Purple-Haired Monkey
Éditeur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Raging wind blades came flying out of the woods. It was like knives cutting the branches and trees. They quickly cut down a few of them in the forest.
Han Sen and the others saw them clearly. The wind blades were coming out of Ou Yang Qiu Shan. The young man's situation was very bad.
Ou Yang Qiu Shan was half-kneeling on the ground with his hand raised. The wind blades were still exploding. There was a purple shadow on his back tightly holding his body. The arms, which were full of purple fur, went past Ou Yang Qiu Shan's armpit to grab his neck. It made Ou Yang Qiu Shan have to raise his hands.
The position he was in was very awkward. That purple-haired monster was like a ghost. It trapped Ou Yang Qiu Shan, bared its fangs, and bit him in the back of the head. Its scary face looked as if it was going to suck out Ou Yang Qiu Shan's brain juice.