Don't Hit Me [Journey to the West]

"No."

"Why not." Lu Chen frowned and looked at Monkey King who directly rejected it.

Sun Wukong frowned, and answered after a while, "I can't pretend to be a woman."

"But you will change 72 times, and everything will change." Lu Chen was unrelenting, and this method was proposed by you yourself in the original book.

But he ignored one point, the Monkey King in the original book and the Monkey King he met now have completely different personalities, they can be called two people.

Sun Wukong was silent: "...I said no, I just can't."

Tang Seng snickered at the side, seeing Lu Chen's frustrated appearance, he came out to mediate: "Okay, okay, don't talk about it, let's discuss this matter in the long term."

"No."

This time, Lu Chen categorically refused.

Tang Seng pursed his lips and smiled, nodding at his recently raised chubby face: "Why, just to see Wukong's women's clothing."

What's so good about that kind of women's clothing that completely turns into another person, you can't even recognize the great saint.

What I want is a practical way to catch monsters. He squinted at Tang Monk, "The Great Sage doesn't wear it, so why don't you want to wear it?"

Tang Seng's back felt cold, and he raised his hands slightly to avoid his gaze.

Lu Chen turned his eyes away with disdain—even if Zhu Bajie is attracted by your small body, you can't beat him!

Thinking about it, he gave Tang Seng another look, and excused himself: "Why, aren't we going to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures? How can there be so much time delay, why don't we quickly solve the problem and start on the road."

It's just that I said it a little cautiously.

Tang Seng stroked his hair, and said in a gentle voice, "Xiao Shen, as I said, haste makes waste. I hope that no one will get hurt."

Lu Chen still didn't understand, and muttered: "How can you get hurt, the Great Sage is so powerful."

Tang Seng grabbed his arm and laughed: "It's because he's powerful that I'm even more worried. Since he's not a demon, we shouldn't catch him. We should invite him. All right, all right, let's pack up and rest."

Lu Chen was not reconciled, he would turn his head to look at Monkey King when he was pushed by Tang Seng, and he would look stubbornly when he was stared at.

So, stubbornly pushed to the room, stubbornly put to bed, stubbornly... fell asleep.

Early in the morning of the second day, the manager came in with a sad face. When he saw Lu Chen, his eyes lit up, but from the corner of his eye he caught sight of the cold-faced Monkey King, and the light dimmed a bit.

Lu Chen ate the steamed stuffed bun with great enjoyment, and even helped Tang Seng get a leek vermicelli, grinning silly: "Tangtang, this one is very delicious."

Tang Seng helped him wipe off the oil stains on the corner of his mouth: "You are like a child."

Lu Chen spent more than half of his time sleeping. It is true to say that he is a child.

Sun Wukong turned his eyes away from him lightly, and glanced coldly at the trembling manager in front of him, seeing his legs trembling more violently, he asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

Lu Chen babbled and asked, "Are you going to get married?"

The manager's face was sullen, and he looked at Tang Seng asking for help, and knelt down with a plop: "Holy Monk, please help my young lady."

Lu Chen was taken aback, stood up in a panic, watched Tang Seng walk over to help him up, and patted his own small chest: "What's wrong, I just knelt down."

The steward wiped his eyes, but there were no tears, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Holy Monk, you don't know, that monster, that monster has made a new request."

"Ah?" Lu Chen didn't even eat the steamed stuffed bun, he frowned and thought about Journey to the West carefully, his mouth was flattened, "Why did you make a request, what request?"

The person in charge was a little afraid of Sun Wukong, and his eyes fell on his cold face involuntarily, and he dared not speak.

With a smile on his face, Lu Chen immediately leaned over, leaned towards Sun Wukong's shoulder with a smile on his face, and looked at him carefully to prevent himself from being pushed away: "It's okay, don't be afraid of our great saint, he is good, but he looks a little fierce .”

Sun Wukong's face darkened immediately: "Hand!"

Lu Chen stretched out his paws and looked at it. It was white and tender, and it was well maintained by the bone spirit. He muttered to himself, "What's the matter, it's alright."

Sun Wukong forced his gaze away from his oily hands, and silently moved a little further away from him.

Tang Seng watched the interaction between the two quietly, with a slight arc of his mouth, and looked again at the manager who had been worried and restless: "But what's the trouble again?"

The person in charge almost burst into tears, and tugged at Tang Seng's sleeve: "Holy Monk, that monster, monster, is he going to change?"

Lu Chen was surprised: "Why, there are other girls in your family?"

Difficulty on the face of management.

Sun Wukong's eyes sank slightly, and he bent his index finger and tapped the table: "You don't mean him, do you?"

Lu Chen followed his gaze, stretched out his hand and aimed at himself: "Me?"

The steward immediately hugged Tang Seng's thigh, and this time he howled for real: "The monster said, he said that as long as the young master is handed over, he will let my lady go."

Lu Chen was still in a state of self-doubt, staring blankly at Monkey King: "My Lord, what do you think he wants me to do there? I'm a man, and I can't get married."

Sun Wukong glanced at him, and a porcelain bowl shattered with a bang, and said flatly: "The ones with thin skin and tender meat may be eaten."

"You lie." Sun Wukong is sometimes moody, and Lu Chen is used to it, so he is not afraid of this meeting, and still has a silly smile on his face, "He can't eat people." Zhu Bajie doesn't kill, He is not stupid.

Monkey King: "Are you familiar with him?"

Lu Chen was surprised: "How could it be? I just met the Great Sage for the first time today."

Sun Wukong snorted coldly: "Then you know him so well and trust him?"

Ah, I shouldn't be jealous.Lu Chen thought that the reason for sleeping was that he didn't have much contact with his classmates and friends. He was very sensitive and easily had a strange desire to monopolize the people around him. He took it for granted that he had accompanied the great saint who was suppressed under Wuzhi Mountain for hundreds of years. Already, it's not surprising that the Holy Father had such an idea.

Immediately raised his watch and made up his mind: "No, the one I trust the most is the Great Holy Lord." He flattened his mouth, his expression was completely different from the smirk just now, and he looked disgusted, "I don't think he is enlightened by Guanyin Bodhisattva. Yes."

Sun Wukong's face softened a lot: "You really don't have much to eat for a goblin like you who can't cultivate well. It's useless to kill evil."

Lu Chen: "..." I felt an arrow hit my knee deeply.

Lu Chen flattened his face: "But I really don't need to practice."

Tang Seng took the opportunity to educate him: "Xiao Chen, as a human being, you should be self-reliant and self-reliant to survive. As a spirit, you naturally need to practice from time to time. This is your duty. How did you discard it?"

Lu Chen seemed to have returned to the class where the teacher told him that the responsibility of the students was to study, a trace of familiar nostalgia flashed in his eyes, and he shrank into Tang Seng's side, not wanting him to continue chanting: "Okay, okay, isn't this training?" .”

Sun Wukong looked at him coldly: "It's just that the speed is too slow. One month has passed, and the transformation is still not possible."

Lu Chen pouted and stopped talking, Tang Seng pursed his lips and smiled and handed him a big bun: "Xiao Chen is quite savvy, but a little lazy."

Sun Wukong mercilessly continued to tear down the stage: "It's not that I'm lazy, it's that I don't have the mind to practice at all."

Lu Chen took the bun and held it to his mouth, covered most of his face and rolled his eyes, then quietly made a grimace and started to eat.

Because he doesn't know when he will fall asleep, so once he has something to eat, he will unconsciously eat more to store energy.

Tang Seng saw how he was gobbling, and said in a gentle voice: "Eat slowly, and don't worry, don't worry."

The manager's face was covered and he couldn't intervene for a while, seeing that the three people finally stopped playing, and quickly knelt down again: "Holy Monk, please save my young lady's life."

Tang Seng just avoided his etiquette this time, and did not directly agree: "Although our little Shen is also a monster, his cultivation level is still low, and he is not much different from ordinary people. I think we should have better ones." way."

The person in charge was in a dilemma: "It is credible to say that it must be this young master..." Halfway through the sentence, his voice suddenly became silent, and his whole body felt as if he was suddenly stared at by something terrible, and he felt palpitations.

The great saint is unwilling to wear women's clothing, does that mean that the previous method has been rejected.Then if you still want to subdue Zhu Bajie——

Lu Chen rolled his eyes, swallowed the steamed stuffed bun in two mouthfuls, almost choked, and poured a bowl of tea in a hurry: "Tangtang, let me help him, okay? Let me go."