Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!
Sun Wukong, carrying a large pot in one hand and a dark expression on his face, held up a tiny, baby-sized creature in the other, raising it in front of Wang Ji: "Such a bold little monster, aren't you afraid it'll get roasted one day?"
As he spoke, the little thing was holding a small frying pan the size of a palm and kept hitting his arm with it, looking extremely irritable and fierce, as if it wanted to break his wrist.
Just now, without saying a word, someone flew up and swung a big pot at him. If he hadn't been quick enough to grab it and snatch it back, he might have been sent flying into the sky by the pot.
Bold, short-tempered, talkative, annoying, and mischievous.
A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger; this little chick is not afraid of the Victorious Fighting Buddha at all...
"Hehe... Sorry." Wang Ji quickly took Zizai into his arms and put the frying pan away from Sun Wukong's hand.
He also noticed that the little thing was indeed a bit too bold, but Wang Ji didn't want to discipline it for the time being, because it was still quite sensible and didn't just run wild.
Who gave Sun Wukong the right to interrupt their victory celebration?
"What's there to apologize for? The guys were just having a good time after the battle, so they danced! What's wrong with that? Why did he interrupt us?"
"Daddy, put me down! Keep playing the music and dancing! Zizai will help you flatten him!" The little yellow chick was still struggling, indignant!
Wang Ji quickly reassured him, "Forget it, you can't beat him."
"Even if we can't beat him, we'll still take him down! He's just Shen Shen, right? If he's so capable, let him kill me! He'll be scared after he kills me!" The little yellow chicken glared, trying to scare the enemy to death with its fiercest expression.
Sun Wukong was both amused and exasperated. Why was this little thing so brave? And what kind of nonsense was it spouting?
"Come on! Dad! Kill me! Let's scare him to death!"
"..." Wang Ji fell silent, then tapped the level 3 helmet: "Stop messing around."
"Oh~"
The chicks immediately fell silent.
As if nothing had happened, her little feet dangled, and she seemed to instantly transform into a quiet, well-behaved baby.
It put away the small pot, then jumped out of Wang Ji's arms and snuggled into Qi Lin's embrace.
Qi Lin was stunned for a moment, then smiled and hugged it, her smile showing a hint of doting affection.
She quite liked this mischievous little thing.
"Mommy..."
Dozens of drones, seemingly from nowhere, silently disappeared into the sky, leaving Du Qiangwei and her companions utterly bewildered and unable to keep up.
Just like the little chick and the frying pan, nobody knew how so many strange things suddenly appeared on Wang Ji's body.
"Now that the little thing has stopped jumping, it's time to talk about the two of us."
Sun Wukong also looked at these strange things, then looked at Wang Ji with a calm expression and said.
"ah?"
Wang Ji paused for a moment, then lowered his right hand from a small red spear at his waist, looking somewhat puzzled.
Is something wrong between them?
Others looked over, confused.
"I think you're getting arrogant..." Sun Wukong squinted, one corner of his mouth twitched up, and he scoffed: "You don't take me, Old Sun, seriously at all. Although you've been telling me so many reasons that sound quite reasonable, things aren't that simple."
I can listen to a child being serious, but if a child talks back to an adult, they deserve a spanking.
In any case, I, Old Sun, am thousands of years older than you. Based on my hard work and dedication throughout the trials and tribulations of China, I can be considered your elder...
Regardless, you've made me lose face, but I can't let myself lose face so easily...
See, I've explained all this to you. Now tell me, how do you want to fight?
As he spoke, the golden cudgel tapped on the armor on Wang Ji's chest, a gesture that was quite provocative.
"This..." The members of the Super Soldier Squad were a little nervous upon seeing this.
"Brother Monkey..."
"Great Sage..."
"Don't worry..." Sun Wukong waved his hand leisurely to interrupt the young people's pleas for mercy, and sneered: "I, Old Sun, will not really hurt him. At least, breaking his tendons and bones is impossible. I am here to test you. What's wrong with testing him by beating him a couple of times?"
"Besides, I think this kid is very strong, and he might be quite sturdy too. His methods are rather strange; he runs fast and knows how to use wormholes, so he might not necessarily end up in a bad situation."
As he spoke, he glanced at Du Qiangwei and said meaningfully, "I think even if I bully the younger one and beat him up a few times to vent my anger, Old Du won't blame me."
Then, he looked at Wang Ji with a half-smile, and there was a strange, almost imperceptible light in his eyes.
Du Qiangwei, who was about to speak, paused for a moment, hesitated, and then remained silent.
Actually, she really believed that Sun Wukong would be one of her own, and now he has mentioned her father again.
“Tell me, how do you want to fight…” Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow at Wang Ji again: “You can make your demands.”
Wang Ji frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and shook his head, saying, "I won't..."
"Fight! Great!" His words were suddenly interrupted when a guy in a level 3 helmet jumped out from the side and shouted, "Tell me, do you want a one-on-one fight, or a group brawl?"
It fluttered its little wings and flew in mid-air, watching Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong frowned, somewhat puzzled, and asked, "You can fly too?"
"Nonsense! Can't your chickens fly?" Zizai rolled his eyes without any politeness.
Is this monkey stupid?
"Let me explain the rules to you. A one-on-one duel is..."
Zizai was interrupted, and Wang Ji picked him up and threw him into Qi Lin's arms.
This little thing is becoming more and more dramatic...
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