Chapter 329: Not laughing at you, I just have a naturally smiling lip

Yang Jian didn't take out his weapon, but accumulated power with his palm, and attacked at the same time as Sun Wukong, one in front and one behind.

Two forces exploded in the leopard demon's body at the same time, causing his internal organs to be shattered, and he knelt to the ground, dying instantly.

"Oh my, hurry, hurry, hold his head, don't spit on the fur, it's not easy to wash."

Tang An was in a hurry, wanting to go up to help, but not really wanting to touch the leopard demon's corpse.

Sun Wukong swung the Golden Cudgel, propping up the leopard demon's head, letting his body remain kneeling, with blood flowing down from his mouth, not splashing on the fur.

"Master, you'd better go out with Nezha quickly."

"Leave the rest to me and Yang Jian to handle. Go quickly, ah."

Sun Wukong pushed Tang An and let Nezha take her out.

After all, skinning was too bloody for Tang An, and Sun Wukong was afraid she couldn't take it.

"Then you guys be careful, don't break such good fur."

Less than a quarter of an hour after Tang An went out, Yang Jian and Sun Wukong returned.

They also brought back a piece of washed leopard fur, without any bloody smell.

"Amazing." Tang An even suspected that they had secretly swapped it for another piece; this was processed too quickly and perfectly.

But thinking about it, two gods doing skinning seemed to be like using a cannon to hit a mosquito. It was only natural that they processed it quickly; it was just a matter of casting a spell.

"Nezha, you come and bake the water, you have to dry the surface, otherwise it's not easy to make clothes."

Well, she let another God of Killing do the job of using a cannon to hit a mosquito.

After the leopard demon's fur was completely processed, for the next ten days or so, Tang An started using the needlework she learned from her grandmother to cut the fur and make clothes for Wukong.

"Master, you actually know how?" Yang Jian was very surprised; he had always thought that Tang An was just on a whim, and the clothes she made would mostly be hard to describe.

But judging from Tang An's skillful cutting and sewing techniques, she really knew how to make clothes.

Tang An wiped the needle through her hair, looking exactly like a child learning to make clothes from an adult.

"Hey, we were poor when I was young, so my grandmother made clothes for me personally."

"Haven't eaten pork, haven't seen a pig run?"

"Later, when I went to school, my grandmother was busy making money to support me, so I learned to sew and mend clothes myself. So needlework is just rusty for me; I'll be familiar with it after doing it more."

Sun Wukong kept leaning beside Tang An, watching her make clothes, and at night, he would hold the lamp for Tang An, afraid she would prick her hand.

Nezha looked at the little lamp light, and directly stood beside Tang An, igniting fire with his hand to hold the lamp for her.

Yang Jian was responsible for buying delicious food and drinks for Tang An to encourage and reward her.

Just like that, before they arrived at Fengxian Prefecture, Sun Wukong's leopard skin skirt was finally finished.

"I am really amazing."

"Wukong, try it."

Tang An was very satisfied with her masterpiece, and the leopard print skirt she made was a different style from the tiger skin skirt Tang Seng made.

What she made was a half-open tiger skin skirt, integrated with pants made of yellow fabric. It was fashionable and had a sense of design, setting off Sun Wukong's lively and active personality, and his walking, sitting, and lying were not restricted.

With the remaining bit of leather, Tang An made a small shawl similar to a red scarf. The top and bottom matched together, looking very compatible, not abrupt or eye-catching.

"How is it, Wukong, do you like it?"

Sun Wukong turned around and cast a spell, changing into the clothes.

"Hehehe~"

Sun Wukong was so happy that he just laughed silly, quickly flying out to find a river surface to hover over, looking at himself in the mirror beautifully.

The more he looked, the more satisfied he was; this was what set off his title of Beautiful Monkey King.

"Brother Yang Jian, Brother Yang Jian."

Sun Wukong was so happy that he shook his hands and circled around Yang Jian, letting him see his new clothes.

Yang Jian was also very surprised and happy, "The clothes Master made are really very suitable for you."

Sun Wukong raised his head and scratched his cheeks, laughing silly; he was so happy that he was about to bubble.

"Brother Nezha, Brother Nezha, look quickly."

Nezha was really looking at Sun Wukong's clothes, and after confirming that the clothes Tang An made were really good-looking, Nezha directly said one sentence.

"I want one too."

"You want one too?" Tang An looked at the remaining scraps, "It's definitely not enough to make clothes; how about next time?"

Nezha thought for a moment, turned around, and went to hunt demons.

"Hey, hey, hey." Tang An quickly called him back, "Look, my hands are red; can we do it in a few days?"

It had indeed been too long since she did needlework; although she didn't prick her hands much, sewing for a long time made her hands hurt whenever they touched the needle.

Nezha braked his Wind Fire Wheels in time and nodded in response.

"Then next time, I'll hunt other demons." Obviously, Nezha didn't like the leopard print style.

"Good, next time you hunt whatever demon, I'll design whatever type of clothes for you, okay?"

"Okay."

Yang Jian closed the fan in his hand, "Actually, Master... I also want a cloak."

Tang An gritted her teeth and closed her eyes.

Who made them all her disciples? If she didn't do it, who would?

"Fine, I'll arrange one cloak for each of you; it's handsome to wear."

Tang An got inspiration and wanted to take a pen to draw the shape.

"Hiss~"

Her hands were indeed a bit painful; she subconsciously took a breath.

Nezha sighed and took the pen back.

"You say, I draw."

"You? Can you do it?"

"You don't believe me?"

"Can I believe you?"

"Of course!" Nezha was almost anxious.

"Fine, then you draw; I tell you, for the cloaks of the three of you, one needs yellow fur, one needs black fur, and one needs red fur."

"And also, the cloak should be drawn like this, like this..."

About twenty minutes.

Produced by Nezha's hand, a more abstract clothing design drawing was produced.

Sun Wukong tried hard to hold back his laughter, Yang Jian turned to the side to hold back his laughter; no one dared to speak, because if they spoke, they would definitely laugh out loud.

"Third Brother, listen to me, don't say Master draws badly in the future."

When Yang Jian said this, his shoulders were shaking, and he didn't even turn his head.

Nezha was puzzled and looked at Tang An. "Did I draw badly?"

"Mm?" It could be seen that Tang An was also holding back her laughter very hard. "No, very good."

"Then why are they laughing?"

"No, not laughing."

"You are laughing too."

"I'm not, I just have a naturally smiling lip."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, you have to believe in yourself, young man." Tang An took Nezha's drawing; after all, it was the black history of the Third Prince's painting, which was very collectible.

"By the way, we are arriving at Fengxian Prefecture soon; there are no demons on this trip; it just so happens we can try to see if your hunting demons can also be counted in the Journey to the West Calamity Book."

"Good."

The three of them answered in unison; the demons doing evil around were going to suffer. ===== CHAPTER 330 =====