[Journey to the West] Don't call me Wukong

I don't know how much time has passed in the mountains, and the world has been prosperous for thousands of years.

It seems to be just a stretch, the human affairs in the world have been ups and downs, and seeing the bustling scene in the streets of the city, I can't believe that I am back in Chang'an.

If going west is a dream, then Chang'an is where the dream begins.

Dreams or nightmares start tonight.

I sneaked into the palace, hidden in the dark, quietly watching that person, his every move, his thoughts.

Li Shimin, this time, I will help you guard your dream, so that the old dragon king who thinks he is smart will come to ask you to save him again.

If I keep your dream, I don't need to dream of traveling westward anymore.

I was hiding behind the screen in the Imperial Study Room. The Tang Emperor in front of the table was concentrating on reviewing the memorial, with a serious expression, sometimes stopping to think, and sometimes moving his pen like flying.

Looking over secretly, I always felt that this person was looking at Mian Shan. I thought about it for a while, and turned into a moth and flew to him quietly.

Straight and straight figure, handsome eyebrows and eyes, except for a head of ink-like black hair loosely held by a wooden hairpin, which seems a little unsuitable, this man is just as bald in monk robes!

I was a little excited, and the frequency of flapping my wings was a little faster when I was excited. I happened to be wandering around the oil lampshade on his desk again, which immediately attracted his attention.

Bald, no, the emperor was not ambiguous, and directly slapped me on the table, and even crushed me a few times.

Damn chicken!

This is not an emperor, this is a dead bald donkey!The dead bald donkey definitely did it on purpose!

I was crushed until my whole body was soft, and I wished I could open my mouth to take a few bites, but moths are dumb, and they couldn't make a sound even when they opened their mouths.

I'm a bit regretful, why didn't I turn into a mosquito just now, it was so cool to be touched, I should just stab him directly, and it's right to bleed.

Eh, right!It's not too late to change now!

So, I turned from a moth that was crushed to pieces into a mosquito.

I tried it, raised my head and straightened the long thorn on my mouth, trying to gather all my strength to make it hard.Then he found a soft-looking part of his palm and stabbed it directly.

With the sap from the moth just now, my long thorns smoothly entered his body, and I secreted the liquid and smeared it on the surface of his skin.

My dick contains anticoagulation and anesthesia ingredients, so that his body will not perceive my presence, or not immediately.

The first time I did this, I was still a little nervous. When a warm current poured into my mouth, I was even more startled. I wanted to turn my head to avoid it, but forgot that there was still a part of my body inserted into his body.

Almost broke my mouth!

As soon as my face hurt, blood had already poured in. I was choked and almost suffocated. I quickly adjusted my breathing and body position, and straightened my body to welcome the wave of fresh food.

I was intoxicated in his delicious juice, and suddenly found that the wings could not flap, followed by the pain of being squeezed all over my body.

The disaster of extinction, I think it is nothing more than the case.

It's just that it's not too difficult to accept compared to being poached.Is my bottom line getting lower and lower?

After a while, I heard the emperor's voice: "Aiqing, are you here? Tsk tsk, this dead mosquito actually bit my palm, it's so itchy! Look, it's all blood."

Tsk tsk, what the hell is this nasty coquettish tone!

I recited the invisibility formula, and the dead mosquito disappeared from his palm.

"Your Majesty, wipe it off."

The man's voice was cool and magnetic. I couldn't help but take a closer look. Although his appearance was not outstanding, he was attractive enough, especially his demeanor. Someone I met in Tianhe.

It's just that a certain person is more domineering and awe-inspiring, but this person is more elegant and refined, as if he doesn't care about anything, and nothing is worth his attention.

He carefully wiped the emperor's palm, caressing it carefully, the bloodstain had long since disappeared, but he still didn't think it was enough, he pulled that hand to his face, and then slightly lowered his head and kissed it.

I was just stunned!

Of course the emperor was the same, his face, which was very similar to the bald head, was flushed at the moment, his mouth was slightly opened in surprise, and he wanted to say something but couldn't make a sound.

He intends to withdraw his hand, but just as he was about to move, his hand was grasped even tighter.

"Love...you?"

The man opposite raised his eyes, his eyes were full of smiles, he didn't intend to let go at all, instead he stretched out the tip of his tongue and gently swept the emperor's palm.

The wet and cool touch seemed to detonate the long-suppressed noise in the emperor's body. I watched him take the man into his arms, hugged him horizontally, and walked towards the inner room with a smile.

A cunning flashed in the man's eyes, he wrapped his arms around the emperor's neck, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Your Majesty, didn't you ask the minister to enter the palace to say that you have something important to discuss?"

"There is nothing more important than you." The emperor chuckled, "Let me think about it first."

The man smiled shyly, leaned against his chest and blushed without speaking.

Then the two of them were turned into red waves in the inner room, completely treating me as if I didn't exist.

Although I really do not exist to them, but this is too, too, too much!

I was so angry that I was reincarnated as the emperor with a bald head, and even made up a confidant of ministers, what a shame!

Seeing how happy these two are, I felt that this trip was the right one, and that thing must be done, and the Dragon King of Jinghe must not be beheaded!

However, it was Wei Zheng who dreamed of beheading the Dragon King, and I have never seen what he looks like.

The time is almost up, could it be that Wei Zheng didn't enter the palace this time?Or, the old dragon king didn't come to the emperor for help?

I leaned against the side of the dragon couch, and while watching the two of them working hard, I wondered whether I should separate myself and look for Wei Zheng.

Then I heard the emperor's extremely loving whisper: "Xuan Cheng, my Xuan Cheng..."

Damn, this is Wei Xuancheng next?I wipe and polish my eyes!

This idiot must be stopped, otherwise he will be knocked out after a while, even if I have the best ability, I will not tell him to wake up and stop dreaming and killing people!

In my panic, I rushed forward and pulled the emperor out of the bed curtain, and in his shocked eyes, cast a immobilization spell on Wei Zheng.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine." I comforted him softly, "You'll be fine, I just want to invite you to my house."

After I finished speaking, I tore off the bed net and wrapped him up completely, carried it on my shoulders and jumped into the garden behind the hall.

The deeper the dew was, the palace people had already rested, and I didn't disturb anyone by carrying him.

When I drove Xiangyun to Huaguo Mountain, I turned around and saw a black dragon entering the emperor's study room.

My heart sank, and before I could react, I saw a flash of blood in the imperial study room, and then the black dragon came out from the main entrance again.

Thunder was rolling in the sky, and the black dragon churned and let out a roar, which attracted more thunder.

I hastily pressed the head of the cloud, and went back to the inner room of the imperial study to check.

On that wide dragon bed, Wei Zheng could not rest in peace.

The emperor on his body struggled for a while, and I was pinned tightly in the bed curtain, unable to raise his head, and cried out in dissatisfaction.

I only have one thought in my mind, I can't let him see this scene, I can't let him know that Wei Zheng is dead.

It finally rained heavily outside. I closed the eyes of the dead man, but when I raised my hand, the eyes were still open.

I took two steps back abruptly, feeling uncertain in my heart.

In the dark sky outside the door, there was a burst of dragon chant.

Shouldn't you be so proud?

I don't know if this result is what I want, or if it's exactly what I wanted, but I didn't feel relieved as I imagined, but my heart tightened.

This karma has been ruined by me, so what will happen next?

Did I choose wrong again?

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