"Look, isn't this little guy going to do it so simply?" Cui Yining looked at a cartilage-headed Hong Lei climbed up from the ground with contempt, then walked out of the door without saying a word and closed the door, and then put his eyes on Wukong again. "Okay, little boy, now you can tell Uncle Cui, who gave you the medicine?"

It is impossible not to mention that Cui Yinning's mentality is almost the same as what Wukong estimates. For Cui Yinning, this chubby young man who grew up with a child is not an important person at all, let alone a horror. In Cui Yinning's opinion, Wukong is still a little guy who would cry when he was scared when he was young.

So even if Hong Lei told Cui Yining on the road that he was knocked out and caught by Wukong, and then poured the immortal water, Cui Yining didn't believe a word. Just kid, you are such a big man, who was captured alive by a four-year-old child and then controlled by this child.

Who do you tell me to see if he believes this or not?

He was a four-year-old child, not forty years old. But since Hong Lei said that, it must mean that he had indeed been arrested. It also means that there must be other experts around Mr. Lu Chengzu, who have the advantage of martial arts. Maybe they are some monks who are good at martial arts.

So when Cui Yining was on the way here, he was ready. After seeing Wukong, if there were other people around Wukong, he would give in first, and then give in. When Wukong was alone, he would immediately use both soft and hard to scare him, and fight him twice when necessary. Doing evil is his strength.

Just a four-year-old boy who has never seen anything, he is easy to get what he knows. After he has the recipe for the immortal water, he will immediately control Lu Chengde. At that time, the city of Jiujiang County will be where I, Cui Yining, will be where I, Cui Yining, walk sideways.

Because of this, Cui Yining immediately started his tricks of using both soft and hard when he saw that there was no one around Wukong. In Cui Yining's opinion, when he was frightened by his harsh voice, Wukong would definitely cry loudly, and then after he coaxed him slightly, the child still said nothing.

Sure enough, as Cui Yining's stern words followed, the child opposite showed a look of horror on his face, and then squatted on the ground, covering his face with his hands and cried loudly. But just as Cui Yining came over and squatted down to comfort the child, he happened to see Wukong put down his little hand covering his face, his face was shining brightly, and he didn't look like he had cried.

"Uncle Cui..." Wukong looked at Cui Yinning with an innocent smile, "Has anyone ever told you something? As an adult, don't squat in front of a child and show off your growing up little Jiji, because that will make the child mentally unbalanced, and if a child mentally unbalanced..."

Before Cui Yining could understand when Wukong was talking, he felt a heart-wrenching pain coming from his crotch. Then, he saw that the chubby child in front of him had an extra cone-shaped spiked short stick in his hand. At one end of the short stick, it was also wrapped with a rope, as if it was a handle.

At this moment, Wukong slowly finished what he said, "... he will use his own way to find the balance."

As he spoke, Wukong had quickly pulled back the short stick that had just been pulled between Cui Yining's legs, and quickly poked it upwards. The flat and accurate end of the stick hit the position where Wukong wanted to hit, Cui Yining's chin. Then, Cui Yining's painful howling that had just rushed out of his throat stopped abruptly.

Then, Wukong lowered his head slightly, stepped forward and pointed it at Cui Yining's throat that was exposed after being hit by the chin, and made a slut without hesitation.

Although Wukong is just a four-year-old child now, this trick of sticking to the mountain will not be able to knock people away like he did in his previous life, but it is enough to knock Cui Yining, who was already a little unbalanced, and hit the back of his head hard on the ground.

Then, Cui Yining enjoyed the treatment that Hong Lei, who was outside the Tang Dynasty, had enjoyed only the treatment he had received - he was knocked to the ground by a four-year-old child and was beaten inhumanely.

Unlike Hong Lei, Cui Yining was not tied up tightly and his mouth was not blocked. Therefore, he could still lie on the ground, with his hands busy. However, it was absolutely impossible to get up from the ground. Whenever Cui Yining held the floor with his hands or grabbed the bed or table, the tip of the short stick in Wukong's hand would poke it just right.

Moreover, what made Cui Yining the most exaggerated was that when it lay on the ground and used its hands and feet to knock down the little guy, the little guy would jump away easily. So he could only lie on the ground and scream while watching the four-year-old boy jump around him, constantly poking and poking on his body.

A series of screams came from Wukong's house, which made Hong Lei, who was watching the door, shivered with lingering fear, and became more determined to his choice. Others didn't know, but he knew very well how good the little demon was to hit people. He even made a so-called "set meal" such as hitting and poking, which really made people not want to survive or die.

At this time, Cui Yining had given up all his thoughts of resistance and lay on the ground with his head in a twitching manner. Because at the beginning, he tried to get up to resist, his hands and legs were covered with blood. Although Wukong was very skillful every time he poked it, he was just a skin injury, but he couldn't resist the large number.

At this time, Cui Yining's blue robe was covered with dust and blood, and he looked extremely embarrassed. Wukong, who had been a little tired, stopped destroying Cui Yining. After rubbing the non-existent sweat on his forehead with his hands, he sighed and said, "Sure enough, proper exercise and venting are the best way to relieve the stress and maintain health. I feel that I am getting healthier now."

"Did you think so?" Wukong patted Cui Yining's face with the short stick in his hand, dragging a long tone with a crisp childish voice, "Uncle Cui—Uncle! Although I am very moved by your behavior of sacrificing yourself to protect my mental health, I have to say something..."

As he said that, the stick in Wukong's hand was casually following Cui Yining's body, and came up again without hesitation. Seeing Cui Yining quickly covering his little Gigi with both hands, after making Joho's voice, Wukong continued slowly, "Can you remember who I am and what tone should you talk to me in? My kind and respectable loyal manager, Uncle Cui Yining... Uncle..."

"Young master! I understand, I understand!" Cui Yining struggled desperately on the ground, "I know I am wrong, I know I am wrong, please stop hitting, stop hitting."

"Look, how great this is!" Wukong kindly slapped Cui Yining on the dust with a stick, "If Uncle Cui, you would have had such an awareness, wouldn't we all be fine? Uncle Cui, you have to make yourself so embarrassed. How unbearable do you think I, a junior, look!"

As he said that, Wukong smiled and threw down the stick in his hand and sat down beside the bed. "Okay, Uncle Cui, please get up quickly. Although the weather is still hot now, the ground is a bit cold. It is not good for Uncle Cui to be lying on the ground."

Cui Yining endured the pain and slowly moved his body on the ground, as if he was struggling to stand up. Then, he had already grabbed the short stick that Wukong had thrown on the ground just now, and jumped up from the ground and smashed it down at Wukong's head. "Go to die, little rabbit...ah!"
Chapter completed!