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Chapter 470 Subduing the Little White Dragon

"Yes, Master."

Sun Wukong's murderous intentions were in full swing, and he wanted to kill Xiao Bailong, but when he thought of Zhao Hao's damned curse, he immediately withdrew his strength.

But Rao is so.

The little white dragon was smashed into the shape of a horseshoe by a stick, and fell to the ground.

"Hold it down for me, and wait for the teacher to educate it and lead it into Buddhism."

"Decree." Wukong put down the golden cudgel, pressed the little white dragon's tail, and gave the little white dragon a kick, "I tell you, be honest, don't hurt my master, otherwise , hehe, my old grandson is much more ruthless than Nezha, at that time, it’s not just your cramp.”

"Haha, this Wukong has been with me for three days, and he has the demeanor of a teacher." Nodding secretly, Zhao Hao walked to a place where even the little white dragon god couldn't reach him with his whole body, and went first A Buddhist ceremony.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful. Originally, I wanted to kill you to avenge my horse, but when I thought about the virtue of good life in the heavens, I still thought it would be better to let you live. How about it, be my mount. what do you think?"

"It's not good." Resentment appeared in Xiao Bailong's eyes, and he said, "You have already killed your horse, how can you blame me?"

"What, oh my god, Wukong, did you hear what it said? It is a teacher who is dedicated to Buddha, but it actually said that I killed the white horse. Is this possible?"

"Impossible, impossible." Seeing Zhao Hao's Buddhist ceremony, Sun Wukong couldn't help but think of the magic spell, shook his head, picked up the golden cudgel and hit the little white dragon's tail.

"My master accepted you to save you, why do you say you are so ignorant?"

"Don't, don't, don't smash it, how can we Buddhists hurt other dragons?"

Seeing Monkey King smashing down, Zhao Hao stretched out his hand and pretended to stop it.

Then he turned his head to look at Xiaobailong and said, "Amitabha, I take compassion into my heart, let me ask you again, would you like to be my mount?"

"I am the majestic Dragon Prince, how can I be your mount?"

Xiao Bailong has a lot of backbone and speaks righteously.

"Wait, let me ask you one more question, are you really unwilling?"

"I don't want to."

"Okay, Wukong, you can kill it, it's hopeless, I can't save it anymore."

Clapping his hands, Zhao Hao twisted his body back.

"As ordered, master, bah bah."

Wukong had been waiting for this sentence a long time ago, spit on his hands twice, and picked up the golden cudgel again.

This stick was aimed at Xiao Bailong's head.

"Slow down, Wukong."

It's too late, it's fast.

Just when the golden cudgel was about to fall, Guanyin's voice entered the ears.

Head up.

Guanyin Bodhisattva sat on the lotus seat and looked at Zhao Hao solemnly, "Xuanzang, this little white dragon made a mistake and was demoted to Yingshoujian, and his crime is not worthy of death. Since it ate some of your horse's meat , let it be your horse."

"That's exactly what I mean, Bodhisattva, but the little white dragon doesn't want to follow the poor monk."

The Oscar winner is possessed, and Zhao Hao pretends to be no worse than Tang Seng in the TV series. He is about to cry, with tears rolling in his eyes.

"Little Bailong, are you willing to be Xuanzang's mount?"

"I am willing." The little white dragon changed back into a human form, lying on the ground and said reverently.

"Okay, let's just follow him to learn the Western Classics."

Guanyin willow branches across the sky, and the little white dragon turned into a white horse.

(End of this chapter)