After the Tang Seng meat entered his stomach, the Little White Dragon gradually felt a warm current rising from his dantian, and then began to swim freely in his body along his meridians. Wherever it went, the pain and damage disappeared. It couldn't be any better.

The Little White Dragon's face showed a touch of unconcealable joy.

Xuanzang was also very happy to see this.

The Little White Dragon adjusted his breath for a while, and couldn't sit still and opened his eyes to take a look. Seeing Xuanzang also smiling foolishly on the side, he couldn't help but shake his head in his heart: He looks good, but it's a pity he's a fool.

The Little White Dragon couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for Xuanzang. He was so stupid that he specially ran to someone's home to give them meat to eat, and was even happy for them. There was no saving him.

Well, seeing that you're really stupid, I won't bully you.

The Little White Dragon thought silently that bullying such a fool, the Little White Dragon's conscience, which had been bitten by a dog, couldn't get over it.

"Hey, Silly Monk!" The Little White Dragon shouted.

"Could it be that the Benefactor is calling Poor Monk?" Xuanzang pointed to himself.

"Who else besides you?"

The Little White Dragon said casually: Seeing that your meat soup tasted good and you personally fed your Dragon Grandpa soup, Dragon Grandpa won't bicker with you about your offense just now.

Silly Monk, you can go.

If your whatever disciple wakes up and doesn't see you, he'll definitely come here to look for your Dragon Grandpa. I don't want to run into that evil star again. "

"Oh, okay."

Xuanzang responded and carefully looked at the Little White Dragon a few times. He couldn't see anything from the big coiled dragon.

He thought that since the Little White Dragon had the time to drive him away, it must be fine now, so he began to pack up.

He buried the fire with soil, then grabbed the Little White Dragon's tail and swept it in the bowl to brush away the grease.

The Little White Dragon was at ease, and only reacted when he was grabbed by the tail to wipe the bowl. "Damn bald donkey!

You used Grandpa's tail to wipe the bowl! "

He flew into a rage, and just as he was about to teach Xuanzang a lesson, he suddenly felt weak.

"Ouch!

Ouch!

What's going on! "The Little White Dragon felt that the magic in his body was rapidly draining. No, it was annihilation, offset …

"What's going on!

Who did this to me?! "The little white dragon looked around and was so scared that its voice changed.

He was only four hundred years old now. Although he often slacked off in the past and didn't practice hard, and the magic he practiced for four hundred years was only equivalent to the magic he practiced for three hundred years. However, he was still born with magic to protect his body. He really didn't dare to imagine that he would one day lose his magic.

Now, his magic, which was only three hundred years of cultivation, melted in his body like ice meeting fire. It scared him silly.

No one else appeared in the cave. After a while, the Little White Dragon realized that it might be the problem with the Tang Seng meat. He hurriedly spat it out, but that little bit of meat was digested by the dragon's stomach as soon as it entered his stomach. How could he spit it out?

"Ahhh!

My magic!

My cultivation!

Damn bald donkey!

Did you add some poison in the soup to hurt me! "The Little White Dragon was filled with grief and indignation. He bared his fangs and brandished his claws as if he wanted to kill Xuanzang to vent his anger.

Xuanzang calmly stood in place and didn't move, allowing him to approach.

The Little White Dragon really hated himself for being a rational, smart, and vigilant Little White Dragon. Although he was furious, he still stopped and asked, "Damn bald donkey, why aren't you afraid of Grandpa?"

"Why should Poor Monk be afraid of you?

Shouldn't you be afraid of Poor Monk?

Now that the sky is bright, Poor Monk's disciple is coming to find Poor Monk.

Is there a problem with your magic?

Poor Monk advises you to run.

If Wukong really wants to kill you, Poor Monk won't be able to stop him. "As he spoke, Xuanzang even made an inviting gesture towards the cave door.

The Little White Dragon heard this and hesitated.

He looked at the cave door, crawled a few steps towards it, and then stopped.

"Why isn't Benefactor leaving?" Xuanzang asked doubtfully.

"Oh — — Dragon Grandpa is the Third Prince of the Eastern Sea. What's the background of your disciple?

Grandpa has never heard of such a person. He must have come from some small place with no background.

Would he dare to kill Grandpa so easily?

If he kills me, my father won't forgive him.

I don't think he would dare to do anything to Grandpa. "The Little White Dragon shook his dragon whiskers and slowly crawled to the side of the stone chair.

He raised his eyebrows and glanced at it. He raised his dragon claw and pressed it against the stone chair, then retracted his claw and lay on the side of the stone chair.

Xuanzang asked in a timely manner, "Benefactor wants to sit on the chair?

Why aren't you sitting? "

"You're so big, how can you sit on it!" The Little White Dragon said angrily.

"Then why don't you transform into a human?

The Poor Monk remembers the first time he saw you. You looked like a young master, and you looked very friendly.

To be honest, the Poor Monk was shocked when he first came in with Benefactor's current appearance.

If it wasn't for Poor Monk's eagerness to save the demon, Benefactor wouldn't have been able to eat Poor Monk's flesh. "Xuanzang put his hands together, slightly puzzled.

"Transform your head!

Grandpa doesn't have any magic power left!

If I had extra magic power.

Grandpa doesn't know how to transform into a human?

Grandpa's human body is so handsome, don't you know it yourself?

I don't need you to remind me!

Eat eat eat!

Eat your head!

Grandpa would rather have never eaten it! "

The Little White Dragon roared fiercely, then rubbed the ground and looked at Xuanzang pitifully, "I won't eat it now, can I return it to you?

Give me back my magic power. "

"I'm afraid this Poor Monk won't be able to do it.

But Poor Monk has two questions to ask. "Xuanzang took two steps and approached the entrance of the cave unintentionally.

"Ask away." The Little White Dragon said dejectedly.

"After Benefactor ate Poor Monk's flesh, did his wounds heal?" Xuanzang glanced outside the cave.

"He healed.

Can't you see? "The Little White Dragon turned his head to the side.

"Then after eating Poor Monk's flesh, does Benefactor feel that he can live forever?" Xuanzang asked again.

"Well …" The Little White Dragon turned his head to the side and carefully felt it, "Now there seems to be a new strong Qi in my body —"

He paused, then suddenly widened his dragon eyes and cursed, "Damn bald donkey!

How can it be merit!

Why don't you die!

You damn bald donkey!

Stupid monk!

Where did you get so much merit!

Aren't you a mortal!

Grandpa greets three hundred generations of your ancestors!

It wasn't easy for grandpa to cultivate some magic power after coming to Eagle's Grieving Stream, but it was all purified by your merit!

Ah!

Go to hell, go to hell!!! "

He couldn't hold it in anymore and swung his claws at Xuanzang.

Xuanzang, who had been on guard all this time, calmly took a step to the side and successfully dodged the Little White Dragon's attack.

"Ah ah ah!!!

How can you dodge it!

Grandpa is so angry! "The Little White Dragon pounced again.

Xuanzang took another step to the side and said innocently, "I don't know.

Maybe Benefactor is too weak. "

The Little White Dragon cried out, one of his claws covering his eyes and the other pounding the ground, "Let me die!

I don't want to live anymore! "

"Hey, Benefactor, don't kill yourself.

Have you forgotten that you've already eaten my flesh?

Speaking of which, Benefactor still hasn't answered Poor Monk's question. Can Benefactor obtain immortality?

If he obtained immortality, why would Benefactor seek death?

Isn't it good to live? "Xuanzang had a compassionate look on his face.

"Immortality, yes yes yes." The Little White Dragon replied with tears in his eyes.

"Then why does Benefactor seek death?

Isn't it good to live forever?

Isn't that why Benefactor captured Poor Monk? "

"What do you know!"

The Little White Dragon wiped his tears and said with grief and indignation, "You can say that, but your Dragon Grandpa doesn't have any magic power now.

Without magic power, grandpa's battle strength is just trash, how can he be the boss of Eagle's Grieving Stream?

If I can't be the boss, I might as well die. "

Xuanzang put his palms together and said "Amitabha". "Please forgive Poor Monk for not agreeing.

It's good to be alive, life isn't just about being the boss. If Benefactor obtains immortality, his future dragon life will be limitless. The sea is wide and the sky is high.

Benefactor, you should look on the bright side. "

"Look on the bright side my ass!

If I can't beat him in a fight, there's no point in living. "The Little White Dragon took the opportunity to sneak attack Xuanzang with his claws, but Xuanzang dodged it again.

Xuanzang looked at the fuming Little White Dragon and shook his head, "In Poor Monk's opinion, with Benefactor's character, it's better if he doesn't have magic power.

Without magic power, Benefactor can have less disputes, and there will be less bullying in this world.

As long as everyone doesn't have the ability to fight, all living things can coexist peacefully, and the day is just around the corner. "

After Xuanzang finished his last sentence, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He looked at his wrist and fell into deep thought.

The Little White Dragon didn't care about this. Seeing Xuanzang in a daze, he clawed at his head — —