"I said, kill him. ”

The monkey said word by word: "Order you as a 'king'." ”

"I can't. ”

The little squirrel clutched its head uncontrollably and squatted on the ground.

"Stand up and kill him. ”

The monkey said paranoidly.

"I'm not as ruthless as you, I can't do it, and I can't kill him. The little squirrel was almost crazy, and suddenly roared excitedly.

"Use this. ”

A lean figure stood in front of the little squirrel. Feiliu pinched the black iron rod and handed it to the little squirrel: "Use this, if you go down with a stick, you can kill him." ”

"You ......"

The little squirrel looked up at Feiliu with an indifferent face, and he asked loudly, "Why do you even force me to ......?"

"If you think he is a king, then kill him in our presence. Feiliu said expressionlessly.

"Why...... Why ......"

The little squirrel shook his head desperately and burst into tears.

The monkey lay on the throne, squinting and looking down at the audience with cold eyes.

Feiliu handed the black iron rod to the little squirrel, but did not take it back, and waited quietly.

Tenma looked at the white monkey who kept chanting "Don't kill me, don't kill me...... and then moved his gaze to the little squirrel, and there was a trace of unbearability in his eyes. Still, he chose to remain silent.

They were waiting for the little squirrel to make a decision.

"King, the sinner old goat asks to see. ”

An old voice broke the not-so-quiet silence in the palace.

The old goat was on crutches and bowed humbly at the waist.

The monkey looked at the figure of the layman in the palace with a playful and judgmental gaze, and there was no disgust in his eyes when he saw him in the past.

Suddenly, he grinned and said, "Get in on your own." ”

The old goat's thin body shook slightly, and he said respectfully: "Yes." ”

In the stunned gaze of everyone in the hall, the old goat spirit trembled and squatted down with difficulty and lay on the ground. In front of everyone's eyes, he turned his body with great difficulty, and he really "rolled" into the hall!

"Interesting, interesting......"

The monkey laughed on the high platform.

The ground in the palace was solid, and the old goat had old bones and arms. He rolled his body, inevitably bumping and bumping.

"King, the goat seniors can't withstand such a toss. Tianma took a step forward and couldn't bear to say.

"I didn't force him, he wanted to 'get out' himself. Monkey said.

Tenma rushed to the old goat's side: "Senior goat, get up quickly." ”

"Thank you, Tenma-sama, the old man can do it. ”

The old goat spirit smiled reluctantly, gritted his teeth again, and insisted on rolling over.

Pegasus had to follow the old goat spirit closely, his face full of worry.

The monkey on the throne laughed even more.

It's not a distance of ten zhang, and the old goat spirit is stunned for half a column of incense.

"Tenma-sama, please help the old man. ”

The old goat spirit tried to stand up on his own several times, but he was unsuccessful. He frowned secretly, and as he rolled along, he stumbled and rubbed a lot of wounds on his body. Especially on his forehead, a fist-sized piece of old skin was wiped off, and blood flowed.

"Slow down. ”

Pegasus picks up the old goat spirit.

"I'm tired. ”

The old goat spirit finally stood up and bowed down to Tenma in thanks.

He tidied up his grooming and walked with small steps towards the little squirrel, who was immersed in sorrow, and walked with difficulty.

Although his face was covered with blood, he still had a kind smile, grabbed the little squirrel's hand, put it on the black iron rod handed over by Feiliu, and said, "Child, don't be afraid, follow the old man." ”

He grabbed the little squirrel's hands and grabbed the black iron rod in his hands. Then, guide the little squirrel to approach the white monkey.

The white monkey didn't know if he was scared stupid, or if he was immobilized, and he stared blankly at the two approaching, not daring to move.

"Raise your weapon, shine it on his head, like this, and smash it down. ”

The old goat is like a kind elder, patiently guiding the younger generations and teaching them by word and deed.

The little squirrel is like a marionette, at the mercy of the old goat.

The black iron rod fell, and a black shadow swept up.

"Bang!"

When the black iron rod, which was as light as nothing, landed on the white monkey's head, it made an unusually dull thud.

The white monkey's head was sunken and deformed, and the black iron rod was embedded in the collapse. Blood and flesh splattered the little squirrel's face all over his body.

The old goat spirit had a gentle face and said, "You see, killing people is actually very simple. Kill him whenever you want. ”

Blood droplets hung on the little squirrel's eyebrows, obscuring his vision. Through the drops of blood, the world in front of you is all blood-red.

He stared blankly at the black iron rod stained with flesh and blood, and cried: "I don't want to kill, why do you want to do this?"

"Silly boy, how can there be a demon who doesn't kill people. ”

The old goat is fine.

The little squirrel kept crying, stunned.

"Look, your lord, are you satisfied? ”

The old goat spirit looked up at the monkey on the high platform.