Chapter 279: Is the Qilin a Thing in the Pool (3)

"Meow, I'm a noble Persian cat!" the white cat wagged its tail, its eyes were extremely gentle, and its steps were extremely lazy, and it looked like a noble cat. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You, you... You!" "Bazhen Chicken's body stumbled, and he almost fell into the mud.

Sou!

Wukong lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then rolled his eyes, and suddenly reached out his right hand and grabbed the white cat in his hand again.

Meow!

The cat was visibly taken aback and struggled a few times, but then calmed down.

"Why, do you think I'm noble and elegant?" it stretched out its scarlet tongue and licked the back of Goku's hand, and a trace of mist quietly flowed through its golden pupils.

"Hehe, it's really you, the young beast Qilin!" Wukong clenched the white cat in his hand, and suddenly said something inexplicably.

"Uh... Bazhen chicken's paws staggered, and he almost fell to the ground again.

"What the hell are you playing with a dead monkey?"

"It's just a joke!" the monkey suddenly grinned, "Ancestor Qilin, the reincarnated young beast, is really extraordinary, no wonder even my delusional eyes can't see your essence clearly!"

"You?" the big white cat was slightly stunned, and then it twisted its body hard, trying to break free, but unfortunately, no matter how it tossed, it was difficult to shake it at all.

Puff puff!

Wukong suddenly stretched out his left hand and quickly tapped a few times on several parts of the white cat's body.

"What are you doing here, why do I feel like I don't have any strength in my body?" the white cat suddenly screamed, and then its body shrank, and like a slippery loach, it slipped weakly from Goku's hands.

"It's okay now!" Wukong clapped his palms, stretched out his left hand and dragged the white cat's tail, dragging it forward a few meters, and then wrapped it around his hand, dragging its tail to the tip of its nose.

"Oops, my tail!"

The big white cat lay on the ground, twisting its lower body weakly, and its eyes were full of viciousness. "You kill a thousand knives, you dare to ban the power of the master!"

"Hehe, the world is not spiritual here, it's useless for you to cut your throat!" Wukong sneered, "But, if you admit that you are a Qilin, then I will give you back your mana!"

"Damn the monkey, you?" the big white cat bared its teeth hard, and its four little long legs kicked the ground hard, but unfortunately, to no avail.

"You dare to do this to me, see how I clean you up in the future!"

"Hehe, after that, if you don't admit it, then there will be no future!" Wukong raised his fist and shook it, looking threatening.

"Hehe, you dead monkey, you're cunning enough!" Bazhen Chicken suddenly came to his senses, and it took its wings and regained its pride.

"Say it, admit it quickly, or you won't have your good fruit to eat!" it said with its beak split open and menacing viciously.

"You dead chicken, eight legs!" The big white cat bared its teeth, its body scurried forward, and it wanted to bite when it opened its mouth, but unfortunately, its body was weak, so it could only roll its eyes and have no choice but to give up.

"Why, don't you say it yet?" the monkey was a little impatient, "I don't have so much time to grind with you here!" After saying that, he stood up and patted his buttocks, and turned to leave.

Bazhen Chicken rolled his eyes, stood up and thought about it, and slowly sat down again.

"Hmph, if I were the reincarnation of the Ancestral Qilin, would I be so weak?" the white cat snorted and panted, obviously choking on breath, "Damn!"

"You, really... Isn't it?" the monkey blinked, turned back.

"I... Of course not!" The white cat rolled his eyes, "I heard that the ancestral unicorn is powerful and majestic, but you look at my body, which point looks like a unicorn?"

"Hey, you even know some legends of the Qilin?" a smile appeared at the corner of Wukong's mouth.

"Uh... Hearsay, hearsay!" The white cat wagged his tail and immediately corrected.

"That's right!" the monkey nodded in agreement, "Ancestral Qilin is also a hegemon, how majestic, how noble, that is like you bear! A pile of white meat garbage!"

"You... The white cat gritted its teeth and stopped talking.

"Okay, since you don't say or admit it, then I'll go!" Wukong stood up and walked a few steps, and suddenly turned around and said: "By the way, I forgot to tell you, the fingers I just clicked have a name, it seems to be called the Heavenly Remnant Finger, the world is unique, no one can understand!"

"Hey, so what!" the white cat didn't ask, but Bazhen Chicken asked urgently.

"No how!" The monkey blinked his eyes and said with a sly smile: "The Heavenly Remnant Finger, as the name suggests, is that after half an hour, the bones of the whole body will be broken and then broken, and then broken, and that's it!" After speaking, he waved his hand, shook his body, and disappeared into the Bodhi world in an instant.

"You dead monkey, stinky monkey, wild monkey who killed a thousand knives! You can't die well!" Behind him, there was a howl like killing pigs.

Outside the Bodhi world, Wukong floated to the top of a high mountain and looked in the direction of the Qilin Valley.

An hour has passed, and there is still no news of the little white dragon coming back.

He wasn't worried that the little white dragon wouldn't be able to come out, with his current mana attainments and intelligence, plus he had given him an escape jade talisman in advance, he believed that as long as the little white dragon was alive, he would definitely be able to find him.

It's just that the ancestral dragon, although it is only a dragon heart, but that body of cultivation is indeed very terrifying, I don't know if the little white dragon can cope with it?

"Hey!" he sighed secretly.

After thinking about it, he suddenly reached out and took out a peanut-sized pill from his arms, which was the remnant of the Nine Turns Great Returning Pill that King Jizo had given him.

Thinking of what Zu Long said and what Zu Long did, Wukong's brows couldn't help but frown quietly.

Could it be that the king of Jizo and Maitreya and Zulong still have any entangled stories?

He quietly turned the Nine Turns of the Great Returning Pill in his hand, although it was only a small part of the remnants, but it knew that this medicine was indeed extraordinary, although it was only such a small point, just by virtue of the prestige of the Taishang Laojun, just by virtue of the miraculous use of this Great Returning Pill, I was afraid that wherever it was thrown, someone would break its head and snatch it.

This medicine is precious and rare in the world.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the world is unique.

However, the king of Jizo gave himself such a rare elixir in vain, is there any reason for this?

And what is the purpose of Maitreya's words?

Wukong stared at the small pill in his hand steadily, and his thoughts were racing for a while.

Or, to send or not to give?

And why send it? It doesn't make much sense!

Whether it's utilization, charity, or entrapment, in the final analysis, I'm too weak now.

Perhaps, we should put aside these distracting thoughts for the time being and concentrate on cultivation.

After all, fists are the last word!

Thinking of this, he stood up again and carefully searched the far lower void, and after making up his mind, he dodged into Bodhi again.

In the Bodhi world, the Bazhen chicken was already lying under the Bodhi tree, staring fixedly at the big white cat in front of him, which seemed to be a unicorn cub, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Wukong shook his head, turned around, and quietly came to another corner.