Report at the beginning of Journey to the West

Chapter 287
Xie Yun shook his head and sighed, these monster tribes are really beasts, for a bite of beef, they actually arranged for the Bull Demon King clearly, they are also the patriarchs of the Bull Clan after all!
"At the moment of the war, how can we be infighting, we are not the gang of heavenly court, we are all serious."

Only then did Xiong Da remove the bull-eared sharp knife from the neck of the Bull Demon King, and he picked up Qiongqi with one hand and returned to Fengling's small world.

Hearing the mob, Sun Wukong seemed to have been stimulated by some kind of stimulation. He looked around, a little astonished.

Hey, back then the heavenly army kept calling me the monkeys and grandchildren of Huaguo Mountain as mobs, but now you are also reduced to mobs.

Hey, why do you feel weird?

"Master, you see that here we have witch clan, monster clan, cow clan, Shuangchaling, Huaguoshan and other forces. We seem to be more in line with the definition of mob!" After Monkey King finished speaking, he felt dozens of waves. The killing intent locked him firmly.

"Monkey, there is something wrong with you!" Donghuang Taiyi had a half-smile.

Di Jun hid the knife in his words, and asked, "Great Sage, tell me when my demon clan became a mob?"

Di Jiang picked up Monkey King and said with a smile, "This is my brother-in-law's second apprentice, young man, you are quite courageous!"

"Brother, take it easy, don't play him badly, I still want to practice with this rising star." Zhu Rong stretched his muscles.

I haven't made a move for so many years, I can't imagine that my witch clan has been reduced to a mob.

clap clap...

Work for a while.

A dozen sub-sages and dozens of quasi-sages gave Sun Wukong a challenge.

What is a mob, you young monkey, explain to us?
Sun Wukong was completely stupid, he didn't dare to resist, he could only be shaken back and forth by Di Jiang like a doll of Mo De's feelings.

Fuck, it seems like none of these big shots can be messed with!

Xie Yun ignored Sun Wukong's eyes asking for help. He felt that it was time for the second apprentice, who was going to establish a family in the future, to accept the beatings of the society.

This prehistoric is not the prehistoric one when you made a big fuss about the Heavenly Palace. You should know how to be cautious when speaking, and young people should not be too arrogant.

"Immortal Emperor, I just..." The cold sweat on the Bull Demon King's forehead has not disappeared.

He leaned over and wanted to apologize for his stupid words just now.

Xie Yun patted him on the shoulder, and said in relief: "It's okay, if there is a next time, remember to go to the tiger demon to get a flat peach, and prepare to change to a physical body."

"You should understand this process, so I won't teach you."

What?
What do you mean?
The Bull Demon King shivered and assured loudly: "Emperor Immortal, don't worry, I will never do it again!"

Look at the sky, it will definitely be cold next time.

The feeling of watching myself being cooked is too tortured.

Especially the devil chef Xiong Da, he will not only gel you, but also explain the characteristics of all parts of your body in detail.

For example, whether the breasts are big or not, the buttocks are not upturned, and the health of the kidneys.

The shame of being stripped naked, you believe me, no one can bear the second time, even if you are a tough guy of steel.

"Everyone, the Heavenly Court does not want to fight, let's go eat charcoal grilled Qiongqi!" Xie Yun suggested.

Everyone agreed that many of them rushed to Meng Liangshan to help out just to have a meal.

Food is fighting power!
The small world of Fengling once again ushered in a group of beasts, different from the beasts in heaven, this time the beasts mainly have the following characteristics.

The number of people is large, the cultivation level is high, and the skin is thick.

Liuhebei, which has always been known for its shamelessness, is about to be shut up by them for nothing.

You people don't even know my origin, why are you all asking me to inscribe the inscriptions with pens, ink, paper and inkstones?
What is engraved on my body is Dao Wen, passed down from the Dao domain, even Hongjun can't understand it, what do you know?
"Although we don't understand it, it's a great way to save face by making a copy of it for collection." Dong Huangtai said plausibly.

A big power needs to have a background of a big power, and it needs to make things that no one else can understand to suppress the situation.

Besides, what if you can get through those things?

"For a paid service, for a copy of the rubbing, you need to provide the skeleton of a Daluo Jinxian!" Liuhebei opened the price.

All ethnic groups readily agreed, after all, the bones of Da Luo Jinxian are really not a rare thing these years.

The witch clan has been expanded, the monster clan has been expanded, the Shuangchaling has been expanded, and the cattle tribe has been expanded, and then there is no more.

Liuhe Monument was covered in ink, and stared blankly at each other's rubbings in their clan.

Lawless, actually prostituted on the head of my Liuhe stele for nothing, when will the spirit of contract between the prehistoric and wild races be truly cultivated, the air is shaking and cold!
Ma Dan, if I knew it, I would have signed a contract with them.

When everyone was very busy, there was a melodious and loud sound of dinner.

There was another flurry of chicken and dog jumping here, and in the blink of an eye, everyone ran away.

All that was left at the scene was ink, waste paper, and Liuhe Monument, which had lost all energy.

At the time of the rubbing, I called someone a small stele, but now that the rubbing is over, I just leave it here?

These carbon-based creatures are indeed ungrateful people, not at all as pure as our silicon-based creatures.

Xiong Da opened a 20-meter-long roasting kiln, and a puff of white smoke mixed with the smell of barbecue and the fragrance of fruit trees rose into the air, forming a mushroom cloud in Fengling's small world.

Qiongqi's whole body is golden and shiny, the meat on the outside is browned and crispy, and the meat on the inside is soft and tender. It tastes mellow and delicious, with a unique flavor.

Holding the ribs in one hand, Dong Huangtai took a bite and sighed: "Brother Qiongqi, we will remember you!"

"You can go on the road with peace of mind, we will definitely use the transcendence technique to transcend you!"

"You... Damn, why are you staring at me?"

He was taken aback by Qiongqi's head, and he didn't know what happened to Xiong Da, so he actually put his head next to the kiln, he had bad intentions!

Huh?
Why is Qiongqi's head black?
Come to think of it, this kid was poisoned to death by himself, how pitiful.

"Fuck, this meat is poisonous, and Qiongqi was poisoned to death by himself!" Dong Huangtai roared loudly.

Everyone was shocked, and the meat in their mouths spurted out on the spot.

Why did the black bear spirit murder us?

As a sub-sage, Du Qiongqi has not survived for three seconds. How are we better than him?

The top big joke in the prehistoric three worlds, a group of sub-sages and quasi-sages died of food poisoning, is this the rhythm of laughing for thousands of years after death?

"What are you talking about?" Xiong Da held the black iron kitchen knife and said angrily, "Do you see how calm Daoist is?"

"I'm proficient in cooking, can I not see that Qiongqi's meat is poisonous?"

"The venom in his mouth is a neurotoxin. After being baked at high temperature, it has lost its toxicity and has become a high-quality protein."

"Eat it with confidence, that thing is a great tonic!"

Grass, sloppy, there is such a saying in the kitchen?

Everyone affirmed Xiong Da's cooking skills, handed over their hands and apologized, and continued to eat.

In Meng Liangshan's camp, Commander Longwei was still anxiously waiting for the battle report.

Wuming's father and son and the quasi-sage of Mo Dao are very calm, Qiongqi is a cunning old man, and always runs fast when things happen, unless he is lured by great profits, he will fight with his life.

He should be able to hold back such a small scene like a battle between the two armies.

"Report, before the sudden death of Qiongqi Yasheng, the corpse has been picked up by the Eight Desolation Immortal Emperor!" A soldier said with a mournful face, and hurried into the tent.

(End of this chapter)