"Hey," Sun Wukong grinned when he saw this, little guy, today I will give you a long memory.

The rope on his body was untied by Mingyue before, and he had already had some spiritual power that could be used.

He took a deep breath and all the spiritual energy that still had the fruity fragrance in the back mountain was sucked into his stomach.

Huh~~

A strange wind blew towards the breeze.

The breeze was not in a good way to prevent it and was blown away.

Zheng,

The long sword in Mingyue's hand had already been slapped on Qingfeng's back. Qingfeng was hit by this blow, and the heat wave beside him seemed to have experienced throwing a candle into the snow and ice.

In a moment, he was trembling with cold.

A thick layer of frost formed on the eyebrows and face.

"Ming...Mingyue...Master...When will you...A new...new magical powers?" Qingfeng's eyes were full of unwillingness. Why did the master who had always treated both of them secretly give Mingyue a small meal?

Otherwise, Mingyue would not be able to defeat herself no matter what.

The eyes began to turn red. Jealousy can indeed make a person distorted, and it can also make a person who is already distorted.

Qingfeng is an example at this time.

Mingyue looked at Sun Wukong who was tied to a tree, with some inquiring expressions in her eyes.

Sun Wukong nodded to her, "Donor, let's act. This little donor was too poisoned. If he didn't treat it, it would be difficult to cure it."

"Okay!" Mingyue had already believed in Sun Wukong's words at this time.

"Stinky monkey, my grass, you..."

Qingfeng stammered and muttered. Before he could finish cursing, Mingyue had already gently pinched her face. Her mouth suddenly opened, but her two small eyes were staring at the proud Sun Wukong.

"Donor...has he ever scolded people like this in the past?"

Sun Wukong was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, and his face was red and breathless, so he spoke again and provoked.

Mingyue's expression froze. She pondered carefully for a moment, then looked up and said to Sun Wukong, "I have never scolded me like this."

"Um, um, um!!" Qingfeng glanced at the iron pot beside him, as if he suddenly thought of the consequences for a while, and then began to struggle hysterically.

The eyes staring at Mingyue were full of begging.

But now, his body has been tied tightly by the "rope" transformed by the fierce cold air.

Bang!

A pot was placed beside Mingyue. The smoke and dust choked Qingfeng's throat itchy, but he was pinching his mouth at this time, and even such a small wish as a cough could not be realized.

"Be good at Qingfeng, it will be better in a while~" I felt that Qingfeng was expected to treat it, Mingyue finally showed her face and smiled happily.

One hand continued to pinch Qingfeng's chin, and the other hand grabbed one edge of the iron pot without thinking it was dirty, and leaned down towards Qingfeng.

The oil and water in the pot had not yet fallen, but the breeze seemed to vaguely hear the sound of oil and water hitting in the pot.

Sniffing the oily smell, Qingfeng suddenly felt her whole stomach twitching.

"Wait, wait, wait,," Qingfeng tried his best and struggled to say these two words to Mingyue.

"Hmm?" Mingyue lowered her head and asked, and also stopped the movement in her hand.

"I want to vomit..." Qingfeng said this sentence with a sob. In fact, he could not hold it in, so he vomited it out directly.

But at this time he was being bound. If he vomited it out, he would probably be covered in his face, which was something Qingfeng could not tolerate.

So he burst out his potential and held back.

At this moment, he suppressed the spitting in his stomach and begged at Mingyue.

Even if you don't untie the rope, at least you will let me spit it out quickly...

Mingyue turned her head to ask Sun Wukong in the anticipation of Qingfeng's eyes.

Qingfeng's eyes were also trying hard to look at Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong seemed to have already understood Qingfeng’s begging, but...

He shook his head gently at Mingyue with regret.

"The sin is too deep, and this is the only way."

"Sun Wukong! I'm cao..." Qingfeng collapsed and said angrily.

Before he could finish calling, Mingyue's little hand tightened his chin again.

"Oh... donor, since he wants to vomit, just use oil and water to let him go..." Sun Wukong looked as if he was disappointed and turned his head aside as if he could no longer bear to look at it.

"Blessed by Amitabha!"

"Okay! Thank you for your advice!"

Qingfeng soon had only an iron pot left in his sight. He swallowed the oil and water beside his mouth, twisting his whole body hard and struggling.

In the gap between the iron pot and the ground, Qingfeng accidentally saw Sun Wukong laughing there.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Qingfeng struggled hard, and blue veins swelled up on his neck.

But it has no use at all.

Ding ~~

Accompanied by the struggle of the breeze, a small pottery bottle fell on the ground, making a crisp sound. It happened to be accompanied by the struggle of the breeze, and it was just right to kick it to Sun Wukong's feet.

After seeing this, Sun Wukong fell into a brief trance. What is this?

Soon the smile in his eyes became even better because he remembered the smell mixed in the wind when the breeze just arrived here.

"Little donor, why do I always feel that this is not the best thing he has chosen? Could it be that he has selected other things that can be "drink" on him?"

"Other things that can be drunk?" Mingyue saw that she had almost finished filling, so she stopped the movement in her hand and placed the iron pot aside.

Qingfeng almost forgot to vomit at this time, and was breathing greedily, trying to exhale all the dirty and oily air in his lungs.

"Do you have other things to drink?" Mingyue asked with her head down.

"What...?" Qingfeng replied subconsciously, "It's gone, it's gone, it's gone, even this oil... vomit!"

The feeling of nausea finally surged up, and a powerful "explosion" only took a moment.

"The donor will be poured back quickly. It is the critical moment. We can do whatever we talk. Don't stop the movements in our hands. They are all practitioners. Even if they swallow a mountain, they will not be damaged, let alone a pot of oil?"

Mingyue suddenly realized, "Thank you for your advice from the Holy Monk."

The iron pot was picked up by her again and poured it into Qingfeng's mouth.

Qingfeng's mouth was constantly filled with oil, and he regretted it. If he hadn't wanted to fry the smelly monkey alive before, he would probably not have been revenge from him.

As time goes by, Qingfeng's heart gradually becomes clear.

He began to be glad, but fortunately he didn't use another punishment to them just now...

As soon as he returned, he told them that he had brought "good things".

What he said is naturally impossible is this pot of oil and water. What does this pot of oil and water count compared to his own thing?

That's what I've collected after visiting several mortal cottages.

By the way, I can't let them discover that thing!

I was really afraid of anything I was going to do. Qingfeng immediately heard the conversation between the stinky monkey and the bright moon.

"I still think this is not the only thing he brings. Huh? Donor, what do you think this is?"

A series of jingling sounds sounded one after another on the ground, and every time the breeze sounded, the heart trembled.

Soon the sound was heard beside Mingyue.

Qingfeng's eyes were filled with a dim luster, it was over... everything was over.

"Huh? This is a storage bottle unique to our Wuzhuang Temple, uh..." Mingyue looked at Sun Wukong with a puzzled look, but saw Sun Wukong's eyes that happened to be looking at Qingfeng.

Mingyue instantly realized, "Is Qingfeng the thing you chose?"

"I want to take a good look. What strange things have you found. If it is flowing, I will mix the oil and water for you to pour it in! Humph makes you always think about harming people!"

The bright moon bulging threatens the breeze.

Qingfeng was on the verge of spitting wildly, and now he heard the bright moon want to pour those... into his mouth.

"Um!!"

Qingfeng collapsed directly, and his ban was untied for some reason. Before Mingyue could open the small bottle, she directly held the tree bound Sha Wujing and vomited wildly.

Bang!

When my forehead cooled, the breeze lost consciousness and fainted directly by holding the tree trunk.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!