"Bastard!"

Wang was furious, slapped the case, glared at Yan Xiaowu, and roared, "Do you want to die?"

Yan Xiaowu couldn't see Wang's almost murderous gaze, and only vaguely felt his anger from his roar, but she still just straightened her face and said very seriously: "I don't like you very much." ”

"Untouchables, I want you to die!"

Wang grabbed the wine lord on the case and threw it at Yan Xiaowu viciously.

Jue drew a low arc in the air, and then landed weakly on the steps in front of him, stirring up a sound of gold and stone.

The corners of Yan Xiaowu's mouth raised slightly, as if hiding a sense of contempt and disdain, and asked lightly: "If people are not afraid of death, what else can you do?"

"Then let them die!" Wang waved his sleeves and pointed at Yan Xiaowu, "In this world, after all, there are still many kneeling, you want to die standing alone, and you will be alone!"

The king turned his back and stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes glazed.

"Kill them all. ”

The general knelt down on one knee and said in a deep voice: "Subordinates receive orders!"

"Pay attention to proportion, it is still useful to ask their hearts. ”

Wang raised his head slightly, closed his eyes, and rubbed his eyebrows lightly.

"Yes!"

......

At the king's command, the soldiers rushed to the prostrate healers, cutting off their heads and reaping their lives like wheat.

In this big drama of thousands of people on the same stage, the howlers, the beggers for mercy, the escapers, and the dead are waiting for thousands of people.

However, there seems to be something missing.

......

It's been about twenty or thirty years.

I don't remember how many years and months there were.

It's just that it's really been a long time, so long that he can't tell whether he is Qi Tian or the stupid monkey on Huaguo Mountain, so long that he has forgotten why he is staying by Yan Xiaowu's side.

Is it because of that heart?

Sun Wukong put his hand on his chest, and he could feel the heart in his body beating slower and slower, gradually aging and decaying......

It's dying.

The heart in his body was dying of old age.

It won't be long.

It won't be long yet......

Sun Wukong couldn't figure out whether this matter was good or bad, he accompanied Yan Xiaowu to travel in the mortal world for decades, and there were more and more things he didn't understand.

It was as if now, he really couldn't understand how this mortal in front of him, who was full of fat brains and withered descriptions, had the qualifications to sit on the throne of the high platform, and why did this group of heavily armed armor soldiers obey one ......

Sun Wukong looked up at the so-called king, and his eyebrows were tightly wrinkled.

The order of a mites-like guy?

But now, he couldn't think about it anymore, Sun Wukong strode in front of Yan Xiaowu, grabbed the oncoming iron sword, took a step back with his left foot, arched himself, and slammed his head into the soldier's chest.

The dull sound of collision resounded through half of the hall, and the soldiers flew a dozen steps backwards, knocking down several soldiers along the way, lying on the ground, the armor on their chests deeply dented.

His body twitched, thick blood coughed up from time to time in his mouth, and his wide eyes were full of confusion and a hint of shock.

Sun Wukong was also shocked and took a few steps back, he shook his head, turned his head to glance at Yan Xiaowu behind him, and saw her standing quietly in place, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

Sun Wukong came back to his senses, and rushed into the iron wall surrounded by hundreds of soldiers without fear of death, rampage, and let the sharp sword slash at his body.

He tirelessly raised his fist and slammed it into the soldiers' faces, slammed his head into their chests, pounced on them and crushed their necks with his teeth, like a mad bull and a lioness guarding her cubs.

Sun Wukong tried his best to make a gap from the layers of encirclement, and left with Yan Xiaowu.

"Whew...... Whew~"

Sun Wukong gasped rapidly, his strength was almost exhausted, his hanging arms were as heavy as iron, his legs seemed to be deep in the swamp, and every step seemed extremely difficult.

His eyes swept viciously over the soldiers who surrounded him, and let out a hoarse growl.

Without mana, even ants can show off their might in front of him.

Anger, unparalleled anger arose from the bottom of Sun Wukong's heart, burning his heart like a blazing fire.

However, anger does not kill people.

It is of no use other than to make the heart-burning flame in Sun Wukong's body more vigorous.

Sun Wukong's hand was clenched on his chest, clenching his teeth, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

"Dumb, let's go!"

Yan Xiaowu said calmly.