The Shocking and Extraordinary Romance of the Great Sage

The little overlord Wang Jinxing stopped chasing Long Tingzhu and kept chasing the Sky Rat. After chasing him to the bottom of the mountain ridge, he suddenly saw a black shadow flashing across the mountain. He did some desperate somersaults and rolled forward. He blocked the path with his Zhijian and said:"Sky Rat! Where are you running from? Hand over the Long Tingzhu and I'll give it to you." Ten thousand taels of silver!" Tianshu said:"It's less!" Wang Jinxing made a small move secretly, pinched twelve dragon poison needles with his secret hands, walked closer, sneered sinisterly, and said:"Hey, ten thousand taels of silver are missing, please add more. How about a hundred taels of gold?" Tianshu said:"Hmph! You don't keep your word and go back on your word. My brother Jin Xuanfeng worked hard for you. When he died, you didn't even pay his family any money for burial expenses! What's more, this priceless treasure It is the treasure of Tianhonghui to control the lake, the pearl of revitalization. I want to give it to the Lord of Taihu Lake, Yu'er!" The little overlord said sternly:"Hand it over, and you can have glory and wealth; if you don't hand it over, I will let you die!" The Heavenly Rat said:"If you die, die! I will never leave it to a wolf-hearted person like you! You even strangled your own father to death. Are there any beasts like you in the world?" Wang Jinxing secretly said in shock:"The Thief Heavenly Rat! Haha! , a beast is a beast, but I can live, enjoy, and enjoy endless blessings! I didn't expect that I would hang my father to death, and let you, the evil-eyed rat, see it! It seems that you must die! You will never be left alive!"

When the Heavenly Rat heard this, he hurriedly scurried away without saying a word. But how could he be faster than the dragon needle? The little overlord flicked his jade finger vigorously, and twelve dragon needles shot out with a"hiss-hiss" sound. There was only a slight sound of wind, and three of them hit the sky rat's chest. Wang Jinxing hurriedly went forward to search her body, took out a hard lump, and quickly tore open the wrapping cloth. Sure enough, she saw that it was Long Ting., with a strange luster in the hand. I was secretly happy when I suddenly saw a dark shadow approaching and hurried away.

This shadowy man is Yu'er. He is looking for his father Bai Nianlang and shouts:"Dad...Dad"……"The mouse didn't die that day. He woke up when he heard someone shouting. He struggled and shouted:"Help...help...oh...oh!"……"

Yu'er thought it was his father, Bai Nianlang, who was calling him when he was dying. He jumped up a few times, rushed to the front, and called out:"Who? Are you?"……"Tian Shu said intermittently:"I... Tian Shu... I am... Tian Shu... Oops." Yu'er was shocked, squatted down, and stroked him:"Sky Shu? Why are you here?" Tian Shu Said:"The Lake Master...Long Tingzhu...was snatched away by the little overlord...……"Yu'er asked in surprise:"You got it, but then lost it?" Tianshu said:"That's right... King of Dog Thieves Jin Xing! He killed his father... strangled his father... and... I was poisoned by his poison again. Needle."

Yu'er touched it with her hand and said,"No! It's a dragon poison needle...one stuck in the heart...if you pull it out, you won't be hit. What should you do?" Tianshu said:"You will die if you die......The little thief king can hang Duracell...Who am I...ouch……"Yu'er was shocked and said:"Duracell is dead?" Tianshu said as he was dying...it was Duracell who killed his father Duracell...he is worse than a beast...oh...ah——"The Sky Rat let out a long scream and fell to one side. Yu'er covered his mouth with his hand, explored it, and secretly said in surprise:"He died... and was buried on the spot. Poor Tianshu, you died for your righteousness, and it was worth your while." Thinking of this, he dug a hole. The big pit buried the sky rat

"Duracell is dead!" Yu'er told the news to the Taihu heroes and Tianhonghui men who were fighting fiercely. They were all delighted and rushed to tell each other, and their morale was greatly boosted.

There is a poem to prove it:

The death of one tyrant will bring revenge to all the people, and the people will be angry. The evil spirit should be beheaded.

The ghosts in the lonely grave should be extinct, and the heroic spirit and justice will flow forever.