Monkey drama is a new thing and is very popular.

"Dear readers, those who have money can support money, those who have no money can support personal money."

The monkey-shower shouted hard, and the little monkey came over with a big bowl to ask the spectator for the reward.

The onlookers took out the silver and threw it into the bowl.

Something was wrong, and the bowl was filled with money.

When the little monkey came to Chen Ba's side with the bowl, he looked into the bowl.

Good guy.

A bowl of paper ingots are insignificant.

Who is so immoral and put the paper ingots burned to the souls of the ancestors into the bowl? Isn’t this arguing?

The spectators around seemed to be unaware of it and frantically threw coins at the monkey-spoken man.

But all the money is spent.

Very strange.

At this moment, Chen Bafang felt something pulling his trouser legs.

He looked down and saw that it was the little golden monkey. He looked at him with a bowl in his hand, and a begging look appeared in his eyes.

It turns out that money is coming.

Chen Bafang took out a handful of silver from his sleeve and handed it over.

Unexpectedly, the little monkey shook his head and made a squeaking sound, as if he had something to say to him.

The little monkey jumped up and down in a hurry.

But Chen Bafang couldn't understand monkey words and couldn't understand what it wanted to express.

Seeing that he had no reaction, the monkey took a branch and wrote and painted on the ground.

Just as the monkey was about to finish writing, he was pulled back by the monkey with a rope, and then he was beaten to a squeezing meat with a squeak.

The monkey-shower laughed strangely and put away the paper ingots in the bowl. He was about to leave but was stopped by a young Taoist priest.

"What's wrong with you, this little Taoist priest?"

Chen Bafang smiled and pointed to the pitiful monkey who was held in his hand by the monkey-shocking man.

"I like your monkey."

When the monkey-shower heard Chen Bafang's mindless words, he couldn't help but look stunned, waved his hand and said, "Jiehou won't sell it."

Chen Bafang shook his head: "I don't plan to buy it."

Dang chang.

As he said that, he suddenly drew his sword and slashed him.

But this sword was not for the monkey-shocking man.

The sword light flashed.

It seemed as if something invisible had been cut off.

Next second.

The rope on the little monkey's neck broke, the fur on his body disappeared, and he turned into a fat white doll of five or six years old.

The art of creating animals.

There are magical sorcerers in the world who practice the art of creating animals, turning children into monkeys, dogs and animals, and taking them to the streets to beg for art and make black-hearted silver.

Unexpectedly, Chen Bafang was caught today.

If he had not practiced the magic of killing ghosts and opened his eyes, he might not have discovered the abnormalities on the monkey.

Seeing that the spell was broken, the monkey-playing man looked ferocious like an evil ghost.

"Taoist, don't meddle in other people's business."

Chen Bafang was too lazy to talk nonsense to him and slashed him directly with a sword.

The monkey-playing man was shocked, and his whole body was instantly divided into two halves, but no drop of blood flowed out.

A burst of blue smoke drifted out, and the monkey's body was like a leaky ball shriveling down, leaving only a wrinkled human skin.
Chapter completed!