Before she could finish, Su Wanwan had already sneered. "Are you steeping your legs in that tea, or your eyeballs?"
The female demon's smile froze at once.
Sun Wukong burst out laughing behind them. "Wanwan, that mouth of yours is really sharp today."
Su Wanwan raised a hand and pointed at the webbing. "I'm not wasting words on you. Take down these lousy webs and stay away from Tang Monk. If anyone dares crawl over our heads in the middle of the night and spit silk, I'll pluck every last one of you bald first."
The Vine Ghosts had originally been about to get angry, but when they looked up and saw Chu Yang fiddling with his sleeve cuffs while Sun Wukong poked the webbing with the Golden Staff as though considering where a fire would best be started, all their expressions changed at once.
One of the older-looking female demons immediately said, "We'll take them down. Right away."
"And one more thing," Su Wanwan said. "Stop pinching your throat when you talk in front of me. It's annoying."
The female demon said, "..."
They went to the eastern rocky slope last.
That Old Scorpion Demon had the fiercest temper. Its whole body was covered in glossy black armor, and its tail hook stood taller than a person. Hidden in a crevice, it had refused to come out at first. Only after Sun Wukong smashed half the rock wall apart with one blow did it finally reveal itself.
The moment it appeared, it flew into a rage, its tail hook stabbing straight at Tang Monk.
This time, Su Wanwan did not even wait for Chu Yang to speak before raising her hand and cursing, "You're courting death!"
Then she watched, wide-eyed, as Chu Yang grabbed that scorpion tail hook in