Sun Fan, who played the role of the "corpse" in the arms of the Bone Messenger, suddenly moved and scratched his furry monkey's face.

then.

He slowly opened his eyes.

“…”

More than a dozen monks were stunned on the spot.

The Bone Messenger couldn't help but stay where she was. She looked down at the sleeping Sun Fan, then looked up at the group of monks with shocked expressions around her.

A squirt of pink flew on his face.

He said speechlessly: "He, he is dead. Just now, he was just a fake life... Uh, a zombie!"

The Bone Messenger explained palely.

after all.

Holding a man for so long is completely different from holding a corpse!

A group of monks looked at each other and looked at each other in a glance.

"He, he, he...he isn't dead?"

"The Demon Monkey King...is not dead?"

"this……"

"Escape quickly!"

Suddenly, someone shouted, and a group of monks turned their heads and ran away.

It seems like I have encountered a flood of beasts.

"this……"

The Bone Messenger was slightly stunned and finally reacted from the feeling of "death of society"!

no!

Never let them escape!

If the news that Sun Fan was not dead spread throughout the three realms, countless heavenly soldiers would probably descend to Xiniu Hezhou in an instant. Even if the wife and the original body took action, they would not be able to protect Sun Fan in this state.

"So sleepy~~~"

I saw that Sun Fan just yawned, buried his head in the arms of the white bone messenger, and instinctively squeezed in, as if he had found a comfortable position, and fell asleep again.

"Die monkey, wake up!"

The messenger of the bone quickly pinched his ear.

"What are you doing? I'm sleepy~~~"

Sun Fan's eyes were loose and his eyelids were constantly dozing down.

"Kill them, otherwise you will be in danger!" The Bone Messenger hurriedly supported his fingers on his eyelids, forcibly preventing him from falling asleep again.

"I don't, I want to sleep..." Sun Fan yawned and pulled away the hand of the bone messenger with one claw.

"No, get up quickly! If you want to sleep, I will go to bed for a while. You can help me kill those monks first! You can't let them escape!" The Bone Messenger said anxiously.

Seeing that the monks were about to disappear from their sight, it would be too late to chase them!

"I don't..." Sun Fan shook his head in a daze.

Just close your eyes and sleep hard.

"Dead Monkey!"

The messenger of the bones looked frosty and said hatefully: "If you sleep again, I will...I will..."

"call--"

A warm breath exhaled from Sun Fan's mouth.

The messenger of the bone couldn't help but tremble all over.

The hot wind blew across her cheeks like the spring breeze in March, and then breeze across her ears, and finally floated into the wind.

The more than ten monks who escaped from afar suddenly stiffened. Their clothes and flesh and blood were washed by paint on paper, and turned into fine sand to dissipate in the sky.

"thump"

The bone messenger let go of his hands weakly, and Sun Fan, who had closed his eyes, fell to the ground.

He yelled "Ouch" and grabbed his hands, but couldn't find a familiar embrace.

In the end, I could only grab a piece of dead wood at will, frown and fell asleep again.

Aside.

The Bone Messenger stayed in place at a loss, and the pretty face on the lower half of the mask was completely red.

——

Xiniu Hezhou.

Eagle Shock Stream.

Five hundred years ago, when Tang Monk and his disciples entered Xiniu Hezhou, the first difficulty that happened was here.

This place is still a thousand miles away from Heifeng Mountain.

A few years ago, the White Bone Messenger drove thousands of demons here to attack the Black Wind Mountain Wolf Demon, and finally "dead" under Sun Fan's golden cudgel.

The way of heaven is good for reincarnation.

Today, a few years later.

She actually brought Sun Fan back here again, trying to refine the thousand-mile dragon skeleton again to achieve the supreme white bone Dharma image.

This is the tail of the Qianli Dragon Skeleton.

You can see the flat dragon tail from afar, like a continuous mountain of white bones, and you can't see it.

The Bone Messenger hugged Sun Fan and began to climb up the foot of the mountain.

A stream of strange pressure came to my face.

The footsteps of the Bone Messenger seemed extremely stagnant at this moment.

"Ao~~"

"Ao~~~~"

There were dragon roars in my ears, and it kept ringing like hallucinations.

at the same time.

She felt that the four sea dragon spirits in her chest were also shaking their heads and tails restlessly, eager to try, as if she wanted Long Xiang Jiutian.

It seems to be...

The footsteps of the Bone Messenger were getting slower and slower.

She felt a depressing atmosphere here.

There was an inexplicable palpitation in my heart.

The sounds of dragon roars in my ears seem to come from ancient times, and they also seem to be the whine of the little white dragon five hundred years ago before death.

A faint moment.

The white bone messenger seemed to see a divine weapon shining with colorful fairy light, falling from the sky.

A white dragon wailed and fell from the nine heavens with a bang.

"Ao—"

The white dragon looked back and cried behind him.

The bone messenger suddenly pulled his heart.

I saw that the white dragon's face was exactly the same as hers!

‘Dingdeng’

The bone messenger stepped back three steps and gasped.

Her chest kept undulating, and a trace of sweat even oozing from her white forehead.

"Is this... hallucination?"

"Or some strange sign?"

"Or the four sea dragon spirits in the body...the sensation triggered by the sympathy with the dragon skeleton in front of you?"

The Bone Messenger thought silently.

But there was a layer of shadow in my heart.

After a moment.
To be continued...