A Raised Middle Finger Means "Hand It Over"? Who Taught Little White Dragon These Tricks of Deception?

The indifference he had shown toward Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong vanished the instant he heard those three words.

His golden dragon pupils suddenly lit up, as though someone had lit a lamp in the depths of his eyes. His dragon maw parted slightly, his whiskers trembling in the mist. The arrogance and coldness in his voice melted away, replaced by the delight of finding family.

"Great Sage, did Hell God really trade you this Tightening Fillet?"

Ao Lie brought his dragon head closer, close enough for Sun Wukong to see the fine patterns on his scales, close enough that his Dragon Breath whipped Sun Wukong's Tiger Skin Skirt into a loud flutter.

"What, you think I'm lying?"

Sun Wukong raised his head and knocked on the gleaming golden fillet around his forehead, making it ring with a clang. His tone brimmed with pride. "Lord Lin Zhu arranged it for Old Sun beneath Five Elements Mountain. He swapped out that old Tathagata's real one and gave me a fake.

That old woman just recited the Tightening Fillet Spell four times, and Old Sun was so comfortable I nearly fell asleep on the spot. First time I've learned a massage could feel this good. If you want to try it, I'll ask Hell God to get you one later."

Ao Lie froze for a moment, then slowly split his dragon maw into a grin, revealing two rows of sharp dragon teeth. It was the first smile he had shown that day. Though a smile on a dragon face was somewhat frightening, anyone could see the joy flowing straight from his heart.

He turned his dragon head toward Tang Sanzang, and there was even a hint of courtesy in his voice. "Elder Tang has also received Lord Lin Zhu's favor. Then the