Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Seven Demons Feast Alone
Not long after walking along the deep path, Sun Wukong turned around abruptly, his joy was overflowing, and he beckoned to the demons behind him and said, "Come on, come in, come in, this is it!"
Hearing this, everyone rushed in, but only the red boy suppressed his curiosity and pretended to stand calmly in place. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Yes, in front of so many demon kings, you have to be reserved, you can't be too exaggerated, even if they feel that they are just a child, they must maintain a gentlemanly demeanor. Actually, I really want to be the first to rush in and have a look.
"Eh, nephew, why haven't you come in yet?" Sun Wukong asked standing at the door, puzzled.
"Uh...... I'll go in now. "Red Boy doesn't know why he stuttered a little in front of Sun Wukong, probably because of the idol effect. After saying that, the red boy walked in slowly.
Hey, good guy, such a big round stone table has a radius of two meters! I have lived for more than 20 years, and I have never seen such a large round table.
"Come, son, come to Daddy. The Bull Demon King shouted. So, the red boy nodded and walked to the Bull Demon King very obediently.
"Child, let me introduce you," the Bull Demon King looked serious and pointed to the Jiao Demon King opposite, "This, you should know, Jiao Demon King, you should call him Second Uncle." ā
"Hello second uncle!" the red boy shouted obediently.
"Hey, okay. This kid is so obedient. The Jiao Demon King smiled.
The Bull Demon King introduced in turn: "This is the Peng Demon King, your third uncle, that is the Lion Camel King, your fourth uncle, this is your fifth uncle, the Macaque King, and that is your sixth uncle, his name is the most difficult of us to write, the Tamarin King." ā
Rub, how does it feel like a confession meeting?
The red boy smiled slightly, bowed to these uncles, and said politely: "Hello uncles!"
When the demons heard this, they nodded with satisfaction, and then sat down one by one, regardless of whether they were distant or near.
After the seven demon kings were seated, Sun Wukong snapped his fingers, and then, from behind the delicate screens on both sides, five demon girls who had been transformed into human forms walked out.
The sound of the piano, coupled with the graceful dancing of these ten demon beauties, made these demon kings intoxicated and couldn't help themselves.
The red boy looked at the Bull Demon King and found that the Bull Demon King was staring at one of the women in pink upright, and his eyes were reluctant to leave.
There are as many handsome men and women as dogs in the demon clan, fairies and fairies are everywhere, and it is not uncommon for peerless cities to fall into the city, and the six realms are the treasures. The red boy sitting next to the Bull Demon King complained silently in his heart.
After the dancer stepped back, two monkey demons with hairstyles that killed Matt came up, and that hairstyle was enough to kill the term fashionable. They looked festive, and after introducing themselves, they talked about cross talk. In fact, the short cross talk I talked about is completely equivalent to a cold joke for the red boy who was influenced by jokes in his previous life. However, even so, it made the seven demon kings laugh.
It reads as follows:
"I heard that the monkey fell into the public pit yesterday!"
"yes, I know, when he crawled out, he still had a few shells stuck to his body, and his mouth was full of. ā
"I went to the hut and happened to meet him, and when he saw me, he opened his mouth like a pot of and asked me: Have you eaten today?"
"And then you vomit the rice. ā
"Well, yes. I really don't know if this monkey has a little bit of discipline. ā
"Then you ask him!"
"Forget it, who would dare to provoke him like that?"
"Hehe, that's true. ā
After listening to the cross talk, the demon kings laughed wildly, and one laughed more exaggeratedly than the other, the Bull Demon King even laughed so much that he slapped the stone table, fortunately, the stone table in the Water Curtain Cave was made of good stones, otherwise, this stone table is estimated to have been photographed into a mess.
Ah~ It's disgusting young master, I'm really disgusting!
The red boy couldn't laugh at all, only felt a churn in his stomach, and almost threw up.
After a while, the two Monkey Monkeys who killed Matt finally retreated amid the laughter of the Demon King, and the red boy pulled the corner of the Bull Demon King's clothes, endured the discomfort in his stomach, and whispered, "Daddy, I want to go out for a walk." ā
The Bull Demon King was happy, how could he manage so much, and when he heard the red boy's request, he nodded his head without thinking.
The red boy ran out of the water curtain hole with a "whoosh" sound, and the refreshing mountain breeze hit him, making the red boy hold on a few more steps.
Wow......
As soon as he walked to a boulder, the red boy couldn't help it at all, and he vomited all the rivers and seas, and only felt a little better after spitting up. Then, the red boy covered his mouth and nose, and used the fireball technique that the Bull Demon King had just taught him two days ago to burn the foul-smelling vomit to the ground, leaving nothing behind. After all, protecting the environment is the responsibility of the Six Realms.
After cleaning up, the red boy straightened his clothes and strode back. When he crossed the curtain, he walked cautiously along a stone path only half a foot wide. I've walked through it before, and there's nothing to be afraid of!
After a while, he was back in the "private room". At this time, the seven demon kings had three rounds of wine, and their faces were flushed.
"Oh, don't you know, since I got this Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, it's like a tiger with wings!" Sun Wukong couldn't help laughing, "Lao Tzu named himself a Monkey King, see what he Jade Emperor Lao Er can do to me!"
"Old Seven, didn't you snatch that golden hoop stick from the Dragon King? It's so sharp that you won't see blood when you kill people and demons. As he spoke, the Jiao Demon King conjured up a four-foot-long and two-foot-wide broadsword from his hand, with a smooth blade and delicate texture, and at first glance it was tempered with superb fine iron!
The Jiao Demon King held the handle of the knife tightly, and suddenly, a slender blue light wandered on the blade, revealing the cold glow of the fingers, back and forth.
"This blue light is the soul of this knife, it is a trace of my primordial spirit, once all cultivators below my cultivation touch this knife, they will definitely die!"