When Xuanzang heard the Bull Devil King's words, his expression changed. He immediately turned his head to look, only to see that the Bull Devil King's eyes seemed to be glowing.
Xuanzang smiled, pressed his palms together, and asked, "Disciple!"
"This disciple is here!"
"Would you like to have a taste and confirm it?"
"I would... How could that be possible, Master? This disciple does not want to!"
The Bull Devil King answered without thinking, but the moment he lowered his head and saw Tang Seng with his palms pressed together, his expression changed drastically at once. He forced a smile and said, "Master, please see clearly from above. This disciple absolutely harbors no thought of deceiving his master. How would this disciple dare eat Master's flesh?"
This was fucking obviously the prelude before he started chanting the Tight-Fillet Spell!
But Xuanzang had no intention of letting him off. He continued to press his palms together and smiled. "So in the end, is it that you don't dare, or that you don't want to?"
The Bull Devil King shook his head decisively. "I don't want to!"
Xuanzang smiled, but there was something rather deep about that smile. "You truly don't want to?"
"I... I also don't dare!"
Being smiled at like that made the Bull Devil King feel somewhat guilty. Right now, he wished he could slap himself across the face.
Serves you right for running your mouth, insisting on tossing out a death-seeking question!
These six months of getting along with Xuanzang had made him understand one thing: as long as he had not yet made up his mind to kill this monk, then he might as well obediently listen to him. Otherwise, he was purely asking to suffer.
With his divine abilities, he could absolutely finish Xuanzang off