"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The cold winter wind blows.
Lingxizhou in the southern region of Shenshui River, Huihui Mountain.
The grass and trees in the mountains swayed.
A bonfire was burning in front of the ruined temple of the demon god to dispel the damp and cold air in the morning.
There is a pig next to the fire, a tree next to the pig, and a monkey riding on the tree.
The monkey asked:
"Old Pig, there is a monkey riding on the tree and another monkey on the ground. How many monkeys are there in total?"
The pig sighed:
"Brother Monkey, I'm not a monkey, I'm a pig."
"Are you a spider? What made you a spider?" The stone monkey, who was riding on a tree, wearing tiger fur and a thunderous mouth, laughed to himself, almost falling off the tree.
"Haha..." Pig had a dark face and laughed twice.
Monkeys always like to tell homophonic jokes, which is really embarrassing, but the monkeys don’t even realize it.
"Hey, there's a relative of White Dragon coming down the mountain." The monkey stood, stepping on the branches and looking down.
The pig demon added a few more pieces of firewood to the fire and corrected him in a deep voice:
“First, I don’t say hello.
Secondly, where are the relatives of Bailong? You and I are all abandoned monsters. If it weren't for the Ghost Emperor, our bones would have been buried in the barren mountains and rotted away.
There is a fart relative. "
"It's boring." The monkey lamented:
"boring."
It fell backwards, its tail hanging on the branch, dangling.
It really saw a relative of the white horse, it was also a horse, blood red, with a long and thin horse face.
Not long after.
The pig, who was sitting by the fire to keep warm, heard rustling sounds from the grass and trees not far away. However, the morning fog on Huihui Mountain was so heavy that he could not see clearly what was behind the sound.
But it doesn’t matter, I’m just passing by anyway.
Most of the people who came to Returning Mountain were just obsessed with being summoned by Youdu, and there were very few living people.
The last time I met a living person was the last time.
At the beginning that day, I met a shameless bald donkey, and then I met a coquettish human man, who looked like a villager.
The bald donkey is shameless, the man... is fine...
Yes, Zhao Wuyan, it remembered.
I don’t know what it is this time.
Could it be that he is a relative of the white horse as the monkey said?
"Hiss."
The misty morning fog was dispersed, and the fiery red figure passed through the morning fog and came to the fire.
"Ouch." The pig demon was so frightened that his whole body became alert. What the hell, it's so fast!
It looked sideways and saw that it was indeed a horse, a big bay-red horse.
However, he has not transformed. It seems that his cultivation is not enough. At the same time, he has no background and no resources to take the transformation grass or the transformation pill.
The big round eyes under the slanting bangs of the maroon horse stared at the pig demon:
"Hiss."
The stone monkey swung down from the tree and landed lightly:
"Hey, what a heavy obsession, what a broken soul, where are you going?"
The pig demon rolled his eyes, knowing full well that the obsession of coming to Return Mountain, where else could he go but Youdu?
"Neigh..." The horse snorted to explain its purpose.
The monkey and the pig looked at each other, they didn't understand.
"Hey, Bailong, your relatives are here, come out and translate." Stone Monkey shouted into the ruined temple.
A bookish horse demon walked out of the temple, holding an ancient book in his hand.
The horse demon has a gentle and elegant demeanor:
"It said its name is Xiaohong. Have you seen his owner?"
"Really or not?" Shihou scratched his head and scratched his head, looking suspicious:
"How do I feel? It only said three words."
"The chicken talks to the duck, and the horse talks to the monkey." The horse demon replied lightly to the monkey, came to the fire, looked at the big maroon horse, and asked softly:
"What's your master's name?"
"Neigh..." The horse showed its big white teeth and said no more for a moment. He shook his head, snorted, followed the direction in his heart, and crashed into the morning mist, disappearing.
The pig demon and stone monkey were stunned and looked at the horse demon:
"White Dragon, what did it say again?"
The horse demon's eyes trembled, staring at the morning mist:
"It said it didn't remember.
Alas, how much can such a broken soul remember? "
