The dim moonlight outside the window illuminates the fleshy body of the little monster. The little monster squinted his slender eyes as usual, looked at Azan triumphantly, and giggled.

"Azan, it's been a long time since I saw you. Don't tell me, I miss you a bit after I haven't seen you for so long."

As for the little monster, Yin and Yang were strange, and Azan's nose was crooked with anger.

Azan snorted coldly, "You bastard, did you come to see your old fox again?"

The little monster smiled, "Wrong, besides seeing my father, I also took a look at you as an unlucky ghost. Azan, it feels uncomfortable to be locked in a hospital bed, right? One can't stay in bed all the time, otherwise People who have bedsores, they have bedsores, but they are very uncomfortable. They are very red and itchy, and they can’t reach out to scratch, because a scratch will break the skin and even pus will come out."

Azan angrily said, "Enough! Stop talking, it's too disgusting. Whether I have sores or pus, even if I am rotten on the bed, I won't bother you."

The little monster sneered, "Azan, can you get this fate, didn't you ask for it? You could have lived well, but you killed my father, and now you deserve everything you suffer. of."

Azan smiled bitterly, "The matter is over, I don't want to complain, I know you want to retaliate against me."

The little monster smiled and said, "It's more than revenge. I must torture you well. Actually, I wish I could kill you immediately."

Azan laughed, "Really? What are you hesitating? Hurry up. Huh? Why don't you speak? Are you worried that after killing me, your father will lose my parasite and won't survive?"

The little monster said nothing, his slender eyes burst into an angry light.

Azan smiled and said, "What's the matter? Are you trying to kill me? Hurry up, what are you waiting for?"

The little monster sneered, "You know I won't kill you."

"Yes, because your old fox is parasitic on my body, he needs to take nutrients from me. If I die, he also loses the parasitic carrier. Once I lose my carrier, will it die? ?"

The little monster angrily said, "Enough, stop talking nonsense."

Seeing that the little monster became angry from shame, Azan didn't intend to stop talking, but went on.

"So, you won't kill me at all, because you are worried that if I die, your fox daddy will die together. Am I right? What's strange now is that I have made that fox. Meizhu, how can only the remaining lifeblood survive till now?"

The little monster sneered, "Azan, you are also a mage who has practiced for many years. Why don't you even understand this simple truth? My father has cultivated for thousands of years. Do you think that the Taoism of cultivating for thousands of years can be killed so easily? Don’t say you just left a lifeline of my father, even if you leave other parts of his body, such as the hands and feet, or the head, it can survive."

Azan smiled and said, "I understand, what you call survival means that the remaining limbs or organs of your father parasitize the body of other creatures. Am I right?"

The little monster nodded, "Yes. My father is a fairy. The body of a fairy can be damaged, but the body of a fairy will never die. As long as there are residual limbs and organs, those leftovers will immediately find other living creatures on their own, and parasitize them. On those creatures."

Azan listened and laughed.

"Little monster, you really laugh at me."

The little monster angered, "Azan, you bastard, what are you laughing at? I didn't tell a joke?"

But Azan still couldn't stop laughing, "Little monster, this is really the most ridiculous joke I have ever heard."

The little monster gritted his teeth with anger, "Azan, you shut up."

Azan smiled, "Little monster, I don’t think you are young, and you know how to put gold on your father’s face. Your father is just a fox demon who doesn’t live up to the weather. You are so embarrassed to brag and call it a fairy. ."

The little monster sneered, "How about the gods? What about the monsters? Just ask those gods, how many predecessors are not birds and beasts? You humans can cultivate into immortals, very few. On the contrary, we are the beasts that you humans despise. Able to practice with great concentration, and finally achieve a positive result. The so-called gods in the world are just some guys who have been titled and paid by the Jade Emperor Laoer. In fact, they are essentially monsters who have cultivated to a certain level. They just surrendered. Jade Emperor, it's all about having an official title."

Azan smiled and said, "Oh, at a young age, I have seen a lot through it. It's not easy."

The little monster smiled and said, "Think of the Monkey King, even though he has the ability to make trouble in the palace, he was only sealed by the Jade Emperor. The King is right. Instead of helping those gods raise horses in the heaven, it’s better. Go back to the mortal world and continue to be a mountain king."

Azan said with a smile, "There are so many talents in the heavenly court, even if they have the ability, they can't show it. Because the Jade Emperor has never lacked talents, it is reasonable that the Great Sage will receive this kind of treatment."

The little monster sneered, "Stop talking nonsense, anyway, since you killed my father, you should be tortured."

Azan angrily said, "You little bastard, are you tossing me not enough? Why did the cloth strips on my robe hang on the windowpane of the data room? What did you do? That made your glass bottle Moved to the window, so that you can absorb Yuehua and successfully resurrect."

The little monster laughed, "Azan, didn't you help me move the glass bottle to the window? Why did you forget it all?"

"What are you talking about? I've been handcuffed to the bed by them, and I can't move. How can I go out and help you move the bottle? You don't behave like those idiots and spit people."

The idiot Azan was referring to here was of course Ye Tian and his party.

"These mindless idiots, they always treat me as a bad person, regardless of right or wrong, and don't listen to my explanation. I am really enough."

The little monster smiled and said, "Azan, you are a bad guy. You used all means to make money, and everything you suffer now is what you deserve."

"You little bastard, there are only two of us here, so tell the truth, how did the cloth strips on my robe hang on the window of the data room? Did you do something secretly?"

The little monster smiled, "Ajahn, are you telling a joke? I was soaked in formalin in a bottle by those stupid guys. I'm dead, do you understand? How could I make it? What about hanging the cloth strips of your robes on the windowpanes of the reference room?"