Open your eyes.
A table knife was pressed against my neck.
The voice of the Dapeng came from above: "The heat is half off, you can get into the steamer by yourself."
I lowered my head - on the stove, Sun Wukong, Tang Monk, and Zhu Bajie were tied into a bundle and soaked in boiling water, waiting for me to add firewood.
It's over.
When the fire got louder, the monkey came out and killed me first.
The fire is gone, Dapeng will kill me now.
From the crack of the steamer, a furry finger stretched out and wrote four words on my palm:
"If the fire is small, you will die."
Those golden eyes were staring at me.
He is laughing.
Later I realized that the blood of the iron-eating beast in my body, which could swallow gold and iron, was his only chance.
