Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge-Chapter 1187 - 686

If audio player doesn't work, press Reset or reload the page.

Chapter 1187 -686

Do whatever you want, I’m not bothered, let those baldies in the West handle it themselves if they can!

To Sun Wukong, the most he does each day is run some errands, prepare three meals, and the rest of the time he is quite free.

Dragging on indefinitely, the man and the monkey didn’t know how much time they spent, and finally arrived at Eagle’s Sorrow Stream.

The aura of the Dragon Clan made the little tiger, who served as a mount, very uncomfortable. Upon arriving here, it showed some reluctance to move forward.

Luckily, Chen Sanzang emitted Buddha Power, soothing it a bit, and the little tiger slightly regained its normalcy.

There’s no helping it, the innate dignity pressure of a pure dragon is indeed a hefty suppression on the bloodline of ordinary demons.

“Old Chen, do you want to eat dragon meat?”

The intense dragon aura was sensed by Sun Wukong even outside Eagle’s Sorrow Stream.

After these days of interaction, the monkey figured out what kind of person Chen Sanzang was, so the first thing that came to mind wasn’t taming a dragon, but rather how to research and fully bring out the flavor of dragon meat in cooking.

You’ve got to know, Sun Wukong once roamed the Heavenly Palace and ate plenty of dishes like Dragon Liver and Phoenix Marrow there.

He would often visit the Lord of Stove for free food and drinks.

As the saying goes, dragon meat in Heaven, donkey meat on the earth—now that he’s finally come across a pure-blood dragon, how could he not feast to his heart’s content?

“Little Kongkong, don’t joke around. The Dragon Clan has connections with the big shot behind me, and this dragon might have been specifically sent over to serve me as a henchman.”

Rolling his eyes, Chen Sanzang had already gotten some insider news from Old Xi.

Now that the Ancestral Dragon has sided with the big shot behind Old Xi, aren’t the pure dragon sons and grandsons at their command?

Clearly, the Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon King, Little White Dragon Ao Lie, was sent over as a high-level henchman.

In the original story, Ao Lie had a rather miserable time, not only being cuckolded but also reported by his own father, sent to the Dragon Stripping Platform, and then rescued by the Goddess of Mercy, placed in Eagle’s Sorrow Stream, awaiting Saint Tang Sanzang.

Then, due to his gluttony, he ate Tang Sanzang’s white horse, thus the Goddess of Mercy sawed off his dragon horns, stripped his dragon scales, turning him into the White Dragon Horse, and let a man ride him.

Truly pitiful!

This lifetime’s Little White Dragon, although not as miserable as in the original, still couldn’t dodge the cuckolding, getting the corner of his wall pried by the Nine-Headed Snake.

However, he wasn’t reported by his own father to the court, instead, some costs were paid, and a deal was made allowing Ao Lie to become a tribulation in the westward journey.

As for whether he remains the white horse for the journey or becomes a disciple of the holy monk depends on his own fate.

“Dragon of the Golden Immortal Peak, but the aura is unstable, with dark injuries inside, kind of lacking for a henchman.”

Sun Wukong curled his lips, somewhat scornful.

“Then should we eat him, and Little Kongkong continues running errands every day?”

Chen Sanzang quietly retorted. freёweɓnovel_com

“There’s no need, though his strength is a bit lacking for a henchman, but perfect for a runner, doing chores and serving people.”

Sun Wukong promptly revised his decision.

He is the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, the Monkey King who once made mayhem in the Heavenly Palace, how could he be a daily handyman?

“Stop fussing! First, capture this little dragon, observe for a while, if there are no issues, train him well, if there are, then treat him as backup rations, on a lazy day just grill him for a meal.”

Chen Sanzang smacked his lips, honestly, he hasn’t tasted pure dragon meat before, doesn’t know how delicious it is.

“Little Kongkong, how about we have a dragon meat hot pot today? You go around the Four Seas and gather some ingredients? After all, you’re fast-footed.”

“… Eating dragon meat hot pot in front of the pure Dragon Clan, Old Chen, your heart must be black as coal!”

Sun Wukong rolled his eyes, a rare tear forming at the corner, then, without saying a word, flipped and disappeared.

Having been imprisoned for so many years, being out for some time, Chen Sanzang had stirred his cravings, he too wanted to snag a dragon to feast on.

“Amitabha, Dragon Donor, you’ve been eavesdropping for a while, don’t you want to come out and meet?”

Concerning Sun Wukong’s departure, Chen Sanzang wasn’t bothered. Instead, he got off the little tiger, found a shaded spot with a big rock, took out a lounge chair, and lay back, casually bringing out a variety of cooking utensils and spices.

In the water pool of Eagle’s Sorrow Stream, the little white dragon Ao Lie’s dragon face twisted, his dragon eyes showing a sense of grievance.

He had never seen Chen Sanzang’s appearance, but could feel his immense Buddhist Power.

Clearly, this monk wasn’t a good person.

Now, the monkey that just flew off, Ao Lie, of course, recognized him as Sun Wukong, who was trapped under the Five Elements Mountain.

The title of the Great Sage Sun Wukong was quite resonant to Ao Lie, especially since his father gave him specific instructions when he was sent to Eagle’s Sorrow Stream.

“Master, are you the one going to the west to fetch the scriptures?”

“Relax, are you sent by the Goddess of Mercy as a handyman, or by the Four Sea Dragon Kings as a bodyguard?”

Looking at the huge white dragon head sticking out from Eagle’s Sorrow Stream, Chen Sanzang brushed it off, took out his wine gourd, and took a sip before slowly asking.

“It’s my father, the West Sea Dragon King, who sent me here to wait for the scripture collector.”

Watching the monk drinking, the little white dragon secretly swallowed, since arriving here, he’d been healing and hadn’t eaten anything.

“Why is your aura unstable, with dark injuries inside, did someone beat you up in this Eagle’s Sorrow Stream?”

New novel 𝓬hapters are published on (f)re𝒆web(n)ovel.com