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 Whatever you do, Old Sun doesn’t care anymore. If they have the guts, let those bald donkeys in the West manage it themselves!
 For Sun Wukong, at most he just ran a few errands every day and prepared the three daily meals; the rest of the time he was quite free.
 Dragging their feet, how much time one person and one monkey spent was unclear, but they finally arrived at the Eagle Sorrow River.
 The aura of the Dragon Clan made the little tiger, which served as a mount, very uncomfortable, and coming here, it was a bit hesitant to proceed.
 Luckily, Chen Sanzang emitted Buddha Power to soothe it, and the little tiger somewhat regained its composure.
 No way around it, the innate dignity pressure from a pure-bred dragon was indeed quite substantial on the bloodline of ordinary demons.
 “Old Chen, do you want to eat dragon meat?”
 This strong dragon aura was something Sun Wukong felt even outside the Eagle Sorrow River.
 After so many days together, the monkey could already tell what kind of person Chen Sanzang was; thus, his first thought wasn’t to tame a dragon but to explore how to completely bring out the flavor in dragon meat when cooking.
 You know, back in the day when he mingled in the Heavenly Palace, he ate quite a bit of dishes like dragon liver and phoenix marrow.
 He often visited Lord of Stove to mooch some food and drink.
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 </div> As the saying goes, dragon meat in the sky, donkey meat on earth. Now, it wasn’t easy to encounter a dragon with pure bloodline, so how could he miss this chance to treat his taste buds?
 “Little Kongkong, don’t mess around. The Dragon Clan has connections with the big shots behind me, and this dragon might have been specifically sent to assist me.”
 Rolling his eyes, Chen Sanzang had long learned some inside information from Old Xi.
 Now that the Ancestral Dragon has aligned with the big bosses behind Old Xi, wouldn’t their pure dragon sons and grandsons be at their beck and call?
 Obviously, the Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon King, Little White Dragon Ao Lie, was the high-level thug sent over.
 In the original story, Ao Lie was rather miserable; not only was he cuckolded, but his own father also filed a complaint against him, he was sent to the Dragon Stripping Platform, then saved by the Goddess of Mercy and placed in the Eagle Sorrow River to wait for Tang Sanzang, the scripture seeker.
 Later on, this guy ate Tang Sanzang’s White Horse out of gluttony, and so the Goddess of Mercy sawed his dragon horns, stripped his dragon scales, and turned him into the White Dragon Horse to be ridden by a man.
 Really tragic!
 In this life, the Little White Dragon isn’t as miserable as in the original, but he still couldn’t avoid being cuckolded, with the Nine-Headed Snake stealing his partner.
 However, he wasn’t complained against by his father this time; instead, some cost was paid for a benefit exchange, making Ao Lie into an ordeal in the Westward Journey.
 As for whether he remains the White Horse of the scripture seeker or becomes a disciple of his, that would depend on his own fate.
 The Dragon Clan at the Golden Immortal Peak, however, their aura is unstable, and they have internal injuries; if used as a thug, they might be a bit lacking.
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 </div> Sun Wukong pouted, somewhat unimpressed.
 “Then if we eat him, will Little Kongkong continue running errands daily?”
 Chen Sanzang silently retorted.
 “That’s unnecessary. Though a bit lacking in strength for a thug, as an errand boy serving people, it’s just right.”
 Sun Wukong immediately changed his earlier decision.
 After all, he was the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, the Monkey King who once caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace; how could he run errands every day?
 “Don’t be pretentious! Let’s first capture this little dragon, observe for a while, and if there’s no problem, train him well; if there is, keep him as reserved rations, for days when feeling lazy, just roast and eat it.”
 Chen Sanzang smacked his lips. Honestly, he hadn’t tasted pure dragon meat yet, and didn’t know how delicious it was.
 “Little Kongkong, why don’t we have a dragon meat hotpot today? Can you go to the Four Seas and get some ingredients? Anyway, you’re fast on your feet.”
 “…Eating dragon meat hotpot in front of a pure Dragon Clan member, Old Chen, your heart must be pitch black!”
 Sun Wukong rolled his eyes, a rare tear at the corner of his mouth, flipped and disappeared without a word.
 Having been locked up for so many years, and now out for some time, Chen Sanzang had successfully roused his craving, and he too wanted to catch a dragon to satisfy his taste buds.
 “Amitabha, this Dragon Donor, after eavesdropping for so long, won’t you come out to meet me?”
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 </div> Not caring about Sun Wukong leaving, Chen Sanzang climbed down from the little tiger, found a shaded spot by a big stone, pulled out a deck chair, lay down, and even took out a bunch of cooking utensils and spices.
 Hidden in the pool of the Eagle Sorrow River, Little White Dragon Ao Lie’s dragon face was twisted, showing a look of grievance in his dragon eyes.
 He hadn’t seen Chen Sanzang before, but could feel the immense Buddha Essence Power on him.
 Clearly, this monk wasn’t a good person to mess with.
 And the monkey that flew away just now, Ao Lie, of course, recognized. Wasn’t that Sun Wukong, trapped under the Five Elements Mountain?
 The fame of the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, Sun Wukong, was quite loud to Ao Lie; moreover, his father had given special instructions when sending him to the Eagle Sorrow River.
 “Master, are you the one heading to the Western Heaven for the scriptures?”
 “Alright, are you sent by the Goddess of Mercy to run errands, or by the Four Sea Dragon Kings as a bodyguard?”
 Gazing at the enormous white dragon head emerging from the Eagle Sorrow River’s pool, Chen Sanzang wasn’t bothered at all, took a swig from his wine gourd, and then slowly asked.
 “My father, the West Sea Dragon King, sent me to wait here for the scripture seeker.”
 Watching the monk drink, Little White Dragon secretly salivated, for since coming here, he had only been healing and not eaten anything.
 “Your aura is unstable, and you’ve internal injuries. What happened, did someone hit you at the Eagle Sorrow River?”</div>
 

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Chapter 1271 -728 Whatever you do, Old Sun doesn’t care anymore. If they have the guts, let those bald donkeys in the West manage it themselves! For Sun Wukong, at most he just ran a few errands every day and prepared the three daily meals; the rest of the time he was quite free. Dragging their feet, how much time one person and one monkey spent was unclear, but they finally arrived at the Eagle Sorrow River. The aura of the Dragon Clan made the little tiger, which served as a mount, very...

Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge

Chapter 1271 - 728

Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge - Chapter 1271 - 728