"Believe it or not, I will kill him!"

Zhen Yuanzi swallowed the words he was about to say.

What should I do if there is an enemy who wants to take hostages and threaten them? Kill the hostages in advance and you will not be threatened.

Although Yang Que did not do this directly, it was not much worse than Russian-style rescue.

He directly asked the hostages and the "killers" to bet on their lives.

The life of a hostage is not his own, and the kidnappers are not his own. How can they not lose money?

Yang Que does not need to be responsible to anyone and does not need to consider the issue of war damage.

Even the Buddhas in Lingshan didn't seem to care about Tang Seng's life and death.

The one who died was Sun Wukong’s master. What has it to do with my descendants of Yang Jian?

Pi Lian stopped in front of Tang Seng and was very angry when Zhu Bajie was placed on the verge of a gesture, but he did not dare to act rashly.

"What do you want?" After a while, Zhen Yuanzi spoke.

All my face was covered with cold sweat.

A burst of "stinging pain" came from the eyebrows. In fact, Yang Que's fingers were still a little distance from Zhen Yuanzi's eyebrows.

However, Zhen Yuanzi seemed to have a knife stabbed directly into the middle of his eyebrows, and the pain that seemed to be true but not true but not false was constantly coming.

That is the threat from death.

It's as if one finger of the other party is enough to kill him.

"It was you who asked us to come down, didn't you? Taoist priest?" Yang Que said with a smile.

Zhen Yuanzi raised his hand slightly, as if he wanted to fight back, but the greater possibility was to slap himself.

What a shameful person?

On the other hand, two Taoist boys who were above the standard in grades, Qingfeng Mingyue, hugged each other and shivered, and did not dare to escape.

After a while, he sighed and Zhen Yuanzi took back Pi Lian: "I am wrong with this. What do you want to do? Let's take a look."

A scent of the world is different from the appearance of the fairy style

Yang Que put down his hand and asked casually: "You five Zhuang Temple are so big, are you three?"

The noise that happened just now was quite different. Whether it was the light of the formation or Yang Que's kick, it would logically attract people from the Taoist temple.

Even if the speed is slower, should we come to "watch" at this time?

But the surroundings were empty and there was no figure.

"Yes, there are only three of us in Wuzhuang Temple." Zhen Yuanzi said truthfully.

"There are so few people, but the Taoist temple is so big." Yang Que said, "It's such a waste."

"You know what's wrong, only by showing the extraordinaryness of my Wuzhuang Temple." Zhen Yuanzi naturally kept this sentence in his heart.

His five-month view does not care about the prosperity of people and the incense is strong.

He may not be happy if someone comes to visit him.

But if Zhen Yuanzi didn't have any reputation at all, he wouldn't be happy, he wanted the feeling of being lightly pretending.

Zhen Yuanzi didn't reply, and Yang Que didn't care: "Do you have a ginseng fruit tree here?"

Zhen Yuanzi nodded, his tone with a hint of arrogance: "Of course there is."

"Is it a result?"

"...It's over." Zhen Yuanzi basically guessed what the other party wanted.

Fortunately, there are only four people, three fruits, even if you add the strange-looking winged tiger, there are only four at most.

Four human ginseng fruits can bear.

"Take us to see." Yang Que's words reached Zhen Yuanzi's ears.

Zhen Yuanzi and the other two led the way in front and came to the center of the Taoist temple, which was also a courtyard.

There is a big tree in the middle of the courtyard.

With Yangque's lack of knowledge about planting, it feels like this big tree is a bit like a willow tree.

The hanging leaves are wide and large, like banana leaves.

Among these leaves, white jade-colored fruits are faintly visible. These fruits are about the same size as apples. If they look a bit like "golden boys".

It's just a little bit.

If you don't observe carefully or preconceive it, you won't feel this way.

"This is the ginseng fruit tree in my Wuzhuang Temple." Zhen Yuanzi said proudly, "When encountering gold, it will disappear. It must be knocked down with a 'wood', placed on a wooden plate, and treated with a pious heart to be qualified to eat."

"Oh, you go pick one." Yang Que said casually.

"The breeze and bright moon are the tools to pick fruits." Zhen Yuanzi said, swaying the whisk gently.

"...This old Taoist priest." Zhu Bajie had the urge to give Zhen Yuanzi a little.

The last time he saw such a pretentious person, he was still in the heavenly court.

That's right, it's the Jade Emperor who was unlucky, his daughter and niece were sleeping by mortals.

Qingfeng and Mingyue trotted away. When she came back, she had already added a wooden plate and an exquisite wooden knife in her hand.

The size of a wooden knife and dagger, the edge of the blade is thin. Although it is made of wood, its sharpness is definitely not inferior to that of metal props.

Zhen Yuanzi took the initiative and "beat" the next fruit on the wooden plate: "Come."

It's just a "ah" short of it.

It seems that I have forgotten the scene just now.

"You come first." Yang Que signaled Zhen Yuanzi.

Zhen Yuanzi was stunned and then showed an angry look, and actually suspected that his ginseng fruit was poisonous?

He grabbed the ginseng fruit on the wooden plate, Zhen Yuanzi took a bite and chewed it and swallowed it: "This is ginseng fruit!"

"Bajie, you first." Zhen Yuanzi finished eating, and after a while, Yang Que asked Zhu Bajie to eat first.

"..." Zhu Bajie suddenly realized what Tang Seng felt just now.

My junior brother’s life is also life.

But Zhen Yuanzi had one before eating it.

Moreover, as Zhen Yuanzi bit through the ginseng fruit, the fragrance overflowed, and Zhu Bajie's own greed was also aroused.

Even if Yang Que doesn't let him eat, he probably won't be able to bear it later.

He picked up the second ginseng fruit that was "beating" by the bright breeze and bright moon, swallowed it in one bite, "smash it, smash it" and said: "It's okay, it's quite fragrant and sweet."

"What is the specific effect? ​​What kind of feeling is that if you live for a hundred years and your skills will increase greatly?" Yang Que asked.

Zhu Bajie felt it carefully: "I definitely don't live for a hundred years or something, but it seems that it has indeed increased my magic (demon) power. It's probably because I have practiced for about 30 days..."

"Only one month?"

Yang Que frowned.

Is this monkey version too monkey?

This kind of treasure and rare fruit, let alone the world view of fairy tales, even the world view of martial arts is often full of skills.

The result is that this ginseng fruit is only one month old?

It turns out that they didn't grow under the cliff, so their strength was a bit lacking.

"Master, come on." Yang Que picked up the fruit from the wooden plate and handed it to Tang Monk.

Tang Monk opened his mouth and refused, it was unkind.

As a result, Yang Que directly stuffed it and stuffed Tang Monk's mouth with ginseng fruit.

Tang Seng was startled and took a bite instinctively.

"Wu..." A vague voice came from Tang Seng's mouth.

"Master, you won't waste it, right? This ginseng fruit is good for you, and it will be more convenient to go to the West to obtain scriptures in the future." Yang Que directly used the "Bao of Acquisitions to Acquisitions" to suppress people.

Tang Monk swallowed the piece he bitten, said "Amitabha" and started to eat it as if he had accepted his fate.

At the same time, [Youyou Reading www.uutxt.co] also closed his eyes and did not look at the expression of the bitter master Zhen Yuanzi.

"If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" Everything is to obtain the true scriptures.

Yang Que picked up another fruit and threw it at Qiongqi.

Qiongqi didn't have so much care about poverty. He swallowed it in one bite and licked his mouth with uneasy desire.

"Okay." Yang Que did not go to get the last fruit.

The Taoist boy holding the fruit plate, who didn't know whether it was the breeze or the bright moon, was stunned and then laughed.

Zhen Yuanzi snorted softly, and this person still knows some rules and knows to keep one.

"I've given it to you." He spoke proudly, not losing, and there is no need to take back the fruits he has already picked.

"You can keep it for yourself." Yang Que picked up the fruit and threw it to Zhen Yuanzi, and looked at Zhu Bajie again, "Bajie, after eating, you have enough work, your rake is useful.

"Let's transplant this ginseng fruit tree."
Chapter completed!