“……”


    Such a childish remark suddenly brought a dead silence.


    Nezha, who was about to come forward and hold a bear with the monkey king, stopped. He looked at the small ball and the monkey king who was also in a mysterious silence. For a moment, he didn''t know which side to help.


    Jun Mu Qian was stunned, not because of what the little beauty said, but because he came out at this time.


    The battle with the black robed man lasted only two or three hours at most. How can such a little time be enough to help the little beauty refine her body?


    Jun Mu looked at his little dumpling carefully and found that the little beauty really had a body, which was very consistent with his Yuanshen. He couldn''t see that it was installed by the later genius.


    What''s going on?


    Just when she was a little stunned, the monkey king carried the golden cudgel and picked up the small ball with one hand.


    The monkey king frowned and was obviously unhappy. He tutted: "where did the little doll come from? It''s so impolite to see my grandson?"


    In a word, she quickly pulled Jun Mu Qian back from his trance. She was slightly surprised: "sorry, senior brother, this is me..."


    However, the words did not have time to say.


    "Wow -" because the little beauty suddenly spoke again, his eyes lit up at once, and his voice was soft. He worshipped, "are you the monkey king who made trouble in heaven?"


    The monkey king was stunned for a moment, and suddenly laughed, and the gloomy color between his eyebrows immediately dispersed: "what a clever and sweet little doll! Yes, yes, I am the monkey king who made trouble in heaven five hundred years ago."


    Jun Muqian: "?"


    Hey, kid, what''s the matter with you?


    Nezha: "


    What a wonderful child! He knows what the monkey likes to listen to.


    After finding himself worried, Nezha sighed and reminded him, "monkey, now is not the time for you to learn scriptures."


    Naturally, he knew that after Sun Wukong came out from the foot of the five elements mountain, he would say this every time he saw the road blocking demon on the way to escort the reincarnation of golden cicada son to the west to learn scriptures.


    The good name is self-report. In fact, the monkey has good face, likes to show off, and likes to scare those goblins.


    For hundreds of thousands of years, the old problem has not changed.


    "Slip of the tongue, hey hey, slip of the tongue!" the monkey king was not angry at this, but smiled, "isn''t this what he said 500 years ago? If you say too much, you can''t change it."


    "Cough..." Jun Mu Qian had time to say, "elder martial brother, cough... This is my son."


    As soon as these words came out, the monkey king shook his hand and almost threw the little beauty away. Some couldn''t believe it: "son, son?"


    Wait --?


    The monkey king scratched his head, broke his fingers, calculated again and again, and muttered, "my old sun is right. Younger martial sister, aren''t you only 20 years old? Why do you have such a big son?"


    They have lived for hundreds of thousands of years and have no offspring. Is it a bit exaggerated that the waves behind push the waves before?


    He knew from Bodhi that their younger martial sister and the heirs of the illusory thousand were husband and wife, but it was urgent enough to give birth to the doll long ago.


    "I know, I know!" the little beauty raised her hand and said happily, "that''s because the newly born children are too ugly. The little beauty doesn''t want to be ugly, so she grows up herself."


    "Otherwise uncle Da Sheng will think I''m ugly and throw me out."


    Jun Mu Qian: "


    Nezha: "


    Monkey King was happy. He simply made the golden cudgel smaller and stuffed it back into his ears. Both arms were used to hold the small ball: "you are the child of junior sister. How can my old sun throw you out?"


    The monkey king also thought to himself: rounding off, he can also be the little doll''s uncle. Unexpectedly, he has no father or mother. He is born to raise a stone monkey. In the end, he can have a younger generation to play.


    "Ah?" the little beauty was suddenly hugged, ignorant, and suddenly raised her hand. "My mother said that the great saint of Qi Tian was powerful, and a somersault was eighteen thousand miles."


    Monkey King nodded again and again: "that''s all in the past. Now don''t say 108000 miles. Even if it''s 180 million miles, my old sun can turn over a somersault."


    "Oh, and --" the little beauty continued to boast, "my mother also said that 100000 heavenly soldiers and generals, four heavenly kings and 28 stars are not the opponents of Qi Tian Da Sheng. The Jade Emperor and queen mother are beaten by Qi Tian Da Sheng to cry for their parents."


    The monkey king narrowed his eyes. He was happy physically and mentally, but he was still modest and said, "shame, shame!"


    "You said?" seeing this, Nezha turned his head and looked at the woman in purple and sincerely admired, "I don''t see that you are so good at training your son. Even monkeys like to listen to everything."


    Jun Mu''s throat tightened and said, "no, I swear, I didn''t say it."


    She''s still confused, okay?


    Nezha: "?"


    He was stunned at first, then surprised: "your son has become a talent by himself?"


    What the hell is this?


    Jun Mu pondered: "probably."


    Nezha: "


    Well, probably, this family may be perverts.


    Just when Jun Muqian was ready to take the little dumpling from the monkey king''s arms, he was gathered into a warm arms first.


    There was a slightly rapid breath in my ears. The sound fell and floated behind my neck and ears, and fainted and dyed a shallow crimson.


    The light voice seemed to suppress something very heavy. After a while, he said, "Mu Mu, I''m sorry I''m late."


    "Hmm?" Jun Mu was stunned. In turn, he hugged him and whispered, "light beauty, you see, I''m fine. You blame yourself. I''ll feel bad."


    No one would have expected such a thing to happen. The enemy is coming and can''t be stopped.


    Hearing this, Rong Qing used her more tightly and held her hard, like holding the most precious treasure in the world. After a while, she released her hand.


    His eyelashes were still trembling, and it was a long time before they completely recovered.


    Rong Qing held the woman in purple''s hand, turned around and said to the monkey king who was still teasing the little ball: "thank you, senior brother, and the help of the third prince."


    “！”


    This sentence made Nezha and monkey king moved.


    They know the identity of Rong Qing. Rong Qing''s position in the illusory thousand is equivalent to the position of Taoist Hongjun in the famine.


    According to the etiquette, they want to worship.


    Of course, neither Sun Wukong nor Nezha will abide by the etiquette.


    But their initiative and passivity are different, and no one will care about face.


    But now Rongqing takes the initiative to put down his body, or even lower, just to thank him.


    "Hey, hey, no thanks." the last touch of worry in the monkey king''s heart also disappeared. "Family, what are you talking about? Thank you, tacky!"


    He put the small ball down and wanted to bow, but he couldn''t do it well for a long time. Either the posture of his feet or the posture of his hands was wrong.


    Nezha couldn''t see it anymore and pushed the monkey king: "OK, what are you pretending to be?"


    "Nonsense." Sun Wukong stared at him. "My old sun has been practicing for so long. He has been reborn long ago."


    "It''s you, little Nezha. I haven''t seen you for such a long time. You''ve grown up. How can you cultivate less than my old sun Gao?"


    Nezha didn''t want to hear this title at all: "do a good calculation. Am I older than you?"


    Little Nezha, little Nezha, little fart!


    "Hey, there''s no way." Sun Wukong didn''t enter the oil and salt. "Who made you so tall when you fought with my old sun before."


    With that, he also compared a height, which seemed to be less than one meter.


    Nezha choked with anger.


    Sun Wukong then said, "Oh, I was very happy to see such a beautiful little doll at that time. I didn''t expect that the little doll would quarrel with my old sun as soon as he came up. His facial expression was so fierce that I had to swing a stick."


    Jun Muqian nodded in agreement.


    Nezha was really cute when he was a child, especially his face. It was softer than cotton.


    "Monkey, don''t you think none of them can fight?" Nezha knew that he said, but the monkey was silent for a moment, pointed to the man in Fei clothes and slightly hooked his lips. "Young gentleman is right here. You can fight just once."


    "Do you think my grandson is a fool?" hearing this, monkey king didn''t want to think about it. Hehe said with a smile, "my younger martial sister''s cultivation is higher than my grandson. Is my grandson in a hurry to find a punishment? Don''t fight or not!"


    Nezha: "


    He forgot that the monkey had always been shameless, and it didn''t work.


    "And --" the monkey king looked up and down at Rong Qing, touched his chin, and his eyes were sharp. "If my old sun guessed right, little martial sister husband, you can''t do it wantonly in the flood wasteland."