Xuanzang carried his pots and pans and rushed to the Little White Dragon's cave.

When Xuanzang entered the Little White Dragon's cave, the Little White Dragon was scratching the floor with his chin.

Wukong's hit was so heavy that he couldn't move. His chin was so itchy that he could only rub it on the floor.

"Damn it!" The Little White Dragon shook his whiskers and dug a few small holes on the side of his body with his huge claws.

Xuanzang carried his luggage and stood at the door. Just as he was about to step into the cave, his legs went soft.

The Little White Dragon noticed that someone was approaching his cave. He swung his tail in a bluff, but the pain made him grit his teeth.

Hold it, I can't back out at this critical moment!

He took a breath and held back the scream that was about to come out. He shouted, "Who dares to behave atrociously in your Dragon Grandpa's place!

Don't you see that Dragon Grandpa is lying there too lazy to move?

If you annoy me, Dragon Grandpa, I'll make you my dish today! "

This was to explain why he couldn't even turn his neck to take a look. It wasn't that he couldn't turn his neck, but that he was too lazy to turn his neck.

The Little White Dragon didn't seem to care, but he was secretly nervous. He only hoped that the person would be scared away by him.

But he didn't expect that the person who stopped outside would listen to his threat. Not only did he not leave, but he also approached him.

What bad luck!

Not only did he not get to eat Tripitaka's meat, but he also met a lunatic who smashed his internal organs into pieces. Now, he only had ten percent of his magical power left. He still had to keep it to regulate his breathing and treat his injuries to preserve his life. He could not endure any more torment!

The Little White Dragon gritted his teeth and planned to use his father's name. Whether his father would care about him or not, he had to scare the enemy away first.

"Clang —" It was the sound of iron and porcelain falling to the ground.

The Little White Dragon was shocked. What, did he only bring a bunch of weapons?

No, why does this sound so much like a pot … I heard that dragon meat is very nutritious and has the effect of strengthening the sex drive. Did this guy know that I'm a True Dragon and specially brought a pot to kill me to cook on the spot?

The Little White Dragon cried out, "Grandpa, spare me!

I'm the third prince of the Eastern Sea. My father, Ao Guang, commands a hundred thousand shrimp soldiers in the Eastern Sea. If you kill me, he won't spare you!

My meat has been soaked in the sea for hundreds of years. it's meat is salty and it's not chewy. It's not tasty at all!

It's meat is Dragon Grandpa... it...... it....................

.. it.............................

....... it...

Don't eat me! "The Little White Dragon was even more desperate when he heard that.

Xuanzang was completely relieved of the giant creature in front of him. "Don't be afraid, Dragon Benefactor. Poor Monk doesn't eat meat."

He took a few steps and stood in front of the Little White Dragon's head, which still had tears in its eyes. He smiled benevolently and spoke in a gentle tone like an elder (although the Holy Monk was only nineteen years old), "You're the monster that was beaten to a pulp by my disciple, aren't you?

So you're a dragon. "

"Tang Seng!" The Little White Dragon's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

He suddenly felt humiliated. The one who came was not the little monster from the past few mountains, but the weak and delicate Tang Seng.

Hateful!

He actually begged for mercy to a weak monk!

"You lousy monk, why didn't you say anything just now!" The Little White Dragon said angrily.

Seeing that Xuanzang was quite close to him, he had another idea. While Xuanzang was not paying attention, he wrapped Xuanzang's head in his mouth.

"Ow!!!" The Little White Dragon's scream broke through the sky, startling the little bugs on the stone wall and causing them to fall off the cliff.

Xuanzang calmly pressed on the Little White Dragon's stomach and pulled his head out of the Little White Dragon's salivating mouth.

"Benefactor, you're wrong.

Poor Monk originally wanted to help you out of the sea of suffering, but now your moral quality, no, your dragon quality is worrying! "Xuanzang took a few steps back and shook his head bitterly at the Little White Dragon.

"What help?

What escape from the sea of suffering? "The Little White Dragon's stomach was in so much pain that he wanted to die, but he did not forget to care about Xuanzang's words.

"Poor Monk intends to help you live forever." Xuanzang smiled slightly.

"What do you mean?" The Little White Dragon asked even though he already knew the answer.

He could not be blamed for this. He was afraid that he had misheard or that Xuanzang had said something wrong.

"Poor Monk intends to cut off a piece of his flesh for you-"

"Yes, yes, yes!

Okay, okay!

Holy Monk, you really have a Bodhisattva's heart! "The Little White Dragon was overjoyed and continued.

"But," Xuanzang waited for him to finish before continuing, "Poor Monk sees that your character is not good. I'm afraid that after Poor Monk heals you, you will harm my disciple."

"I'm innocent!

I'm innocent! "The Little White Dragon screamed, and a few more insects fell from the stone wall outside.

"Holy Monk, it's not that I'm saying that you're biased, but aren't you being too biased?

Look at my injuries, I'm about to die, and you say that I want to harm him?

It's true that when a dragon sits at home, a pot falls from the sky!

I painstakingly caught a person, and I didn't even get to lick him before he was saved. Do you think it's easy for me?

My life is too bitter. I'm the Third Prince of the Eastern Sea, but I've been reduced to such a small place. I don't even have enough to eat, and even my cave was dug out by myself. Look at my cave, I don't even have a proper bed, I don't even have a pot. I don't even have a place to cook the person I caught, I can only watch!

I'm so miserable!

I'm the Third Prince!

I've been reduced to such a state, and you still say that my dragon character is not good!

I really want to kill myself!

But I can't even move right now!

Any third-rate or fourth-rate goblin would be able to take my life!

I'm so miserable! "

"Alright, alright.

Poor Monk, let's not talk about this anymore. "

"Then are you still going to give me Tang Seng meat?" The Little White Dragon raised his chin and asked.

"Yes, yes, yes."

Xuanzang facepalmed. "But Poor Monk, let me tell you first. That disciple of mine is very capable, so don't even think about finding trouble with him. Poor Monk is worried that if you go again, you'll really lose your life."

Recalling Wukong's savagery, the Little White Dragon's body trembled, causing pain all over his body. He grimaced and said, "That lunatic, who would want to find him!

In the future, if I see him from afar, I'll avoid him. "

"In that case, Poor Monk can rest assured.

After eating Poor Monk's meat, your wish of immortality will be fulfilled. I only hope that you will be kind in the future and not do evil. "

"Ang ang, of course, of course!

Hurry up and cut the meat for me. "The Little White Dragon said perfunctorily and impatiently.

"Alright."

Xuanzang rolled up his sleeves and took out a saber from his bag. He waved the saber around his elbow and paused.

The Little White Dragon looked at him eagerly, drooling all over the floor. Seeing that he suddenly stopped, he thought that he was going back on his word. He immediately said fiercely, "Bald Monk, what are you doing?

Are you going back on your word? "

"No, don't be impatient.

Poor Monk is thinking, how can I give you this small piece of meat. "Xuanzang turned around and looked at him with the knife.

"How else can I eat it? You're too troublesome.

Why don't you come over and let me take a bite?

It just so happens that I have injuries all over my body. If I bite you, my injuries will be healed. "The Little White Dragon blew out a breath from his nose, and dragon saliva flowed all over the floor.

"That won't do.

What if you bite too much?

Poor Monk still has to continue his journey to the west. "Xuanzang shook his head.

"This won't do, that won't do — — Aiya, the meat is on your body, do whatever you want." The Little White Dragon saw that Xuanzang's face was serious, so he changed his words.

"Mm, that's right.

Poor Monk was thinking, how about I give you a piece of meat, a pot of soup, and rinse it?

I just happened to bring some seasoning. "Xuanzang pointed at his bag.

"Mm … … Then I'll reluctantly agree." The Little White Dragon didn't care that he was drooling even more and said shamelessly.

"Mm, that's good."

Xuanzang nodded and made his decision. He took the knife and quickly shook it in his hand. He cut off a thin piece of meat and put it into a bowl.

He tore off a corner of his shirt and quickly bandaged himself.

"Hey, monk, aren't you being too stingy?

With just this little bit, it's not even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth! "The Little White Dragon's tone was dissatisfied.

Xuanzang didn't care about his nonsense and picked up a few dry branches that he dragged in before he came in and waved them around.

The dragon found some wild grass and flowers to decorate the cave, but they were already withered beyond recognition. Xuanzang pulled the withered grass and flowers over and used them as materials to light the fire.

The Little White Dragon lazily laid down and watched him work. When he saw that he was killing his flowers and plants, he hurriedly said, "Hey, monk, that's what your Dragon Grandpa uses to decorate the cave!"

Xuanzang coldly glanced at him, and the Little White Dragon suddenly remembered his situation, so he could only obediently shut his mouth.

Damn monk, how dare you touch Grandpa's flowers and decorations. When Grandpa's injuries are healed, I'll hang you up and give you a beating.

The Little White Dragon thought fiercely, but the more he thought about it, the happier he became.

Not long after, the water boiled, and Xuanzang shook a little bit of "Hundred Flavors of Fresh" into the water. He turned his head and asked the Little White Dragon, "There's a popular thing in the Sichuan region called 'Hot Pot'. You can put pepper and other things in the soup to taste, do you want some?"

"No, what if it spoils my taste? Hey, you!" The Little White Dragon's pair of dragon eyes widened.

"Sorry, Poor Monk has already been released.

This pepper has the effect of promoting blood circulation, you can eat it to dissolve the blood clots in your internal organs. "Xuanzang innocently continued to cook.

The fragrance in the pot gradually became stronger. The Little White Dragon endured the pain and kept looking at Xuanzang with his big head.

"It's done." Xuanzang said.

"…"

"I said the meat soup is done, do you still want to eat it?" Xuanzang said again.

"Grandpa can't move, can't you scoop it for Dragon Grandpa?" The Little White Dragon shouted.

"Oh, I forgot."

Xuanzang patted his head, took out a bowl from his bag, and scooped the soup in the pot and a little bit of meat into the bowl.

Xuanzang put the bowl next to the Little White Dragon's mouth, and the Little White Dragon tilted his mouth, trying to reach for the bowl.

However, his body was in so much pain that he couldn't reach the bowl several times. Instead, he pulled at the wounds on his body and almost died from the pain.

"Can't you just pour it directly into Dragon Grandpa's mouth?

Uh, in his mouth? "

The Little White Dragon reluctantly changed his words.

"How troublesome." Xuanzang sighed, picked up the bowl, and poured it into the Little White Dragon's wide open mouth.

"You monk, how can you say that?

Can your Dragon Grandpa's matter be considered troublesome?

You're a monk, yet you find others troublesome. Is this the way a monk should think?

You should reflect on yourself! "

The Little White Dragon was still savoring the bowl of soup that disappeared as soon as it entered his mouth. His long eyelashes fluttered, and he lazily closed his eyes, preparing to refine the Tang Seng meat in his stomach.