When Wukong woke up, he knew that it was bad again. His master's leg was gone again.

Who was it this time!

Wukong gritted his teeth and opened his eyes. He found that not only was his master missing, but his master's pots and pans were also gone.

Wukong couldn't help but wonder if Xuanzang had left him behind to seek the scriptures.

However, when he saw the neatly folded clothes on the floor and the customs clearance document tucked in the clothes, he let out a sigh of relief. He knew that he had been overthinking things.

The person and the pot were gone. Wukong thought about Xuanzang's performance yesterday and slapped his head. Damn it, his master wouldn't have naively gone back to save the Little White Dragon, would he?

That Little White Dragon was no longer the honest and kind Little White Dragon of the past. Something was going to happen!

When he rushed to the Little White Dragon's cave residence, he saw that the Little White Dragon had bad intentions and was about to attack Xuanzang. He took out the Jingu Bang at lightning speed, grew bigger and longer, and hit the Little White Dragon.

"Ow!" The dragon screamed.

In fact, although the Little White Dragon was sad and angry, he was timid and didn't plan to kill Xuanzang. At most, he would just slap him to vent his anger. Well …

The Little White Dragon was flattened by Wukong's Jingu Bang.

But he still had the merit from Xuanzang in his body, so he didn't die on the spot, but he wasn't far off.

"I'll f * ck your grandmother!" The Little White Dragon threw out two lines of tears and fainted.

"Why is he so weak?" Wukong put away the Jingu Bang and came to Xuanzang, who was still in deep thought.

"Oh, that's probably because he's out of mana."

Xuanzang awoke from his contemplation and glanced at the Little White Dragon. He couldn't bear to look at it. "So pitiful."

"I didn't want to kill him. He was the one who couldn't take it," Wukong said warily.

After saying that, he touched his conscience and felt a little depressed.

Could he really be dead?

This was his old buddy and partner. In his previous life, even if he didn't make any contributions, he still put in a lot of hard work … Wait, he suddenly realized that he had killed?

Wukong's expression immediately turned ugly.

He looked at his own hands and felt that they were so dirty that he wanted to chop them off … Why, why, why, why!

Why would the Little White Dragon betray their Scripture Seeking Alliance?

Why would Master be so kind as to come here in the middle of the night to court death instead of sleeping?

Why wasn't Avalokitesvara here yet? They were about to lose a powerful teammate!

Why, why, why, why!

Wukong fell into self-loathing and complaining. At this time, he heard Xuanzang say calmly, "It's okay. He ate my flesh. His mana is gone, but his life force is more tenacious.

He just fainted from the pain and will wake up in a while. "

Why, why, why, why — — Ah?

Wukong escaped from his self-blame.

"Oh, that's good."

Wukong glanced at the beaten Little White Dragon and inexplicably believed in the words of the Mortal Magic Xuanzang. He nodded and said to Xuanzang, "Master, let's go."

"Let's go," Xuanzang also glanced at the lonely Little White Dragon lying on the ground and picked up the bag on the ground.

"Master, let me do it," Wukong rushed to take the bag from him.

"Mm, okay," Xuanzang nodded and was about to continue walking out of the door, but Wukong grabbed his wrist.

"?" Xuanzang turned around and asked silently with his eyes.

"Master, what happened to your wrist?" Wukong gripped Xuanzang's hand with a sullen face.

"About that," Xuanzang smiled carelessly, "Didn't I say?

The Little White Dragon ate my flesh. "

"Are you telling the truth?" Wukong said frantically.

"What's wrong?

Do you think I'm lying? "Xuanzang didn't understand.

Yes, I thought you saw my sadness from killing someone and made it up to deceive me.

Wukong's face changed and turned his face to the side, "No."

"Oh.

Then it's fine. "Xuanzang smiled gently and tried to free his hand from Wukong's, but he couldn't.

"Wukong?" Xuanzang moved his wrist, indicating for him to let go.

"Wait," Wukong showed a slightly evil smile. Xuanzang felt that his eyes were playing tricks on him. He blinked, and Wukong was the good disciple again.

"Master, you haven't explained to me why you came here, right?"

"I think that Little White Dragon is too pitiful …" Xuanzang said as he turned his wrist, "Wukong, let go first. I just cut my flesh, it's still painful …"

"If I don't let go, I should let you feel pain!

That Little White Dragon is up to no good. What if you sneak out and fall into his hands or get caught by some monster that I don't know?

Who do you want me to find to be my master? "

"Aiya, Wukong, you think too much of this world …" Xuanzang continued to turn his wrist.

"How am I dark?

You don't know how many monsters in this world are waiting to eat a piece of your flesh!

Today's cut hurt, right?

When you get caught by an even more dangerous monster, it'll hurt even more — "

"Puff —" With a soft sound, the cloth tied around Xuanzang's wrist unraveled, revealing a flawless wrist that was as white as jade.

Xuanzang, "Σ (???\\\" a!!! "

Wukong, "…"

"You might not believe me, but I don't know why either …" Xuanzang touched his bald head and looked at Wukong, wronged and helpless.