He had a handsome face, a tall posture like a gun, wearing silver-white armor, and a black dragon dragging behind him. This person walked all the way to the foot of the demon slaying stage and glanced up at Sun Wukong. Just at a glance, Sun Wukong felt as if he had been pricked in the heart by a tiny needle, and his voice trembled: "Yang Jian...... Are you finally willing to come?"

The snow is getting heavier and heavier.

It's time to come, it's finally here.

On that day, the walker once said, "If you believe in a person, give him your life."

However, what did Sun Wukong get.

Disappointment, betrayal, despair, or death.

I haven't seen him on the 25th, Yang Jian doesn't seem to have changed much, there is still water in his eyes, shining brightly, and he can't always see joy and sorrow.

Sun Wukong felt as if he hadn't seen Yang Jian for a long time, and it was like a lifetime.

Sun Wukong wanted to smile at Yang Jian, pulled the corners of his mouth, pulled the few remaining muscles in his face, and felt the blood flowing on his face, Sun Wukong gave up smiling. "You're here?"

"Hmm. Yang Jian nodded slightly.

"How's it going?" Sun Wukong felt that he was asking a little silly.

"It's still the same. Yang Jian replied even more stupidly.

Neither knew what to say.

"Are you okay these days? What have you done?" Sun Wukong didn't know why he asked this, what he wanted to ask day and night on Zhuxiantai was not this sentence.

Is it that when the time comes, people will run away?

"A little bit of trouble. "Yang Jian is talking about the Three Virgins and Agarwood, and in the ears of outsiders, they think it is a matter of killing heavenly slaves.

"What's the matter?, has it been solved?" asked Sun Wukong following Yang Jian's words.

Yang Jian thought for a while and continued: "Sun Wukong, you are struggling to support immortality, do you have to ask me to come to see you, just to greet me?"

"No, it's not......" Sun Wukong suddenly raised his head and looked down at the nether realm, "I, I want to say, when I am free, my grandson will take you to see the sunset of Huaguo Mountain, this is the promise between us?"

Yang Jian laughed: "When are you free? Sun Wukong, do you really think that you are not defeated? Do you really think that you still have a chance to turn the book?"

Yang Jian approached the demon slaying platform, and walked all the way to the blood pool under the demon slaying platform, and stepped into the blood pool, making a soft "pop" sound.

Yang Jian bent down, his index finger was stained with a little blood, and he slapped his thumb.

"The blood has flowed for twenty-five days, but it has not been exhausted, and the natural stone monkey is really extraordinary. The first time I faced you, I knew that I could defeat you, but I couldn't kill you. ”

“...... So you deliberately showed mercy to your subordinates, and the shot that stabbed you in the throat was temporarily deflected?" Sun Wukong's voice lowered, and there was no longer the spirit of Fang Cai.

Escape is not the way, people always have to face reality.

"Not bad. Yang Jian seemed to be looking for something to wipe the blood on his fingers, "On the first night I taught you hands, I went into a dream to discuss with Tiannu how to kill you, and later it turned out that our original plan was successful. Fortunately, you fell asleep a little late that night and didn't know that Tiannu came to see me, and you saw the end, but you didn't see the beginning. ”

Yang Jian didn't find the silk silk to wipe his hands, so he took out a yellow origami, unfolded it, wiped his hands casually, and then cast a spell to burn the paper.

The ashes fell to the ground and were soon covered with snow, leaving no trace of them.

No one paid attention to this little thing, but Sun Wukong saw it clearly - it was a peace charm, a peace charm of Erlang Temple and Yang Jian Temple.

In the snowstorm, Sun Wukong felt a little cold.

Sun Wukong recalled what happened recently, and knew the answer, but still asked: "What kind of strategy did you and Tiannu make?"

Sure enough, I heard Yang Jian say: "Love." ”

"Hmph. Sun Wukong sneered. "Su Wen Erlang Zhenjun is cold and cold, how can you agree?"

"In order to achieve the goal, we have to do whatever it takes. The shot in the battle against Huaguo Mountain won your trust, deliberately injured during the duel with the Dream Demon to attract your sympathy, and made an appointment with you in the mortal world to fight, just to make you slowly develop a good impression of me, and take advantage of your unpreparedness to set up the Five Elements Array to burn Huaguo Mountain, this step by step, Yang Jian is really exhausted and painstaking. Yang Jian smiled, "Haha, fortunately, you never have any suspicions." ”

"If that's the case, even if you burn Huaguo Mountain and win the battle of gods and demons, why do you have to show mercy?"

"Because we will capture you alive. Yang Jian glanced at Taishang Laojun.

Taishang Laojun stepped forward slowly and said to Sun Wukong: "On the night when Zhenjun burned Huaguo Mountain, we discussed it, Zhenjun returned to the place you agreed on, led you out, and Li Jing led 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals to respond." When I caught you that day, Zhenjun asked me to hit you in the back of the head with 'King Kong Zhuo' after you were injured, and it took a lot of effort. ”

I see, I can't think of it!

Yang Jian, when we met that day, I remember that there was a blue sky, white clouds, and sunset, and there was once our brotherhood...... Is all this fake?

Sun Wukong's bright eyes darkened.

The immortals noticed this change and thought that Sun Wukong was about to die, and their faces showed joy.

But the light in Sun Wukong's eyes soon returned to its original state.

"However, my grandson doesn't believe it. Sun Wukong glared at Yang Jian fiercely and said, "You are lying to my grandson." ”

Sun Wukong shouted: "You are lying......" shook the ears of the immortals.

The wind and snow swirled around the Demon Pillar, and Optimus Prime, which was red by Sun Wukong's blood, was covered with white snowflakes.

Sun Wukong shouted hoarsely in the snow.

"You're lying...... Yang Jian ......" Sun Wukong said hoarsely.

Yang Jian didn't speak, his expression was cold and sarcastic.

The black dragon was blown to hunt, the goose feathers and snow covered Sun Wukong's vision, and Yang Jian's figure was blurred in the wind and snow.

What is true and what is false, who in the world can really tell the difference?

Snowflakes fell to the ground, covering up all the squalor and deception, and the white earth was clean.

"Yang Jian, there are too many loopholes in your words, and my grandson is not so easy to deceive. Sun Wukong raised his head, the snowflakes fell on his bloody face, cold and stinging, Sun Wukong closed his eyes and said, "But it doesn't matter if you cheat me or not." At this point, I just want to ask you two things. ”

Sun Wukong opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Huaguo Mountain, did you burn it?"

"Yes. Yang Jian didn't hesitate at all, and immediately replied.

Sun Wukong pulled out an expression on his face that he would call a smile.

After a long time, he said: "The second thing, do you think I am your brother?"

The immortals were quietly talking below, although they had heard the rumors that the demon monkey and Erlang God were drinking together, but at this moment, they were quite shocked when they heard Sun Wukong talk about it in person, and there were whispers for a while.

Yang Jian frowned in the middle of the discussion: "Don't you think it's funny? Let me say it again, I, Yang Jian, will never be brothers with demon monkeys." Yang Jian turned his head, his cruel gaze swept over the immortals standing in front of Zhuxian Terrace, and the discussion disappeared.

"All those brotherhoods are faked?"

"You and I don't have any affection. ”

Sun Wukong gritted his teeth and said in a vicious tone: "But that night, you drank the wine of heaven and earth with me!"

"It's not a small thing to do big things. ”

"Hahaha!" Sun Wukong laughed wildly, "What a 'big thing is not informal'!"

"Yang Jian"