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It was raining heavily, like pouring.

Mo Ya, who had been in a coma for a long time, woke up and found that he had been washed and was wearing a silver-gray robe.

I was firmly tied around the neck and rooted in the rock wall. He was locked in a cave, and because of thunder and lightning from time to time, the inside flickered.

Linden will be gone.

He collected himself, and very slowly, made a judgment about his surroundings.

The cave is not very level, and there are some stones protruding behind you. If you hit it with the back of your head, you will die about three times.

If I try my best to move forward, and I don't let go of that climb, it will take at least 3 minutes to be strangled to death.

Although the rain was heavy, the possibility of thunder hitting him and killing him, a scourge, was about one in [-] million.

In comparison, it is relatively simple to hit the back of the head.

It's just that death is a bit uglier.

Thinking of this, Mo Ya couldn't help laughing. He lowered his head and looked at a puddle on the ground.

The water puddle would light up for a while and then go dark, which was related to thunder, and it was very regular. It lasted for a long time, until a shadow blocked the light.

"Mo Ya?" The shadow was actually calling his name, and it was raining at the entrance of the cave, calling from a distance.

Mo Ya slowly raised his head.

"It's really you?" Still at the entrance of the cave, there was something still talking far away, and the tails behind him were shaking. Although it was raining, the tail was still much larger than the body.

Plague Beast Youguang, even though he has such a fat and short look.

"Why are you here?" Seeing that Mo Ya didn't speak, You Guang came over, rustling, and stood beside him to trim his tail: "Where's that Xu?"

"He doesn't want you anymore!" After a while, he suddenly woke up, and the nine tails shook together, "Is it right?"

It seems he doesn't know anything yet.

Mo Ya then pursed his lips and lowered his head, as if he was speechless.

"'Climb me'!" After a while, before Mo Ya could speak, You Guang suddenly approached: "Someone planted me for you?! It must not be a monk, who is it, your enemy?"

It seemed to have spirituality too, so I actually reacted and shrunk viciously, almost killing Mo Yaka.

"It's... an enemy." Mo Ya didn't care, he just coughed softly.

You Guang then laughed, his mouth was about to grin, it was a mean smile.

"I'll break it for you, can you stop pestering the monk?" The cheap plague beast wagged its tail cheaply.

Mo Ya picked his long eyes and looked at him silently.

"If you don't speak, you agree!" As a result, You Guang was excited and stomped his feet, as if he had made a great determination to tear a wound the size of a grain of rice on his paw, "Okay, for Na Xu, I will go all out today !"

After a cup of tea, the Gouguang Plague Beast, who was going all out, finally squeezed out a small handful of blood, and carefully poured it on the vine in front of Mo Ya's neck.

The reaction was very fast, and the color of that part of the skin immediately changed, first yellow and then black, and quickly withered.

With a slight flick of You Guang's paw, it rolled off Mo Ya like a dead tree.

Mo Ya has always been perverted, so without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and tore off the two broken vines that were still deeply stuck between the collarbones.

The blood-stained broken vine seemed to be still alive, rolling continuously on the ground.

"My blood doesn't taste good." Proudly, You Guang stuck out his tongue at the evil creature, and within a few moments of wagging his tail, he felt a pain in his buttocks, and was kicked behind him by Mo Ya.

"Dunhuang's strange thing, it has grown in the back of the sun for a hundred years, and I personally watered it with blood for a month. Such a rare thing, was destroyed by you like this?"

At the entrance of the cave, because of the connection with Panwo, the linden who came back halfway knew how to speak. He didn't hold an umbrella, and he wasn't aggressive, so he just stood calmly in the pouring rain.

After another half an hour, the rain stopped and the wind stopped, and when Mo Ya followed You Guang, leaning against a tree for breath, he still felt a little dreamy.

You Guang, who was about to cry for a long time after being stepped on, cut his wrist in a critical moment, and a large handful of blood poured over Linhui's head, leading him to escape.

But the Tilia Society didn't chase them out.

"He's going to wash, fast, and fumigate himself, or he'll die ugly." You Guang was exhausted, with his feet on the ground, his white belly bulging: "So let's not run away, I'm very tired, very tired If you’re tired, you might not look good when you transform.”

"Transform?"

"I won't change it for you to see!" You Guang sat up quickly, with nine tails padded, trying to be as tall as Mo Ya, "My human figure must be shown to Na Xu first, and it must be better than yours. "

Mo Ya was a little speechless, leaning against the crooked mulberry tree, wanting to smoke a cigarette very, very much.

"If, I said if." After thinking for a while, the vulgar opening was finally adopted: "If the monk is dead, and..."

But You Guang didn't seem to be listening. He didn't listen to such important words. His tail was like an umbrella, and he stretched higher and higher. Run, don't follow!"

If you don't follow, you just follow, people are cheap, there is no way.

Following You Guang, Mo Ya ran all the way, and soon discovered that he had made a big mistake.

There are people surrounded on three sides, but this Siyou Guang doesn't know how to break through, he runs along the river with his own tendons, and he doesn't know how to use water. In the end, he ran and ran, and finally let the people close on three sides, and surrounded him firmly in the middle .

There are three groups of people, one is farmers, holding hoes, the other is Taoist priests, who don't take anything, and the third is monks, holding sticks.

If the first stream is a nun, then this is a very harmonious picture.

Mo Ya raised his eyebrows, and slowly, cheaply poked into the encirclement circle again.

The three groups of people did not speak, as if they were suffering and hating each other deeply.

You Guang stood among them, his black eyeballs rolling back and forth, he was not confident at all, and after a long time he finally spoke, "I, I, I..., I was hungry and went to the field to eat sweet potatoes, and I was too full to leave I don’t move, I just sleep there, I sleep very badly, I don’t know that little girl will hug me back, and even call someone to touch me, me, me..."

"In short, you didn't mean it, you just didn't care, you killed my daughter and more than half of the people in the three villages, right?"

Among the first group of people, there was an uncle dressed in shabby clothes, and his tone was not that of a simple farmer.

You Guang raised his two front paws to cover his face, "Na Xu told me to be careful, I didn't obey, I was wrong."

"Na Xu?" A monk in front of him was taken aback suddenly, and said, "Which Na Xu, could it be my uncle?"

Mo Ya tilted his head, attracted by this sentence.

At this moment of distraction, he did not expect that someone in the farmer picked up the bow, and with a snap of his fingers, a long earthen arrow silently tore through the air.

The arrow body was cut from bamboo, and the tip was ground from granite, but the arrow was silent and powerful. After passing through Youguang's right leg, he was still not exhausted, and nailed him to a locust tree on the bank.

The girl's father is indeed not a simple farmer.

Mo Ya was furious, and he stretched out his hand to grab the second earthen arrow that the man shot from the bow, with the tip of the arrow facing outwards, his long eyes swept across: "Is it a fight? Let's go together, I will accompany you!"

The Taoist priests came here to eat and earn money, so they naturally wouldn't try their best, and retreated in unison, but the monks were very dedicated, and immediately surrounded Mo Ya with nine long sticks.

"You Guang!" The tenth monk kept shouting, and actually called out You Guang's real name, holding Zen in both hands, and moving slowly.

You Guang groaned, and immediately couldn't move.

The farmers had been watching, but now seeing Mo Ya being besieged and You Guang being controlled, a few brave ones surrounded them with hoes on their shoulders.

Mo Ya twisted his body, broke the clay arrow into five pieces, and threw it out.

When all five darts hit, all the hoes of those farmers were out of their hands, and the nine long sticks also formed a net and hit him firmly on the back.

"That's all?" Mo Ya laughed, spat out a mouthful of blood, grabbed a long stick, put it against a monk's shoulder, and swept across the air.

The encirclement circle of the monks collapsed immediately, falling into the dust, vomiting blood one by one.

"Who is that Xu?" Mo Ya held the long stick and pointed at the last monk who was still drawing amulets and chanting: "Tell me and I will spare you."

The monk didn't look back, he didn't seem to care about life and death, looking from behind, he was very similar to Naxu.

Mo Ya was taken aback for another moment, and at the wrong time, a farmer on the ground who had been shot by a broken arrow suddenly got up, grabbed a broken hoe on the ground, and chopped at You Guang with his hands.

It was a blunt hoe, but because of the accumulated hatred, it cut off half of You Guang's neck with one stroke.

"Very good, Ah Hua, dad avenged you." He smiled, it was the archer just now who pulled out his hoe, and was immediately splashed with You Guang's blood.

The long stick in Mo Ya's hand rushed towards the man's back, and the unknown archer died instantly on the spot.

"He said, he didn't mean it!" Mo Ya went crazy, flew over, and locked the monk's throat: "Your master, is this how to teach you compassion!!"

The monk's throat was crackling, but he still looked at him coldly with a stubborn expression.

"Don't kill him!" You Guang hissed behind him.

Mo Ya's five fingers continued to tighten.

"Don't kill people, Na Xu doesn't like it!"

Mo Ya's heart paused for a moment, unconsciously, his fingers loosened.

Yes, Nasu doesn't like it.

Mo Ya lowered his head, suddenly felt deeply weak, covered his face, staggered backwards, and gave those people a way out.

"Don't come here, I will pull it out myself."

Not long after, those people were gone, You Guang screamed again, and pulled out the earthen arrow on his right leg.

Descending from the tree that was crucified, he seemed to be indifferent to the pain again, and limped to the water's edge.

The water is blue, reflecting the green summer trees on the shore.

There, there is also a reflection of You Guang who has half of his neck broken.

"It doesn't matter, you are a divine beast. Sun Wukong has been beheaded so many times, so he grew up differently." Mo Ya followed.

"I'm here to look for Na Xu." You Guangxu said, "I became a human figure, and I wanted to show him. When I came out of Kunlun, I found that the Wanfo Temple was closed, so I thought he might have returned to Yanyun Temple, so I came here. .”

"It was easy to find, but it's all because of my stupidity. I don't know the way when I'm hundreds of years old. I went around and couldn't find it for a long time."

"I shouldn't steal other people's sweet potatoes, and I shouldn't be so full that I just want to sleep."

"Blame me."

"You came to the cave to hide from them?" Mo Ya had a sudden realization, and was suddenly pierced by an arrow: "If they didn't meet me, they wouldn't have found you?!"

"I don't blame you." You Guang lowered his head and looked at the water: "I haven't shown Na Xu my human form yet, I won't last long, and I will find them sooner or later."

Mo Ya also lowered his head, and wanted to say something else, but saw the reflection on the water gradually change.

You Guang disappeared, and there was a man standing in the water, a boy with a pair of round eyes, the pupils were very big and black.

"I still don't look as good as you, my face is too round like a steamed bun." You Guang continued to babble.

"The legs are also short, and a little hoopy."

"Hair is yellow too."

"Actually, I've tried my best. But I still don't look as good as you."

Mo Ya pursed his lips, his chest hurt, and he felt like he was about to be blocked. After a while, he said, "It's good or not, it doesn't count if you say it, it counts when Na Xu talks about it."

"Yeah." You Guang nodded: "Then can you draw?"

"Oh you won't, the foxes and pigs you drew look similar."

"If you don't know how to draw, you always say it. You have to see it clearly, and tell Nasu carefully."

"My eyes are beautiful, you have to be careful."

"Don't be too careful. It's fine to say that my legs are very white, don't say that I have rings."

……

At the end of the chatter, You Guang's sanity became a little slack, looking at himself in the water, he couldn't help but fall forward.

Mo Ya stepped forward and grabbed him.

At first You Guang struggled, but the feeling of being surrounded by people was so good that his strength to struggle gradually disappeared.

"I'm about to die, and my spiritual power is weak, so..., it shouldn't be so plaguey."

He said, comforting himself like this.

The summer wind pierces through the willows, with a faint lotus fragrance, but Mo Ya has a bloody smell, which is not as good as Na Xu's smell.

This embrace is not perfect, so I have to make do with it.

"My appearance... I'm not old." Finally, You Guang sighed.

"Not old. Nasu will never despise you."

"Oh."

You Guang blinked, his eyes sparkling slightly.

He is not old, not at all, a beast that has lived for hundreds of years, but has a pair of baby-like eyes, looking into it, it is like a piece of washed stars.

"Remember to tell Nasu, and..."

"What else?" Mo Ya leaned over and hugged him tightly.

"And who is Sun Wukong?"

You Guang said softly, the last question, the light gathered in his eyes, as bright as a child, but it went out immediately.

The human figure faded away, and what remained in Mo Ya's arms was a small nine-tailed corpse whose head had been almost severed, and the black blood from the wound was congealed.

"Sun Wukong... is a guy who defies the sky."

Mo Ya murmured, breathing in his chest, and every time he bumped, a cavity of unwilling blood splashed out.

"Also... your Na Xu is dead."

He said again, holding You Guang up, feeling how light his weight is.

Such a light and innocent little thing, but there is no place for him in this vast world.

"So, he won't dislike me killing people anymore."

At the end Mo Ya whispered, and when he looked up again, his eyes were already golden.

Amber gold, killing and bloody, the color of Tai Sui.