Chapter 114: Purple Thunder Dementor Gun

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Wukong looked at the strange little bell, shrugged his shoulders slightly, bared his teeth, and showed a fierce face: "Little girl, if you think you are more powerful than your unlucky brother, I don't mind if you shake the little bell in your hand." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Of course!" he shook his head and sighed, "You have seen the fate of the little, I don't want to destroy the flowers!"

"You?"

When Reisen heard the monkey talking nonsense, his face turned blue and red, and his raised left hand was gently lowered again.

"Hurry up and save your little lover, otherwise, after a long time, the consequences will be serious!" the monkey clasped his hands to his chest, looking like a hippie smile.

"Hmph, see you next time, I'm going to tear your monkey's mouth!" After saying that, she glared at Goku fiercely, turned and walked into the hole.

The monkey smiled helplessly, and rushed to the little fox's side with an arrow, "Let's go, this is really not a good place!"

"However, I was sealed by them, and now I have no strength at all!" The little fox originally wanted to laugh when he saw Wukong, but when he thought that he was like a waste now, he couldn't help but puff his mouth again.

"It's okay, it's okay, let me take a look!" she said, she circled the little fox twice, grabbed her front paws and looked at her carefully, and reached out and patted her waist twice.

"Oh, why are you touching my waist?"

The little fox suddenly screamed, turned around, and flew over Wukong's head with a whoosh, landing far away four or five meters away.

Wukong touched his head a little inexplicably, and muttered in a low voice: "Touch your waist? How did you touch your waist? Do you have a waist?"

"You?"

After the little fox suddenly found that his mana had quietly recovered to its original state, he wanted to thank the monkey, but when he said this, he became a little twisted for a while.

"This dead monkey!"

Wukong didn't care about this, his left hand grabbed the purple thunder cold sword hard, and with a bang, the purple thunder and lightning were forcibly dragged out of the sword body.

Buzzing!

The length of the purple thunderbolt chopsticks was tightly clamped in Wukong's hand, and the thunderbolt of rice and lightning hissed and bloomed, and the colors were brilliant and shining.

"Hehe, this purple thunder, although it is a little weaker, but it is a waste to put it on this sword!" As he spoke, he rolled his eyes and reached out to pull out the golden spear.

"Well, maybe, you can!" said him, turning the mana in his hand, shaking his hand and forcibly instilling the purple thunder into the golden spear body.

"Good horse with good saddle, you're gone!" he bared his teeth, and a hint of divine thought forcibly instilled into the barrel of the spear.

More than ten seconds later, I saw a buzz from the spear, and a trace of purple thunder and lightning swished from the body of the spear to the position of the spear.

"Hehe, it's really good!" he gently stabbed the gun into the void and said in a long voice: "From now on, you will be called the Purple Thunder Dementor!"

Airplanes!

The purple thunder dementor spear glowed with golden light, as if in response to Wukong's naming.

A trace of purple thunder and lightning quickly wrapped around the entire body of the spear like a dragon.

"Good gun!" he twisted his neck and threw the cold sword in his hand that had lost the purple thunder to the ground, and put away the purple thunder soul with a thud.

"Let's go, little fox!" he turned his head to look at the little fox, "this place is really wicked! It is not advisable to stay for a long time!"

"Hey, hey, hey, wait for me!" the big yellow dog didn't know where to hide for a long time, and then when he saw that the monkey was leaving, he burst out with a bang.

"You dog demon, can't you fight too?" The monkey turned around and punched, and the frightened big yellow dog swooped back three or four meters.

"What, monkey, do you want to play tricks?" the big yellow dog calmed down, mustered up courage, and roared!

Now that there are so many people on the streets, it's not afraid!

"Tricks?" the monkey touched his head, and for a moment he was a little dizzy.

"Hmph, I really want to repay the debt!" the big yellow dog snorted and stretched out his paw to point at the little fox next to him, and snorted angrily: "What?

"Our agreement?" the monkey rolled his eyes and glanced at the little fox, still a little puzzled.

"Hmph!" the big yellow dog's hindpaws slammed on the ground, revealing two sharp dog teeth, "That piece of red crystal, it's time to cash in!"

"Akatra, what Akatra?" the little fox was on the side, not at all figuring out what the two guys were talking about?

"Oh, yes, look at my memory!" the monkey suddenly patted his head and reached out for a piece of flaming red crystal.

"Master Monkey, I have always been a talker, this red crystal, from now on, belongs to you!" After speaking, he shook his hand and threw the red crystal to the big yellow dog.

"That's pretty much it!" the big yellow dog looked at the flying red crystal, jumped hard, and bit the stone.

"Whew!" it suddenly opened its mouth and screamed in pain, and with a snap it threw the red crystal to the ground.

"Damn, why is it so hot!" It pounced on its front paws, half-lying on the ground, and the monkey glanced anxiously at the red crystal that was burning on the ground, and then at the back of the monkey who turned away, and for a moment it was as anxious as if it had been scratched by a cat.

In the bustling crowd, Wukong took the little fox to turn left and right, bought some dry food and water along the way, and finally came to a pawnshop.

"The Eighth Pawnshop?"

The little fox raised his head and stared at the gold-lettered signboard on the door of the pawnshop, looked at Wukong with a puzzled expression, and said, "Brother Monkey, why did you bring me to the pawnshop?

"Is there an eighth pawnshop?"

The monkey looked at the gold-lettered signboard above his head, and was also slightly stunned for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Look, look, maybe there will be anything useful?"

"Two guest officers, I don't know what good treasures you want to be?" At the counter, a middle-aged man who looked like a shopkeeper glanced at Wukong and the two of them, and asked lukewarmly.

"What kind of treasures?" Wukong raised his eyes and glanced at the pawnshop furnishings, squinted at the man and said, "What treasures do you have here?"

"Where am I?" The middle-aged shopkeeper stretched out his hand and pointed to the counter in front of him, and said in a straight voice: "My pawnshop is only a rare treasure, calligraphy, painting and antiques, jade elixir, not ordinary gold and silver!"

"Oh, how can you be such a good treasure?" the monkey glanced at the bottles and cans and various weapons on the counter shelves again, and pouted, "Could it be that these are the rare treasures you are talking about?"

"Hmph, two guest officers, what do you want to be?" The middle-aged shopkeeper looked at the two monkeys coldly, and then closed his mouth and stopped talking.

"Hmph, little family!" The monkey pursed his lips slightly, reached out and took out a fist-sized red crystal from his arms, put it on the counter with a big grin, and said proudly: "Shopkeeper, look at this, how much is it worth?"

"Huh?" the middle-aged shopkeeper stared at the red crystal that was still burning on the counter, and was stunned.