"I don't know." Mu Ge replied, his eyes pierced on the face of Wukong like two ice blades, and he said coldly, "There is indeed a Wukong monk in Shaolin Temple, but you are not the real Wukong monk!"
Monk Wukong felt that his face was slowly becoming numb and his perception weakened. After hearing this, his expression changed again.
"It's simply nonsense! I am Wukong of Shaolin Temple!"
Jue Xinyuan was also displeased and said, "You are the prince, and you must be responsible for your words."
"Smelling stones, give them evidence." Ming Xixi said. Since Muge said it was not, there must be a reason.
Mu Ge looked at Monk Wukong sarcastically and said to Jue Xinyuan: "I am irresponsible in speaking. Master Jue may as well explore Monk Wukong's face carefully."
Jue Xinyuan couldn't help but be stunned. Monk Wukong was angry and embarrassed: "If you are the prince, don't bully the young because you are the prince. I'm gonna be! None of your surnames are good people!"
Ming Xixi couldn't help but raise his hand and point it back, retorting: "Old monk, you are a good person on your forehead? I clearly saw that the words "bad person" are written!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the word "bad person" really appeared on Monk Wukong's forehead, and it flashed for a moment before disappearing.
Everyone present was stunned and thought to himself that he was not a good bird, so he hurriedly touched his forehead, for fear that he would show the word "bad" like Monk Wukong, to make the ugly.
There is no silver here. Ming Xixi held back her laughter. She was just a prank. Unexpectedly, these people were so reflexive. The pure good people in this world were probably extinct like dinosaurs.
Jue Xinyuan looked at Monk Wukong in confusion. He had known this face for more than ten years, how could it be fake? However, Jue Xinyuan also learned about Mu Ge from his son. He was taciturn and expressionless on weekdays. Outsiders only felt that he was mysterious, but in fact he was clear and sharp, with very good means, but his reputation was very good. This is also the main reason why his son became friends with him.
"Wuhuo, is it easy for you to be over?" Jue Xinyuan asked hesitantly.
"Damn you, you are easy to be overly dissatisfied! Juexin is far away. You and I have known each other for more than ten years. Do you have to doubt me if you say this guy? I didn't expect you to be such a person!" Monk Wukong cursed angrily.
The twin men said at this time: "Senior Wukong, senior I think, don't be solicited by them and affect your friendship."
Another said: "Lord Liao has sent an emergency message to the sect leader, and the circuit is being repaired. I think senior, don't talk to them anymore. My elder brother and I are here to help the two seniors."
Ming Xixi said, "Old monk, are you very calm? You feel as if an ant is crawling on a hot pan? My stinky stone never lies. Do you believe it or not? Hello, those twins, come here."
"The girl who doesn't know the height of the world will let you taste the power of our heartbreaking!" The twins had long wanted to show off their skills. Ming Xixi's words were just right, and each took out his own weapons and rushed towards Ming Xixi.
"Fifth sister, I'll do it." Mu Ge flashed forward, the blood sword was unsheathed, and a dazzling red light was drawn. The man stood still like a statue, looking at the rushing hand with a cold look, "I'll talk about it after passing this level!"
"Don't go over!" Monk Wukong shouted anxiously, but unfortunately it was too late. Two handsome figures were like two winds swept towards the curtain song, and their unstoppable spirit was amazing.
Mu Ge just stood expressionless, standing with one hand on his back, and the blood sword in his hand pressed down on the open space. His whole body suddenly emitted a cold air, and a corner of his robe blew slightly.
"Bang"! A harsh sound came from the air first, and red light flashed like lightning, bringing a bright moon and a half moon, splashing red stars.
Mu Ge quickly retreated, waved his left palm, and the best robe did not have a drop of bright red. Only the liquid on the blood sword fell down drop by drop.
The blood in the air seemed to be a little thicker.
It seemed as if it was frozen instantly, and it stood there with a heart-breaking hand, still maintaining its attacking posture. Its eyes widened, and its surprised expression seemed to be extremely unwilling to believe it. It lost without using one move.
Blood flowed down from the throats of the two men. With anger and unwillingness, they suddenly fell forward with two "puffs".
Time stopped at this moment, and everyone present stared at the forever desperate attempt, as if they had not yet reacted from the perfect killing move that had just happened.
Monk Wukong's mouth began to tilt, and he murmured to himself with difficulty: "Canxue..."
Ming Xixi suddenly took action, and no one saw how she was doing. Jue Xinyuan was next to Monk Wukong, and only felt a wind blowing by, and there was one person missing by his side.
"You, you..." Monk Wukong tilted his mouth, and because of fear, he said two words of you, his mind was blank.
"I know the old owner, the real thing is about to be determined." Ming Xixi said coldly, stretched out his hand to fumble on the face of Monk Wukong for a moment, suddenly pressed his chin and wiped it up hard.
"Ah!" Monk Wukong screamed, his eyes suddenly changed.
Ming Xixi held a human face in her hand. She looked at it with disgust and threw it to Jue Xinyuan: "Look at the friend you have known for more than ten years."
"This is?!" Jue Xinyuan grabbed the human skin and carefully identified it. His hands suddenly trembled violently. This was clearly a real human skin!
Mu Ge said: "What you hold in your hand is the real monk Wukong's face."
"What?!" Jue Xinyuan trembled all over when he heard this, and the face in his hand fell to the ground.
"The real monk Wukong was killed many years ago." Muge added.
Jue Xinyuan's face was pale and his mind was empty and he couldn't think.
The monk "Wukong" on the ground looked as if he was ashes, and his unconscious face was a strange face. He lowered his eyes and looked desperate.
"My master, leave here quickly." The little cutie suddenly sent feedback.
"What does it mean?" Ming Xixi's mind was wandering around, trying to completely destroy the power distribution facilities here.
"That person with spiritual consciousness is approaching." The little cutie of spiritual consciousness seemed a little impatient and uneasy.
"Okay, help me summon Han Junchen and the others." Ming Xixi responded.
Jue Xinyuan trembled with his hands and picked up the falling face again. His voice trembled and his eyes were filled with mist. When he looked at the monk Wukong on the ground, his eyes suddenly became sharp: "Who are you?"
"I, I am Mala." The monk Wukong replied with difficulty. His limbs had begun to become disobedient, trembling slightly, and a numb feeling was slowly spreading from his limbs to his whole body. This recognition made him extremely terrified. He looked at Muge and begged: "Prince, please let me go!"
Mu Ge glanced expressionlessly and said, "There is no solution to the blood coagulation technique in the world."
"You, you, I won't be a ghost, I will let you go, you!" The monk Wukong cursed with infinite hatred in despair.
Ming Xixi said, "You are so pitiful. You want to curse yourself and even make mistakes. If you become a ghost in three days, you should go to settle the score with your boss. Because he led you astray and killed you."
"What a clever and sophistry lay Buddhist Bingjing!" The voice fell to the ground, and a man in gray robe appeared in front of everyone.
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