Chapter 206: Goodbye Xu Xian

After the second round of the stone gambling competition, Wukong followed the crowd and walked out on a kick and tap. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When passing by the third courtyard, he saw that the crowd was sparse, and he couldn't help but glance at the two rare birds again, but found that the nine-colored bird and the eight-colored chicken were still holding their heads high at this time, taking small steps leisurely, and were not disturbed by the outside world at all.

"Hey, these two guys, they're really calm!" he turned his head to look around, and couldn't help but think carefully.

When the two rare birds saw Wukong stop and watch, they immediately raised their heads, and their faces showed a hint of disdain.

Wukong was itchy in his heart, "These two second-class goods actually look down on your grandfather, so let's ride a donkey and read the record book--- and we'll see!"

He snorted twice, and walked out of the Shenzang Stone Workshop with some reluctance.

Outside, although it was getting late, the street in front of the door was still full of pedestrians, and it was very lively.

Because tomorrow is the traditional festival of the world - Spring Festival, in time for the eve of Chinese New Year's Eve, many shops have hung red lanterns to add a festive atmosphere to attract customers, and the streets are brightly lit at a glance.

Goku turned his head to look at the sky and noticed that the moon had crept up to the roof without knowing when.

He touched his pockets, walked into a nearby shop, bought five catties of cooked beef and two sesame baked cakes, and turned around and walked in the direction of the inn.

On the way back, the bright moon hung high and the cold wind was blowing.

Thinking of the treasure appraisal process he saw in the Shenzang Stone Workshop, Wukong was very emotional, he didn't expect that in this world, there was still a way to play gambling stones, which was really amazing.

Turning the intersection in front of you, the inn where you live gradually appears in front of you.

Suddenly, Wukong turned his head and inadvertently noticed that in the aisle of the two shops on the left, in a somewhat dark corner, a small black figure was curled up quietly.

Although the light was dim, Goku could still see clearly, it was a child.

After thinking about it, he walked over lightly and beckoned vigorously, "Hey, kid!"

A child of seven or eight years old, wearing a shabby and thin homespun cloth coat and a small straw hat on his head, walked out in a hurry, and his little body shivered in the cold wind.

Wukong bent down, gently pinched the child's little chapped face, and asked in a gentle tone: "Child, why don't you go home on such a cold day, why are you hiding here?"

The kid lifted a dirty face that was red from the cold, glanced at Goku timidly, opened his mouth, and quickly lowered his head.

"Hey, you kid, why don't you speak?"

The child lowered his little head, grabbed the corner of his clothes with his little hands, and shook his head slightly.

"Hehe, I see you like this, you must have been scolded by your parents, so you don't dare to go home, right?"

The child was stunned, but shook his head slightly.

"And are you from here?"

The child shook his head again.

"Hey, you kid, why don't you just shake your head and don't speak?" Wukong muttered to himself, "Is it a dumb person?"

"Are you dumb?" the boy suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide open, and waved his small fist at Goku.

"Hey, you kid, how do you know I'm talking about you?" Goku was a little surprised, because he just muttered something in his heart, but he didn't say it.

Could it be that this kid can still read minds?

"Hmph!" the child raised his mouth and twisted his little face to the side, as if angry.

"Hey, you kid!"

Wukong laughed, "It's really funny to see that you are so young, you dare to play a temper with my grandson!"

After thinking about it, he reached out and took out a cooking cake from the bag, broke open and sandwiched a few slices of beef, and then handed it to the child and said, "No, it's a holiday, it's a New Year's gift from me, hurry up and finish eating, hurry home!"

The child's face hesitated for a moment, as if he was struggling with something.

Eventually, he stretched out his little hand and took the cake tremblingly.

"That's good!" Wukong smiled, and by the faint light, he noticed that there seemed to be a little tear in the child's big eyes on the child's little black and red face.

"Hehe, not bad!"

He reached out and touched the child's head, and said as softly as he could, "Child, it's really nice that you still know how to be grateful!"

After waiting for a long time, the child replied in a whisper: "I, my mother calls me Xu Xian!"

"Xu Xian, what a good name!" Wukong casually complimented.

Then, he waved his hand vigorously at the child, and said again: "Child, it's cold, go home early, don't be abducted by the bad guys!"

"Hmm!" the child's reply was weak, and a gust of wind was blown away.

Wukong wanted to say something more, but scratched his head and thought about it, there is really nothing to say about this Pingshui meeting, it's just that this Chinese New Year, when I meet a broken child, I inevitably feel a little empty in my heart.

He took a few steps forward, looked at the bright moon, and suddenly remembered the monkeys and monkeys who were far away in the sky.

"Alas!" his monkey eyes were a little moist, and he quietly touched the corner of his eye, and walked away.

"Xu Xian?"

Huh? How do you seem to have heard this name somewhere?

After walking more than a dozen steps, his mind exploded, and he turned back instantly.

That's right, didn't the little white dragon tell himself that his son was called Xu Xian?

He slapped his head hard, and his heart was inexplicably happy.

Hey, that's a coincidence!

He turned around quickly, and just wanted to look for the past along the road he came from, but saw that in the night, several figures flew from a distance and landed in front of him in an instant.

"Who is it?" Wukong was stunned for a moment, and his left foot gently stepped back.

"The one who killed you!" Among the three people opposite, a black-clothed masked man shook the three-foot cold iron in his hand, and his body exuded a murderous aura.

"Professional killer?" Wukong Monkey's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was a little surprised in his heart, these three people were professional killers at first glance.

"Kill me?" The monkey deliberately turned to look around, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Three, is there a mistake?"

Syllable!

The man in black shook his hand and opened a picture scroll, looked at Wukong a few times, and sneered: "That's right, it's you!"

"Strange?" Goku blinked, puzzled, "Did I provoke you?"

"Nope. ”

"Then why did you kill me?"

"Someone paid for your life!" The man in black said a little impatiently: "Stinky Taoist, I'm sorry, today next year will be your death day!"

Wukong glanced back at the child's position and frowned slightly. At this time, it is a bit strange that someone actually buys a murderer to kill himself.

"People are dying, so where are you killers, can you always tell me?"

One of them frowned when he heard this, it was still the original man in black, and he snorted coldly when he heard it: "We are the people of the Seven Kills!"