When the Master of Bliss is reincarnated as a Tang Monk

"Apologize to me?"

Tong Mo spread out the fan in his hand, covering half of his face, only revealing a pair of eyes, so that people can't get a glimpse of his true emotions, and can only guess wildly by himself, what kind of character Tong Moyao is showing? Emotions...and how should I deal with it.

But before Tong Mo could continue to say something, Sun Wukong had already helped Tong Mo block all the temptations from Nine-Headed Worm.

"Don't talk about gossip, and don't even think about talking about nonsense with my master!" Sun Wukong threw the golden cudgel in his hand, and the sound of breaking through the air was extremely loud, "You bastard, you stole the enshrinement from the Jisaiguo Pagoda. Orb, is it not?"

The nine-headed son-in-law raised his head, looked at the sky and thought for a while, and then showed an expression of sudden understanding: "Oh, it seems that there is such a thing. That country is called Ji Sai Kingdom?"

He looks so careless, obviously he doesn't take it seriously: "It's just a mere human, with eyes that don't recognize treasures, just think it's some 'orb', and let it go at will." There, it is a shame to its own value. It is better to give it to someone who knows the goods, and I think that even if the orb is born with wisdom, it will be more grateful to me."

Look, look, what a shameless, shameless declaration this is!

So Sun Wukong had nothing to say to him, he just sneered, and immediately rushed forward, the two of them fought together, and after more than 30 strokes, they couldn't tell the winner.

Seeing that the situation is not good, the nine-headed son-in-law does not want to entangle too much with Monkey King here.With a flick of the weapon in his hand, he blocked Monkey King's attack, and then jumped away in two or three steps, as if he wanted to go back into the water to temporarily avoid the limelight.

... And of course he can't really fulfill his wish so easily.

The water flow that should have been able to go back when he turned around, and brought him shelter and protection, did not know when thick ice had condensed.Not to mention it went in, the Nine-Headed Insect just fell hard on the ice.

Although, because of his timely reaction and strong control over his body, Nine-Headed Insect didn't really lose face - such as hitting the ice with his face on the ground or something.

Tong Mo lightly stroked the handle of the fan with his fingers, with a smile on his face that concealed his achievements and fame.

joke.

He was already standing here, if the Nine-Headed Insect managed to escape from the bottom of the water again, it would be considered a child mill, and he would feel ashamed.

The game between masters is originally changing rapidly, and the slightest change may lead to a huge difference in the final result of the battle, not to mention that the Nine-Headed Insect was not very much an opponent of Monkey King.

With no way out, he was quickly overtaken and subdued by Monkey King, and he was thrown in front of Tong Mo tied up.

"Here."

The Great Sage rolled his eyelids.

"You want."

"Thank you, Goku."

Tong Mo leaned over with a smile, stood in front of the Nine-Headed Insect, looked and looked, and soon smiled.

"Ah, those two fish monsters didn't lie to me."

He intoxicated and took a deep breath. Under the original smell of water on the Nine-Headed Insect, what Tong Mo could smell was the smell of blood that he had been submerged in for who knows how long.Because the accumulation was too much and for too long, it was like a bomb right now, and it all exploded on his face with a "bang".

It's terrible, it's terrible this time.

You must know that because of those huge changes in his body, Tong Mo has become more thirsty for power than before—to put it more modernly, it means he has a greater demand for "food" .

And at such a time, Nine-Headed Insect, a piece of fat that was obviously delicious and exuded an overly delicious taste, was in front of him. Tong Mo almost tried very hard to control himself, so he didn't pounce on the spot. Or drooling from the corner of the mouth in a very imageless way.

But even so, Sun Wukong and the Nine-Headed Insect still sensed the hunger that came from him to salivate over the Nine-Headed Insect in front of him.

"Master..."

Sun Wukong pressed his temple with one hand, but because he was used to it, he didn't say much.

On the contrary, Nine-Headed Insect was very surprised. Even though it has been tied up into a rice dumpling by rope and thrown on the ground casually, it has to try very hard to raise its head, and stubbornly looks at Tong Mo, with embarrassment in its eyes. How much surprise was concealed.

"Such malice..." Nine-Headed Insect murmured, not so much looking at Tong Mo, but rather looking through Tong Mo at something else that made him feel shocked, "How is it possible? Are you not a Buddha?"

How could Buddha have such malice?Shouldn't that Buddhist disciple in the Western Paradise be a model of compassion, cutting flesh and feeding eagles?

"Yeah." Tong Mo tapped his palm with a fan, showing a smile, "I never said I was a disciple of Buddha, did I?"

But Nine-Headed Insect exclaimed in shock: "No, it's impossible!"

"Your Majesty will never make mistakes. If he appointed you and asked me to wait here, then it must be you."

Even if this Buddha child looks really weird!

"Oh."

Tong Mo responded casually, looking at the Nine-Headed Insect like a sharp knife, thinking about where is the most suitable place to dissect and where the meat will be the most tender and delicious.

The Nine-Headed Insect was terrified by what he saw, and wanted to say something, but was stepped on the back of the head by Monkey King, and his face was buried firmly in the mud beside the pool.

In short, the image has been completely ruined, and there is no trace of the majestic, dignified and haughty appearance before.

Sun Wukong made the golden cudgel smaller and stuffed it back into his ear, and the force he stepped on the Nine-Headed Insect's head quietly increased a bit.

"How about it, master, what are your thoughts and regulations now?" Sun Wukong asked, "Do you need me to help you, grandson?"

This gang, of course, refers to dealing with the Nine-Headed Insect, and directly serving it to Tong Mo.

To be honest, Sun Wukong has never mentioned such an approach on weekdays; but right now, he has a very strong and bad premonition, as if if he doesn't do anything to stop it, then in the end because of The appearance of the nine-headed worm would make everything develop into a certain ending that he did not want to see.

Driven by such an intuition, or instinct, Sun Wukong decided that it would be better to minimize the contact between Tong Mo and Nine-Headed Insect as much as possible.

"Susususu..."

Even though his entire face was buried in the mud, Nine-Headed Insect still laughed out loud.

"Why don't you dare let me talk to him, Monkey King?" He laughed, "Hasn't your blood been inspired by that lord? Haven't you been issued an order?"

The Nine-Headed Insect seems to have made up its mind to carry out the separation between Monkey King and Tong Mo to the end.I don't know where he got the strength from, but he was able to forcefully lift his face up again, and smiled ferociously at Tong Mo.

"Buddha son!" He laughed, but there was a lot of viciousness in Sun Wukong's ears, "How do you know that the monkey beside you who once made trouble in the Heavenly Palace 500 years ago is really a real monkey?" Treating you as a master, instead of hiding it from you behind your back, what are you doing?"

This is determined to carry the teasing to the end.

And Sun Wukong was really furious: "What are you talking about, bastard!"

It seemed that he was about to take out the golden cudgel and smash the Nine-Headed Insect into pieces, but because of the existence of Tong Mo, he suppressed his temper forcefully.

It's just that the flickering, unpressed fierce light in his eyes is clearly expressing that this matter can't be left like this, how can the Nine-Headed Worm pay the price for his indiscriminate words.

"Well, what you said seems to make sense."

In the surprised and triumphant eyes of Nine-Headed Insect, in the corners of his lips raised bit by bit and in the smile he revealed, Nine-Headed Insect felt his entire back go cold.

"—But, so what?"

Piercing his body with sharp claws with sharp nails and holding his spine, the Buddha said so with a compassionate smile and splashing blood on his face.

"After all, I just want to eat you."

So does everything else matter?

It doesn't matter at all!