"Monk, you okay?" After a long while, the Daoist climbed to his feet and went to help the monk.
He had rolled across the ground, shedding most of the force. The monk had it worse—he had gone straight into an intimate embrace with a tree. When he turned over, good heavens, his big round face was stamped full of tree bark rings.
He had practically rammed himself into the heartwood.
"Ami-your-whole-family-tuo... Buddha... Shit Bull... This revered monk... and... and you are irreconcilable enemies!" The monk's mouth was crooked and his eyes slanted as he cursed in a trembling voice.
It was him, it was him, it was him again!
Again and again—this was simply outrageous. If it could be endured, then even an uncle could not endure it; if an uncle could endure it, an auntie certainly could not!
"That bull definitely did it on purpose." The Daoist gritted his teeth as well. He had only been hit once fewer than the monk; those horns had nearly torn off his precious crotch.
"Shit Bull, if you've got the guts, come back and fight me to the death!"
"Didn't you see those two people just now?" On the bull's back, Wang Tie Zhu looked back at the dense forest behind them and asked with a twitching mouth.
"People? Where? I didn't see anyone." Lamborghini Bull's eyes rolled as it flatly denied it. "It was pitch-black out there. What people could there be?"
"Those two guys got sent flying by you again. I don't believe you didn't see them~" Wang Tie Zhu retorted. "At the last moment, you changed direction and deliberately shot between them, scraping both of them flying."
"You dead turtle, don't go spouting bloody slan... bull! Keep yammering, and believe it or not, This Revered Bull will shake