"Does it still hurt?"

The monkey lifted the grass.

The palm of his hand caressed Xiaocao's wrist that was burned by him, and a warm spiritual power poured out from the monkey's palm, moistening the wound on Xiaocao's wrist.

An unbearable tingling itch.

Xiaocao frowned and endured, and after a while, the flesh of the burned area was reborn, and a dark brown old scab formed.

The monkey plucks off the scab, revealing skin that is as smooth as new.

"It doesn't hurt. ”

Xiaocao looked at the monkey: "Your ...... injury"

"It's all good. ”

The monkey stared at the grass with burning eyes.

His eyes, unabashedly, were full of aggression.

Xiaocao suddenly couldn't help but panic.

Once upon a time, she and the monkey had never looked at each other so deliberately. Because they know each other too well. There is no need to be affectionate, they have already taken root in each other's hearts.

Xiaocao felt her face burn.

"I will never forget your face. ”

Monkey Road.

"Really......"

Xiaocao was at a loss.

Lowering his head, he happened to miss the incomprehensible light in the monkey's eyes.

"Yes, from the very beginning, never forgotten. ”

The monkey said seriously.

"You're just injured, I won't disturb your rest. ”

Xiaocao's thoughts were too distracted, and she withdrew her slender white hand from the monkey's hand.

endured weakness and fled.

The monkey stared at the embarrassed back of the little grass, and a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes.

He could see that Xiaocao was a little resistant.

In the dormitory, it was empty.

The monkey stepped on the cooled magma block, shattering everywhere it passed.

"From now on, this body is under my control. You'd better sleep a little longer. ”

In the sound of stone crumbling, the monkey whispered to someone.

......

"I disagree. ”

The little squirrel breaks the oppression.

He gritted his teeth, word by word, almost with all his strength.

"Either way, we're all companions. After all, it was the first time they had gone to the battlefield, and although it was disdainful to be afraid of war and pretend to be dead, it was also understandable. Moreover, there were seventeen of them, and if all of them were to be executed, I am afraid that it would make the people panic. ”

"He's the king, and he's in charge. ”

The darkness obscured Feiliu's face, making it difficult to see. He pointed at the little squirrel, and then at himself: "You, I, have to listen to him." ”

"Tenma, tell me. Wang fought alone in a bloody battle, and finally got the approval of your old department. But now it's not a wise move to go on a killing spree. The little squirrel casts a begging gaze at the Pegasus on the other side, who doesn't speak.

Pegasus seemed to be distracted, he hesitated a little, and finally turned his head to avoid the little squirrel's gaze: "He's the king after all, so don't disobey him......"

"Feiliu, I remember that before in the king's dormitory, your mood was always unstable. It can be seen that at first you were also very resistant to the king killing them. "The little squirrel still doesn't give up.

Feiliu came out of the gloom, his face was fierce, like a blade: "There is a saying outside: Ci is not in charge of soldiers. I think the king wants to be a real king. ”

"Don't you think that the monkey looks like a different person? The little squirrel said in despair.

"Hmph-"

A cold snort came.

A chill enveloped the little squirrel, and he suddenly felt creepy.

"My words don't work, do they? ”

The monkey said coldly.

His figure came from the dimly lit corridor, from far to near.

"Not ......"

Pegasus discerned.

"Needless to say, take them to the palace and I'll handle it myself. ”

The monkey passed through the trio and disappeared into the gloomy corridor.

"Yes......"

Tenma bowed his head.

The little squirrel sat weakly on the ground with blank eyes.

Feiliu retreated back into the shadows, and in the shadows, his gaze flickered.

......

The Palace.

The monkey stood in the middle of the empty palace.

Frowning, he looked at the simple and rough bluestone throne.

He suddenly crouched down and pressed his hands to the ground, and the billowing spiritual power poured out of his palms and penetrated into the ground.

"Boom ......"

The ground shook suddenly, the earth and stones were transposed, the ground was long, and a high platform rose from the ground.

Layers of stone stairs extend upwards.

The monkey withdrew his hand.

He is not good at spells, and in "The Seventy-two Earthshattering Techniques", most of the things he is proficient in are related to combat. At this time, changing the terrain in the palace is not driven by spells, but forcibly changed with powerful spiritual power.

Climb the stairs.

The high platform stands tall.

Exactly ninety-nine steps.

It is no different from the Great Sage Mansion of the Heavenly Palace.

Stay on top of the platform.

He pressed his palm on the throne of the bluestone in the four directions, and the surging spiritual power surged out again, wrapped in the big bluestone, like a huge hand, pressing the bluestone in the palm of his hand and kneading it vigorously.

A stone chair throne gradually took shape.

Placed in the middle of the high platform.

He sat down.

The throne was rough, and he was not satisfied. After all, it is to use spiritual power to change its shape, and it is naturally not as delicate and beautiful as spell changes or artificial carvings.

Standing on a high platform.

Sit on the throne.

The monkey squinted and looked down at the high platform, all of them inferior.