"Okay, don't be literary or artistic, the next target is a bear child."

Bai Ye said.

Several of them returned to the Nether Realm and embarked on the road to the west.

After a while, everyone came to the range of the fire cloud cave in the dry pine stream.

This is the residence of the Holy Child King, Red Child, to be precise, Red Child's name.

The Holy Child King is a great name to the outside world.

He is also related to Sun Wukong, and is one of the original Seven Great Sages, the son of the Bull Demon King and the Iron Fan Princess.

Relationally speaking, the red boy saw Sun Wukong and had to call his uncle.

But as a youkai, it's obvious that you don't pay much attention to these.

The relationship between the seven sages, Bai Ye knocked on the side, and Sun Wukong revealed only a few words, showing that the relationship between the seven sages is quite complicated.

It's not just a brotherhood, life and death together.

Rather, it is a complex alliance of interests, and there is also a twine of betrayal.

Among them, the relationship between Sun Wukong and the Bull Demon King is relatively good.

Of course, this kind of relationship will not affect the red boy who wants to eat Tang Seng, nor will it affect the white night to pit the red child.

Walking in the deep mountains and old forests that barely reach the "more roads to walk, there are roads".

Sun Wukong, who was at the front, suddenly laughed and said, "Master, I heard a cry for help. ”

"I heard that, too." Zhu Bajie followed closely and asked for merit and favor.

"Don't earn it, let's go and see." Bai Ye said.

"Master, you are also going to be arrested this time, come to a fishing law enforcement?" Zhu Bajie asked next to him.

"It depends, putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha is just a basic idea." Bai Ye said. "Be improvised."

As he spoke, everyone had come to the reason why the voice came out.

On a large tree in a clearing, a child of about seven or eight years old, wearing a red belly pocket and two whips like horns, was tied up and hung under the tree.

The cry for help came from the child.

His face was full of redness, his complexion was white and red, his face was round, and his hands and feet were tied behind him in turn, giving people a feeling of being round like a ball.

"Master, help, Master!"

Seeing Bai Ye and the others appear, the child immediately shouted.

The voice has the sharpness of a child, and it penetrates to the point of harshness.

Sun Wukong gouged out his ears and pursed his lips disdainfully.

This acting skill is so far from the white bone spirit that it is simply heaven and earth.

If it weren't for the round face that the elders would like very much, and they wanted to rub it at a glance, it would basically be possible to roll up with negative points.

"Oh, bear boy, how can you be hung like a ball under a tree?" Bai Ye looked at the red boy and spoke slowly.

The red boy was stunned for a moment, this monk, what are you doing!

As a monk, you should not be compassionate.

Shouldn't the first reaction when you see a child being hung under a tree be to solve the other person and send him home?

You, mother, stood not far away, smiling and asking, what is the situation?

"I, I met the robbers, and they tied me up here!" The red boy was stunned for a fraction of a second, rolled his eyes, and began to make up a story.

"Oh, I see."

The griffin got out of the white night and walked towards the red child.

The corners of the red boy's mouth raised in an imperceptible arc.

Then, he was slapped by the white night, and his body began to spin.

"Stink—Master! Master, what are you doing! The red boy shouted.

"The poor monk is saving you." Bai Ye said seriously.

"Then the master let me go quickly." Red Boy shouted.

He was spinning like a spinning top now, and this speed would certainly not make him stun the red child, but it would not feel good.

"I've seen it, this rope is too thick, and it's a dead knot, I can't open it." Bai Ye said, "This is the only way to break the rope, you may not know, if you rotate like this, the rope will become tighter and tighter, and then completely break." ”

"Soon, just bear with me."

"You—just—no—will—call your apprentice!" The red boy roared word by word.

"It's not suitable, you look at my big apprentice, it's too short." Bai Ye pointed at Sun Wukong.

The height of the red boy being hung up is still a little, and Sun Wukong can hook it, but it is very reluctant.

"The second apprentice has a phobia of bear children, and he is allergic when he sees a bear child."

"As for the third apprentice, look at his appearance, I'm afraid he will scare you, child."

Bai Ye explained kindly, and continued to turn the red child, having a good time.

“……”

Red Boy was furious, and in his anger, he realized that something seemed to be wrong.

The monkey and the pig demon looked at themselves with a look of ill will, banter, and schadenfreude.

"That's not right!"

The red boy suddenly realized something, and his body shook, and the rope on his body was broken by him.

Behind him, a robe of flame appeared, enveloping the red child.

He was suspended in mid-air, looking at Bai Ye condescendingly: "Stinky monk! How dare you fool me! ”

"What is this little benefactor talking about?"

Bai Ye smiled, "The poor monk is saving you." ”

"Stinky monk! You're looking for death! ”

The red boy was furious, lifted his red robe, and an extra gun appeared in his right hand, the body of which was eight feet long, and the head of the gun was golden.

It has three edges, and the middle edge is the overall wallpaper, and the tip is slightly complete, like a knife.

The other two blades stabbed out at an angle, curved like a crescent moon.

The connection between the tip and the body of the gun is not a red tassel.

It's a burning flame.

The furious red boy ignored it and stabbed the white night with a shot.

With him this time, the temperature of the air around him suddenly increased, and the scenery in front of Bai Ye began to distort.

Flames burst out from the spears.

A fiery dragon was vaguely formed, and with the movement of this thorn, it pounced on the white night.

"Little donor, you're very irritable."

In the face of the angry blow of the red child, Bai Ye still has the mood and leisure time to say indifferent cool words.

Just when the fire dragon was about to stab Bai Ye with the blade of the spear, it had been replaced by a piece of fire in front of him.

A stick appeared, broke through the flames, slashed from the bottom up, and smashed into the blade of the fire-tipped spear.

It sounded like a bell in Luliang.

The spear was provoked, and the red boy felt a powerful attack, almost making him unable to hold the gun in his hand.

The movement of the follower's spear increased a considerable distance, and it barely allowed the spear to escape.

"Good nephew, who allowed you to do anything to my master?"

Sun Wukong put the golden hoop stick on his shoulder, looked at the little kid in front of him and said proudly, "Is it uncle, I can't hold the stick, or nephew, you are floating?" ”

After following Bai Ye for so long, he also learned some sassy words.

In Bai Ye's words, this is called the art of attacking the heart, and it can confuse people's minds.

Whether in trading or in battle, the Heart Attack is a perfect attack technique.

It's powerful.

Of course, the reason why Sun Wukong is proud is not because he has initially mastered this attack technique, but because he is taller than Red Boy.

Hahaha, he's taller than Red Boy.

Sun Wukong flew into the air, deliberately kept at the same height as the red boy (based on his feet), looked at him and said, "Today, I will take your father to teach you a good lesson." ”

As he spoke, he beckoned, and the magic weapon behind his back, Gatling, arrived in his hand, and the bullets poured out towards the red boy.

How to say it.

It is worthy of the style of a group of big demons and demon kings, and they are all shot directly when they are taught a lesson.

The red boy is not easy to mess with, the fire-tipped spear in his hand dances impenetrably, and the fire is splashing everywhere.

Stop all of Gatling's bullets.

Seeing that the muzzle of the gun gradually turned red, Sun Wukong withdrew his hand, bullied forward, and smashed it with a stick.

Not to be outdone, the red boy stepped forward with a gun.

The two of them suddenly fought back and forth, and the sky was filled with the sound of bell-like strikes and fireclouds.

"This bear kid is a bit powerful." Bai Ye said.

"Hey." Zhu Bajie laughed and said, "Senior Brother is completely pressing him to fight, don't look at the kid still parrying, it's just that he has some parry power now." ”

In the field of pure hand-to-hand combat, the person who can confront Sun Wukong is estimated to be only one Erlang God.

Red boy, it's far from enough.