The Monkey King

"Your Majesty wants to see you! Immediately!"

When the demon general holding the token roared viciously at the monkey, the monkey looked back at the demons behind him, and then at the cold light shining weapon in the demon soldier's hand.

"Your Majesty" is undoubtedly an evil dragon.

Not being shackled would at least be a sign of goodwill.

He nodded silently and entered the city with the demon soldiers as the demons watched.

Behind the towering city gate are layers of buildings.

These buildings are similar to human architectural styles, but they are more developed towards high-rise buildings. The lowest ones seen by monkeys are more than three floors, and the sculptures on the roof exude a wildness that is different from humans.

There were not many goblins in various costumes walking around on the streets carved with pictures of clouds and rain. I occasionally saw a few shops open for business on the street, selling various things stolen from humans.

For demons who do not have a complete social system and are not engaged in production, these are luxuries.

Seeing the arrival of the monster soldiers, the monsters on the street gave way one after another.

After walking through the streets, which were only a hundred feet long, the group soon arrived at the inner city.

The grand door opened with a bang.

Entering the inner city gate, there is a long and narrow trail.

With his feet on the black stone bricks and looking up, he could see the spears and axes going back and forth repeatedly on the six-foot-high wall. The drainage outlet protruding from the top is carved into the head of a snake swallowing the letter, giving it a demonic flavor.

Supported by all the demon soldiers, the monkey crossed the trail and his eyes suddenly opened up.

What came into view was a huge school ground. The ground was made of rough stone tiles. A dark mass of neatly arranged demon soldiers wearing black armor were practicing, one after another, shouting loudly.

Their movements were uniform, and their military appearance was not inferior to that of the Tianhe navy.

Looking at both sides, there are rows of buildings, with five steps and one post and ten steps and one sentry, which are heavily defended. Through the gaps in the attic, you can see goblins in casual clothes coming and going.

Their clothes are still mainly black, but they are not armor like the demon soldiers, nor are they as tattered as the demons outside. Instead, they have an air of fine craftsmanship like the court uniforms in the palace.

There were strange wooden tools on the roof, which looked like ballistas.

It wasn't until the demon soldiers in the main hall stood still that the demon general turned sideways and looked back at the monkey, with a hint of arrogance in his eyes.

"Go in," he said, raising his chin.

The monkey nodded silently, raised his legs and crossed the high threshold, and the palace door behind him slammed shut.

Looking back, Monkey slowly walked towards the center of the hall and looked around.

This hall is three feet high and more than twenty feet long and wide.

On both sides are two rows of giant pillars hugged by three people.

The roof is an extremely luxurious gold relief, inlaid with countless gems, looking like a star map traveling through the clouds and mist.

The huge murals made of jade around it are engraved with totems of the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas.

On the ground is a carpet woven from huge black animal skins, with four continents and seas painted on it.

"The sky is blue above your head, you have four continents under your feet, and you are surrounded by the four seas... This evil dragon is very ambitious." The monkey couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.

In the middle of the hall, on the high steps is a huge hollow pear wood dragon chair, which looks like a sleeping dragon. It is extremely luxurious and powerful.

Behind the chairs, eight huge screens stand.

When the monkey stood still in the middle of the hall, a voice came.

"The peak of Nashen Realm? Well, he is less than fifty years old. Not bad, not bad."

The sound sounded so sharp that the hair on the monkey's body stood up when it hit his ears.

"But, do you know that the people you killed were my people?"

Hearing these words, the monkey couldn't help but feel startled, and quickly tightened his grip on the cloud-walking stick in his hand.

A short and thin figure slowly poked his head out from behind the screen.

He looked about a head shorter than the monkey. He was wearing a black dragon robe inlaid with gold threads, and the collar was raised up to cover the back of his head.

The face could almost be described as a sharp-mouthed monkey with cheeks, a bald forehead, a big nose with ethnic characteristics and a high bulge, and four unique beards that were three feet long, coiled in the air like tentacles.

Behind him, four graceful banshees held various items to serve him.

The evil dragon glanced at the monkey's clenched hand nonchalantly, and sighed lightly: "Don't be afraid. If I want to kill you, there is no point in being afraid. Hahahaha, besides, I will never kill anyone in this hall, no matter what. How hateful the other party is. Do you know? My carpet is very expensive, and it will be troublesome if it is stained with blood. Hahahaha."

He slowly walked up the steps, shook his sleeves, sat on the dragon chair, and looked down at the monkey.

"You were the one who killed the crocodile spirit?"

"Yes." The monkey replied simply.

"I heard that you only used one move."

"right."

"You are practicing the Xian family's Taoist method. Who is your master?"

The monkey didn't answer this sentence, but stared at the evil dragon intently. The expression on his face was extremely solemn, and the hand holding the stick had secretly summoned spiritual power, ready to attack at any time.

At this time, the demon army's enthusiastic shouts came from outside the hall, but the inside of the hall was eerily quiet.

The two just stared at each other quietly. The atmosphere in the hall seemed to have solidified.

After a long time, a smile broke out on the evil dragon's cold face: "Don't be afraid, I said don't be afraid. If you come to my place, if your background is not dark enough, I won't like it. If you don't want to tell me, I won't ask. It’s been a long time since you monster dared to look me in the eye, I like you!”

With a casual move, the two banshees spread out a map of Dragon City and its surroundings in front of the monkey. Another banshee took a long stick and handed it to the evil dragon.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you kill him. He's not strong enough. If he dies, he will die. But, after he dies, no one will care about this area. This has caused me a lot of trouble." As he said, the evil dragon He clicked the stick in his hand on the map and stared at the monkey with a smile.

Looking down, the monkey saw that the tent area outside the city was divided into small squares on the map. The stick pointed to where his camp was.

"How about it? Help me take care of it?"

"How do you care?"

"It's up to you. I just want there to be someone who can hold it down." After a slight pause, the evil dragon continued: "I hate dealing with those little demons. They stink and don't understand anything. I just I know how ghosts scream. It’s much more convenient to have someone here who can talk.”

"You don't have to pay the gold spirit regularly, do you? I don't want to go around extorting money like the crocodile spirit." The monkey raised his head and asked.

"Golden spirit?" The evil dragon laughed. He raised his head and said with a very enjoyable expression: "Golden spirit is the most wonderful thing in the world, sparkling. Hahahaha, just like gems, this kind of I want as much stuff as I want. But it’s blackmail. Can you get regular payments? The crocodile spirit is searching everywhere. Have you seen him living in the city? "

The monkey didn't answer, just stared at him expressionlessly.

"No matter how much you plunder those poor guys in the tent area, you won't be able to find much. What I don't like the most is the crocodile spirit. I just think about poaching those poor guys all day long. Could it be that? Hasn’t he ever thought that other leaders have more?”

Upon hearing this, the monkey's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Did you hear that?" The evil dragon looked at the monkey meaningfully, and grinned even brighter: "I like smart people, oh no, smart monsters. There are a total of 151 districts here. I Now by default you become the leader of one of the areas. You can do whatever you like, including killing the leaders of other areas and merging their territories. Hahahaha, just like you killed the crocodile spirit. I have always felt that, One hundred and fifty-one is a bit too much. If someone can help me reduce it, I will be very happy. Hahahaha."

The evil dragon's sharp laughter echoed in the empty hall, and then stopped suddenly.

He lowered his head and said coldly to the monkey: "But, everything is in your own name. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Understood." The monkey replied expressionlessly.

"As long as you understand, just go down. Don't let me down. If you do it well, there will be unexpected rewards."

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Not much to say today. Hey, hurry up and update it.

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