Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

"You, a bitch, still recognized me." Chen Guangrui's face was a little blurry under the golden light of the magic weapon, but her eyes were burning like ghost fire. "You ruined my future, and you still have the nerve to call my name?"

"You think I harmed you, but why don't you look at how evil your heart is? Is it you who caused Jiang Liu'er to become like this?" Wen Jiao scolded angrily.

"So what? If he had listened to me and led you out, I wouldn't have poisoned him. It's a pity that I begged him with tears in my eyes, but this little beast not only didn't sympathize with my difficulties, but also hypocritically accused me of being harsh on that whore Yin Wenjiao." Chen Guangrui said righteously.

"Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs!" Wen Jiao pointed at him, her fingertips trembling, and she said angrily, looking extremely angry.

Chen Guangrui sneered: "This little evil creature who is disrespectful to his grandmother and unfilial to his father is not worthy of being my son. I wanted to treat him like a son, but he didn't treat me like a father. He forced me to do that."

"Yes, yes, yes, everything was forced upon you by others. You really are the number one white lotus in the world." Wen Jiao said sarcastically.

"The lotus is fragrant, pure and unique. It is the favorite flower of elegant scholars like me. How can an evil person like you appreciate it?" Chen Guangrui raised his chin slightly, looking very complacent.

Wen Jiao stared at the golden light in his hand for a long time, and then she found that it was a small pestle, which seemed to be made of gold and shone brightly. She laughed at him and said, "You are a great scholar, but you suffered at the hands of a little woman like me. What a pity! No matter how knowledgeable you are, I only need to get into the arms of Mrs. Yin and shed a few tears to make you a stray dog. And you, besides talking nonsense and indulging yourself in a broken copper stick that no one wants, what else can you do?"

Chen Guangrui was hurt by her contemptuous attitude and swung the short stick to hit her: "Witch, I want your life!"

Wen Jiao dodged again and again, and saw Chen Guangrui's empty door wide open. A cold light flashed from her sleeves, and a short sword stabbed out, heading straight for his wrist holding the magic weapon: Just in time, I have wanted your life for a long time!"

If Chen Guangrui had a bit of strength, he wouldn't have been thrown into the Hongjiang River by Liu Hong without even a splash. Seeing that the sword had pierced him, he could not even save his hand, and he was so scared that the pestle in his hand fell off. Fortunately, he was lucky that it was about to hit his instep. He cried out: "Brother Ao, save me!"

Before she finished speaking, Wen Jiao felt a gust of wind rising from the ground, and a strong smell of water vapor mixed with the smell of river fish and aquatic plants came towards her. She subconsciously stepped back repeatedly, while holding the dagger in front of her, and sure enough, a huge force came at her.

"crystal!"

Amid the harsh sound of the collision, Wen Jiao felt her arms go numb and her eardrums hurt. The short sword in her hand suddenly seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and she could hardly hold it. Wen Jiao used all her strength to barely hold it, avoiding the suicidal act of dropping the weapon in front of a strong enemy.

Where the wind stopped, a huge figure appeared.

"Brother Chen, why did you give away the treasure I gave you? This Ruyi Pearl was given to you, and it's been less than half a year, and it's already on her head?" The man glanced at Wen Jiao and his eyes fell on the Lotus Ruyi Pearl hairpin in her hair.

Chen Guangrui had never noticed that Wen Jiao was wearing the white stone called the Wishful Pearl, but he thought that the Dragon King of Hongjiang was not a dragon that shot without purpose, so he immediately followed his words and said, "Brother Ao, it was this bitch who deceived me and deliberately stole the treasure."

"Bullshit! It was obviously you who spent my dowry and couldn't afford to pay it back, so you took this pearl to compensate me!" Wen Jiao exposed it bluntly.

"A woman should take care of her husband and children, and be gentle and quiet. How unlucky did you, Brother Chen, have to marry a shrew like you?" The Dragon King of Hongjiang could not help but sneer at the rude scolding.

"She's been driven to the point of hanging herself by being a good wife. Anyone who wants to be such a gentle woman can do it. I'm not born lowly. I'm not filial to my own parents, and I worship a man from another place as a Bodhisattva. Am I crazy? Besides, if I worship a Bodhisattva, the Bodhisattva will still remember some of my kindness. I gave birth to a son for him, raised his mother in his old age, and raised his concubine and children for him. Am I doing well?" Wen Jiao sneered. After a few words, she was sure that the person who came should be the Dragon King of Hongjiang, who was definitely not someone she could deal with with her mediocre skills.

The Dragon King of Hongjiang was dizzy by her saying "again for him" and said unhappily, "You bitch, you're so quick to talk. Take my fork!"

It turned out that his weapon was a golden fork.

Seeing the Hongjiang Dragon King stretch out his hand, a bright light flashed, and a shiny fork appeared in his hand, Wen Jiao's hair stood on end, and she shouted in a clear voice: "Fengji!"

The flame of the oil lamp suddenly swayed as if it had life, and suddenly the fire became brighter. A nine-tailed fox with fur as red as fire jumped out from the center of the flames, baring its sharp teeth and biting straight at the golden fork.

A fox fairy who has practiced for thousands of years and a dragon king are fighting each other. Who will win? If it weren't in "Journey to the West", Wen Jiao would definitely choose the latter. After all, who is not a descendant of the dragon? But in the world view of "Journey to the West", where even a well has its own exclusive dragon king, it is hard to say how valuable the dragon king is. Especially this Hongjiang Dragon King, when he turned into a carp, he could even be caught by a fisherman in one net. With this ability, it is naturally enough to deal with Wen Jiao, but when he met an expert...

Wen Jiao hehe.

The Hongjiang Dragon King was fast, but Fengji was even faster. In an instant, the fox fairy's sharp teeth had bitten into the golden fork. When the fire and the golden light collided, there was a sound of "crack", and no one knew what broke.

Upon hearing this, Chen Guangrui looked at Wen Jiao with a smug look on his face. "My brother Ao is the master of Hongjiang Water Palace. How can a mere evildoer compare to him? Evil woman, your accomplices have been killed. Why don't you surrender quickly?"

Wen Jiao sneered, and was about to strike him with the sword again, when she heard the roar of the Dragon King Hongjiang from deep within the light group: "My fork!"

With a roar, the ball of light shattered into pieces. The fiery red fox jumped to Wen Jiao's feet with a half-broken golden fork in its mouth, opened its mouth proudly, and threw the half-broken fork at Wen Jiao's feet.

Wen Jiao smiled and gave him a thumbs up: "You are worthy of being our Mr. Fengji. You are really skilled. How about you teach me a few tricks tomorrow?"

Chen Guangrui was shocked and subconsciously hid behind the Dragon King of Hongjiang. The Dragon King of Hongjiang only had a fork in his hand. He was so angry that he didn't notice his little move at all. He pulled his waist and conjured up a golden pestle. He raised his palm to the sky, smashed the roof, and flew into the air. He hooked his finger at Fengji and said, "You stupid hairball, come again!"

"Who are you calling a hairball? This fox king has officially shed his beast form and is now a fox fairy. Do you understand what a fox fairy is, you dead loach!" Feng Ji was furious when he heard that. He jumped up, waving his nine tails like a whip and scratching him sharply with his four claws.

The Dragon King Hongjiang was unable to dodge and the golden pestle in his hand was split in half. He reached to his waist and took out a golden hammer, angrily saying: "Who are you calling a dead loach? Come on, take this blow from me. I will beat you into a cake!"