"You said you didn't call a monkey?"

"Then I'll give you a name?"

"How about it, why not call it 'Sun Wukong'?"

"I tell you, this is the name of a super powerful monkey..."

The monkey glanced at the cheerful dried tofu in disgust, lowered his head and continued to wrap himself up.

Although he lost his memory, he just couldn't remember the information related to him, which did not mean that he didn't know who Sun Wukong was.

Besides, even if he wants to give a temporary title, the name "Sun Wukong" is too bad.

The monkey is called this one, just like all cats are called "Mimi" and all dogs are called "Wangcai"... Hey? Wait a minute? Why did he know Sun Wukong?

Could it be that there is also the book "Journey to the West" in parallel universes?

Or is this group of time travelers actually come from the same place as him, but it is just a more high-tech future period?

The monkey's eyes froze, and his expression of staring with excitement frozen, and he stuttered: "No... don't like it? Then why not call it 'Sun Dasheng'? Or just call it 'Sheng Tian Dasheng'?"

The monkey, who couldn't figure it out, looked at the dried tofu that was still nagging and nagging him, and began to call him "Monkey King".

"Ge...se...hou...sai...thunder!"

The hard words from the throat squeeze out.

He didn't want to use the bad street name, so he gave himself a unique name temporarily, and at the same time he tried to find out whether the dried tofu came from the same place as him.

"Monkey Sailai?"

"So you have your own name?"

"By the way, what kind of monkey are you?"

"Have you ever seen a monkey of your breed in the Biological Book?"

"Why, should you hang out with me in the future? After I officially take office, sign a magic pet contract with me?"

I don’t know if I haven’t heard of this name or his pronunciation is too vague, and dried tofu doesn’t react much, but instead said in a temptation: “Food food and accommodation!”

"Hey...um...um...um..."

He almost shouted "Orcs will never be slaves!" Husserey, who came, squeezed out a few syllables in his throat, resisted the urge to kill the chatterbox, and roared: "Geese...Jie Monkey... won't sell!"

"Wisdom, able to speak, and his own name."

"Has this monkey been given a master, or has someone taught it specifically?"

I don’t know if I understand this sentence of the words he tests again. I just don’t dare to provoke him again when I see him angry and muttered to myself: “Have you never heard of monkeys being able to learn people to speak?”

Seeing that Husseley just bandaged his wounds with a white cotton roll.

Dried tofu took out several bottles of ointment from the spoils he seized, and he taught him to identify the reddish-brown ones with bruises and dark green ones with bleeding-resistance cream.

There is also a black liquid that is a tiny tube-shaped poison used by wanderers, which is beyond the knowledge of dry tofu, and he doesn't know which toxin it belongs to.

To be precise, except for the wanderers themselves, no one knows that the toxins on them belong to, and they must be nothing good anyway.

The two... Well, one person and one monkey bandaged the wounds, ready to leave the murder scene as soon as possible.

After delaying for so long, I wonder if there are any other pirates following.

Before leaving, Hussere saw dried tofu walking towards the body of Huashe. He thought he was planning to collect the body of his companions.

But unexpectedly, he just put away some of the belongings and equipment from Huashe, then showed off the same silver wrist guard on his wrist, and after operating it a few times, he aimed at Huashe's corpse.

The scene that Hussere had seen before appeared again, and the corpse of the flower snake melted quickly like a candle with high temperature.

After making all this, the dried tofu turned around and saw Hussele's eyes wide open, and smiled without explaining, saying, "Is it amazing? Let's go!"

Although he has shown that he can use weapons and equipment, has certain wisdom and can "imitate" simple language, Dried Tofu obviously still regards him as a ignorant stupid monkey.

Or, talking animals are not uncommon in this world where supernatural powers exist?

Dried Tofu treats Husseray as the "native" of this world, thinking that he doesn't understand what he is saying.

It makes it convenient for him to follow the other party to collect information. After all, although people will hide their secrets from others, they usually do not wary of an animal.

Because the dried tofu was seriously injured and sprained his ankle, his movements in the mountains and forests were so slow.

After accompanying him to move forward with a turtle limping on the ground for a while, Hussere could no longer bear it and carried him up and rushed up the big tree with his own brute force, and quickly moved forward among the branches.

At his speed, what is the difference between staying in place and waiting for someone?

The arms as thick as Popeye provided Hussere with great power.

The primate's palms and hard and sharp nails give him amazing grip.

Even a person with more than 100 pounds on his back did not make him feel too difficult except for making his body a little heavy.

In addition, in the dark environment between the mountains and forests, there is an extremely clear vision and dynamic vision.

After going through the initial awkwardness, Hussere quickly adapted to the advantages brought by this body.

Do you think it's a monkey?

In the dense forest, with the help of the rebound and jump of branches, accurately determine the landing point in the air and the branches or vines that need to be leveraged next time, sway along the inertia, and then take off with a sound of Wuhu...

These seem to be instincts hidden deep in this body's bloodline.

Hussele quickly fell in love with this feeling of flying freely in the mountains and forests.

I accidentally temporarily ignored my self-awareness of being a human being, and couldn't help but open my mouth and let out a wild howl of "um! ah! ah!"

But before he could indulge in this state of freedom, he was interrupted by the dry tofu that slapped his shoulder.

I saw the dried tofu with his cheeks puffed and his distorted expression pointed desperately at the ground.

Hussele reached out to grab a slender branch. When the branch that could not hold the weight of the two people sagged to the lowest point, its elasticity just offset the power of falling, and released its palms and landed lightly on the ground.

The dried tofu that struggled to climb down from his back without saying a word, a standard orz was frustrated and straightened up straight, "Gudong!" knelt down, lying on the ground and squirted with a rua.

Dried tofu, which had been suffering from internal injuries, could it be constantly losing weight, stopping rapidly, and 720° somersaults in the air?
Chapter completed!