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In this hundred-meter-high skeleton, the upper part of the west, a small wooden attic is located safely and securely between the random interspersed silver pipes.

This orderly and chaotic, dangerous and stable, abstract and classical building is the favorite West Pavilion of Yang Kuang, a generation of embarrassments of the Dasui Empire.

At this time, 20,000 rebels came here quietly and surrounded the entire West Pavilion.

Sima Ken looked up at the small building with the lights on, and he stammered to Wukong and asked, "Little, little egg, such as, how to go up." With that, he let go and placed Goku on the ground.

"How do you go up? Are you lame? Don't you see that messy spiral staircase?" Wukong replied with disdain in his heart.

"My lord, I will lead you in front of you. With that, Goku walked towards the spiral staircase.

Sima Ken grabbed Wukong, he thought about it for a while, then let go of Wukong again, took off his cloak and carefully sorted out his military uniform, Sima Ken said with difficulty.

"Be on guard in place, no one is allowed to set foot in the West Pavilion, and those who violate the order will be the three clans. Let's go. After finishing speaking, Sima Ken was led by Wukong to the West Pavilion.

"Minister, Sima Ken, commander of the Xiaoshi Army, meet Your Majesty!" After going up to the small building, Sima Ken respectfully stood outside the door and gave a military salute and bowed loudly.

After a short while, a child opened the door with a frightened face, and shouted loudly with an extremely solemn posture: "Jun, Sima Ken, commander of the quasi-Xiaoshi army, meet you!" After speaking, the little slave walked towards the cabinet with his head held high.

After Wukong and Sima Ken went up to the study on the second floor of the small building, they finally saw the true face of Yang Kuang, the emperor of the Great Sui Kingdom.

The prime-aged emperor was dressed in a black dragon brocade robe, holding a book of poetry in one hand, lying on his side on a small couch, smiling and reading with relish.

Sima Ken looked at the lord with an extremely complicated expression, he slowly took a step forward, bowed his head respectfully and said, "Your ...... Minister...... Minister....... Before he could finish speaking, Yang Kuang spoke lightly.

"That's it, you don't have to say anything more, it's not interesting. Tomorrow morning, I will give you an explanation. ...... After all, it's a monarch and a minister, I hope you don't harass the inner palace, you can go. After calmly speaking, Yang Kuang smiled again and looked at the poetry book in his hand, from beginning to end, he didn't look at Sima Ken.

"The emperor——!'s little hands should be damned——! "The little slave who had been standing quietly on the side, after listening to his master's words, he finally couldn't stop the grief in his heart, shouted, and hit his head on the pillar of the West Pavilion, and his brain burst and died on the spot.

There has always been only one way for slaves to commit suicide, that is, to stab themselves in the heart, and then stir them hard, if there is no way, all slaves will only choose to use this way to end their miserable lives.

The fierce martyrdom of the little hands immediately stunned all three people in the room!

Wukong came to Xiaoshou's side in one step, and after instantly helping Xiaoshou's acupoint seal to stop bleeding, he took out a pill from the space pocket of his trouser pocket and stuffed it into Xiaoshou's mouth.

"How's the little hand?" Yang Kuang asked Wukong with concern after putting down the poetry collection.

"Can't die!" Wukong glared at Yang Kuang angrily and replied very angrily.

Sima Ken looked at Yang Kuang hesitantly, and finally gritted his teeth and said to Wukong: "Give this body lock pill to Your Majesty." With that, he handed a golden pill to Goku.

Seeing that Yang Kuang had taken this pill, and then all his cultivation was locked, Sima Ken was cheeky and made a big gift to the lord, and then pulled Wukong to prepare to leave here.

"Wait, as the Ninety-Five Supreme, how can I be left unattended? Yang Kuang calmly instructed Sima Ken.

Sima Ken knew that his lord, he had always been very pompous, and he didn't think that Wukong would help Yang Kuang escape, so he left Wukong behind and went down to the West Pavilion alone.

"I just thought of a poem, would you like to hear it?" Yang Kuang asked Wukong with a smile.

"Mentally retarded, are you a dying person, and you still make a bullshit poem?" After scolding with great contempt in his heart, Wukong replied in disgust: "I'm not interested, and I don't want to listen to it." ”

"This poem of mine can be passed down through the ages, alas...... If you don't want to hear it, it's a pity. Yang Kuang said to Wukong with a smile.

"Cut...... I advise you to wake up, I'm not one of your traitors who can only pat on the back!" Wukong sneered and sarcastically said to Yang Kuang.

"Faint Gentleman? Hahaha...... You kid actually said that I am Faint Gentleman? Your joke is so funny. Can you tell me where I fainted?" Yang Kuang asked Wukong with a smile.

"I'm not from the Demon Realm, how do I know where you fainted?" Thinking of this, Wukong replied very stiffly: "If you weren't a faint king, how could you fall to such a state?

"At the age of thirteen, I was named the king of Jin, and the official worshiped the Zhuguo and the governor of Zhuozhou; at the age of nineteen, he commanded a million troops to level the entire Chen State; at the age of twenty-one, he put down the rebellion in Zhuozhou; at the age of thirty-one, he forcibly seized the position of the crown prince and was made the prince of Dasui; at the age of thirty-five, after the death of the first emperor, he succeeded him as the emperor of Dasui!" When Yang Kuang said this, with a proud smile on his face, he lowered his head and closed his eyes and stopped.

"Damn, is this really fake? Is this thing so fierce? bragging, right?" After thinking about it suspiciously in his heart, Wukong interrupted Yang Kuang's reminiscence, and he said loudly in a very firm tone.

"Okay, don't mention the courage of the year! After you became the emperor, you immediately changed your dish, of course you are a big faint king!" After speaking, Wukong looked at Yang Kuang extremely unconvinced.

Yang Kuang slowly opened his eyes, he didn't say a word, just looked at each other leisurely with a warm smile on his face.

Wukong dared to look at Yang Kuang with great confidence at first, but the more he looked at Yang Kuang's eyes full of wisdom, the less confident he became, so Wukong spoke loudly in annoyance.

"Look, look, look, look at you, you're a faint king!"

"Hahahaha...... You're so much fun, kid. Alas...... If only I had found out about you earlier, you'd be so much fun. I know, you're not actually from the Demon Realm, am I right?" Yang Kuang asked Wukong with a smile.

Wukong flashed in front of Yang Kuang in an instant, and grabbed the other party's throat with a handful, and he said viciously with a hideous face: "Faint Jun, you have too many words. Just when he was about to risk strangling the other party, Wukong suddenly saw the extremely free and easy smile on Yang Kuang's face, and he let the other party go in anger.

"If you tell me who I am, that's all you have to do. Hmph, you keep saying that you are not a faint king, then let me ask you, is it all the ability of a good emperor like you to pull a little person like me to back your back?

"Of course I'm not a good emperor, but I'm definitely not a dumb emperor either! Don't worry, if I need to shamelessly tell you to kill you, then wouldn't I be too low? You're really a stupid little guy, hahaha......." Yang Kuang laughed heartily.

"Laugh, laugh, laugh, you know laughter. You...... Why are they against you?" asked Goku in a curious whisper.

"Why against me? I will die myself. Yang Kuang replied with a self-deprecating smile.

"Huh? What the is that? You...... What did you do?" Wukong asked Yang Kuang very gossipily.

"I am an emperor, in order to communicate with Youzhou and Zhuozhou, I mobilized tens of millions of laborers to build a super grand canal connecting the east and west, do you think I will die?" Yang Kuang asked with a self-deprecating smile.

"Isn't this death?" asked Goku suspiciously.

"I am an emperor, in order to break the monopoly of the aristocracy, I created the imperial examination system, and comprehensively selected talents in the country, do you say I will die?" Yang Kuang asked with a self-deprecating smile.

"Is it a meritocracy, this is not considered death, is it?" Wukong also asked suspiciously.

"I am an emperor, for the sake of the stability of the country, so that the surrounding small countries dare not attack, so I have been using troops everywhere for many years, do you think I will die?" Yang Kuang continued to ask with a self-deprecating smile.

"Defending national defense, of course, this is not death. Goku replied affirmatively.

"I am an emperor, in order to fulfill the last wish of the emperor, I launched a million army to attack the human world, but because the passage between the two realms was suddenly closed, all the elite warriors of the whole country were killed. Isn't I dying, you say?" Yang Kuang looked at Wukong's eyes without shame, and asked slowly and calmly.

"You're a bastard——! of course you deserve ——! death——!," Wukong jumped up angrily, his eyes red and his teeth gritted at Yang Kuang.

"Hah...... yes, I've been dying all along. Yang Kuang said in a lonely voice.

After closing his eyes and taking a long breath, Yang Kuang raised his head with a smile and groaned softly.

"The autumn wind rises, and you travel thousands of miles.

Thousands of miles to go, across the desert to build the Great Wall.

How can it be the wisdom of the boy, the camp of the first saint.

Shuzi Wanshi policy, peace this billions of life.

Dare to worry about Jiao Si and sit back in Beijing.

Beihe sees the martial arts festival, and thousands of miles are rolling.

Mountains and rivers haunt each other, and the wilderness is poor and overlooked.

Hit the gold to stop the march, beat the drum and raise the soldiers.

Thousands of flags move, drinking horses and the Great Wall Caves.

Autumn dusk is filled with clouds, and the fog is dark and the mountains and moons are closed.

The edge of the Yan post was immediately, and the beacon fire was sent out in the air.

By asking the Marquis of the Great Wall, he entered the court.

The turbidity is quiet in the Tianshan Mountains, and the morning light is high.

The release of the army is still reviving the brigade, and there will be a lot of waste.

Drink to the proclamation, and return to the front of the Qing Temple. ”

After chanting, Yang Kuang smiled and said to Wukong: "I am not a good emperor, but I am a qualified emperor. I am bent on accomplishing the deeds of the eternal world, but there are gains and losses in the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao. Since ancient times, those who want to achieve great achievements must work hard for the people and lose money! I have done so many things, I am really dead, are you right?" After speaking, Yang Kuang looked up to the sky and laughed heartily.

"Eternal fart, I think you just wish you would stink for 10,000 years. After Wukong complained in his heart, he looked at the hero in front of him in confusion.