Chapter 200: Apricot Immortal: Moldy Brother? Me?

"Tsk, coward."

Tang An looked at the other tree demons. "What about you guys? Who's coming?" Her tone and posture could hardly hide her cockiness and arrogance.

After all, at such a face-saving and showing-off moment, it was hard not to float.

The tree demons looked at each other, feeling ashamed and helpless.

They looked just like students who weren't good at studying, afraid of being called on by the teacher.

"You come?" Tang An pointed at Lingkongzi.

Lingkongzi turned to admire the moon. "The moonlight is thick today, and the poem composed by the little friend is truly as pleasant to the ears as immortal music."

Tang An's eyes showed she had seen through his cowardice, with a hint of disdain.

"What about you?" This time she pointed at Fuyunsou.

Fuyunsou was like an old fan; the look in his eyes when he looked at Tang An was full of admiration. "I dare not accept, I dare not accept. The poem composed by the immortal friend should only exist in Heaven; who dares to compare?"

"Tsk, I like people with high emotional intelligence."

Regardless of whether they were capable or not, the two compliments made Tang An feel good, so naturally, she didn't pick on him.

"You?" There was one last tree demon, Guzhigong.

Guzhigong wiped his sweat. "This old man cannot compare to the little friend, so I won't make a fool of myself, I won't make a fool of myself."

Tang An waved her index finger at them. "You call this a literary battle, but none of you can fight."

Saying this, Tang An sat back on the stone stool. "Since that's the case, then accept the bet and bring out some treasures."

The four tree demons looked at each other, clearly unable to keep up with Tang An's train of thought.

Accept the bet? When did they bet?

Tang An snapped her fingers, signaling them to pay attention to her.

"You tell me, did you lose the literary battle with me?"

Eighteen Elders said: "Weren't we drinking and composing poetry? When did it become a literary battle?"

Tang An took out the golden brick again and placed it on the stone table. Clearly, she didn't have the patience to explain.

If she explained further, she could only convince people with reason and virtue.

Lingkongzi, who had been hit by a brick, knew the power of the golden brick and immediately went along with Tang An.

"Since our literary talent is insufficient and we are inferior to others, this matter is naturally up to the little friend."

Saying this, Lingkongzi took out all the rare spiritual herbs and immortal herbs he could take out.

"Just this?" Tang An even felt they were a bit poor.

Lingkongzi laughed dryly and apologized: "We are actually just tree spirits from this mountain who have cultivated into human form."

"If the little friend wants some spiritual herbs, we have them, but if you want anything else, we really can't take them out."

"Can't take them out?" Tang An sneered: "If you eat a few people and grab more territory and things, wouldn't you have them?"

Eighteen Elders was startled by Tang An's words. "Little friend, you must not speak nonsense."

"We are monsters, but we have never done anything harmful to nature."

"Oh? Then why are you waiting for me here, and why did you trick me into coming to the Wood Immortal Nunnery?"

The four tree demons all had a feeling of being unable to speak of their bitterness.

Lingkongzi blinked and pointed at Tang An's golden brick. "Could it be that you didn't tie us up, little friend?"

"I..." Tang An subconsciously wanted to refute, but upon careful thought, it seemed to be the case.

"Don't worry about those processes; what I want to know is the cause, the cause of why you lured me here, understand?"

Eighteen Elders just wanted to speak, when a thin mist rose in the Wood Immortal Nunnery.

There was even immortal music in the ears, quite a feeling of a fairyland on earth.

Of course, the premise of a fairyland on earth was to set aside the location in the wilderness and the current time point.

"Putting on a show?"

Tang An took out her mobile phone and started recording.

Taking advantage of Tang An's attention being attracted, the four demons were so scared that they moved far away from Tang An.

According to the plan set by the Apricot Immortal, it was indeed time for the Apricot Immortal to appear and use the beauty trap.

But the premise for this beauty trap to succeed was that they were drinking and composing poetry with Tang An, and the interest was high, so they could increase the success rate of his beauty trap.

But... but now Tang An didn't follow their plan, and she smashed their plan to pieces, so rotten that it was unwatchable.

As for the Apricot Immortal's appearance... they could only silently wish him good luck.

With a beam of light hitting the side of the stone platform, a man appeared before Tang An's eyes, wearing plain white clothes with apricot blossom patterns.

His temperament was dignified, elegant, and extraordinary, walking slowly from the side of the stone platform.

He held a long flute, playing music while exchanging glances with Tang An, and even circled around Tang An while playing.

While playing, he started to dance.

Tang An sat on the stone stool, desperately suppressing the corners of her mouth. But that damn mouth, it couldn't be suppressed at all.

It wasn't that she liked handsome guys that much, but there was a handsome "Moldy Brother" who danced well and could play the flute, circling around her and trying to please her in every way.

Whoever this was, it would be hard to resist!

Fine, she was just purely lustful.

When the Apricot Immortal finished his dance, he stopped beside Tang An and conjured an apricot blossom branch out of thin air. He held it in his mouth and was about to pass it to Tang An to hold.

"Oh!"

Sun Wukong, who was watching the fun from the side, had his eyes wide open, and they were shining.

Mainly because from their perspective, it really looked more like the Apricot Immortal was leaning over to kiss Tang An.

Yang Jian had a look of sympathy for the Apricot Immortal, sighing and shaking his head slightly.

"Nezha? Look at Master..." Sun Wukong laughed and wanted to tease Nezha, but when he turned his head, Nezha was already gone.

"Oh?" Sun Wukong followed the line of sight in surprise. "Oh!"

Sun Wukong was stunned.

When the Apricot Immortal was still a foot away from Tang An, his body froze in place.

His hair was blown up by the hot wind of fire, and when he looked sideways, he only saw a spear emitting firelight and a boy covered in fire.

The scene now was: the Apricot Immortal's hand was on Tang An's shoulder, and Nezha's spear was only a fraction away from the Apricot Immortal.

"Snap!"

Did Nezha drop his spear? Or did Tang An hit someone with a brick?

Neither.

It was the Apricot Immortal who "snapped," raised his hands, and knelt in front of Nezha.

"Hey! Hey!" Tang An stood up. "This isn't right, is it? Why did you kneel so fast?"

"Shouldn't you be grabbing me to threaten my disciple? Or kidnapping me to eat my meat?"

The Apricot Immortal looked at Nezha and then at Tang An.

Indeed, his original plan was that kind of plan.

But!

But the Apricot Immortal could clearly perceive how thick the murderous intent of the person in front of him was!

If he had knelt down even a moment later, he wouldn't be an Apricot Immortal, but a pile of ashes!

"No? What about your temperament? Moldy Brother?"

"You aren't the elegant, literary, dignified, and elegant style?"

"Moldy Brother? Who? Me?" The Apricot Immortal didn't know when he had acquired such a name.

But as long as he could save his life! Nothing else mattered! Moldy Brother it is!

The Apricot Immortal kowtowed to Nezha, begging for mercy, begging him to spare his life.

Nezha's eyes were filled with even thicker murderous intent, and he had no intention of sparing these few monsters.

"Nezha?" Tang An realized that Nezha's state was wrong and hurriedly grabbed his forearm.

Until the moment before she was about to be scorched by the Samadhi True Fire on Nezha's body, Nezha finally regained some consciousness.

"Hmm? I..."

He hadn't killed fewer monsters before, but mostly with a playful mindset.

But at that moment, he had rushed over with such anger, almost losing his mind, with a pure murderous intent to kill.