Dasheng still has a strong boyfriend today

"Come, eat some of the peach blossom cake you bought just now."

On the hillside far away from the town, there is a dilapidated small temple, which can neither shelter the wind nor the rain. The only thing that can be done may be to give the people hiding in the temple a little bit of psychological comfort.

Holding a small cloth bag, Tang Seng leaned in front of Monkey King flatteringly, his eyes were full of bright smiles, but everyone knew that such eyes were probably for Miss Duan in Tang Seng's eyes.

Zhu Gangli sneaked up to Sha Wujing who was cooking porridge, "Master's illness is getting worse and worse, and he is springing all the time!"

"Hmph!" Sha Wujing shrugged and pushed away Zhu Gang's mane, "What kind of peach blossom cake are you eating! My porridge will be ready soon!"

Sha Wujing Lan Youyou's face was full of dissatisfaction.

Zhu Ganglian shook his head resentfully, "That's why you don't like girls."

On the other side at this moment, Monkey King was looking complicatedly at Tang who came up to him, with very complicated emotions. At first, he thought this situation was quite interesting, but after a long time, he began to feel a little at a loss.

"Come on, ah, I'll feed you~" Tang Seng looked at 'Miss Duan' in front of him with a spring face.

Many times, Tang Seng's eyes like looking at a lover made Sun Wukong a little confused whether Tang Seng was looking at Miss Duan or him.

"Master, who am I?"

Monkey King covered the face of Tang Seng who was getting closer and closer with one hand, and asked him viciously.

Tang Seng seemed to wake up suddenly, felt the big hand covering his whole face, and let out a dry laugh.

"Hehe, Wukong, how can you admit your mistake as a teacher." Tang Seng raised his hand to push away the big hand on his face, but he raised the peach blossom cake in his hand, "Come on, Wukong, eat peach blossom cake."

Raising his hand to take a piece of peach blossom cake, Monkey King asked bitterly, "Aren't you going to feed me?"

Tang Seng gave a dry laugh with erratic eyes, but did not answer.

"Master, we have troubles, but we are afraid that we won't be able to go back to this town. Where is the trouble going?"

Zhu Ganglian was touching up his makeup with a powder puff, and weeping resentfully about the fact that he couldn't use the coil.

"What's more, it's your fault that we are like this now!" Tang Seng listened to Zhu Gangli's words, and angrily raised his hand and gave him a smack on the head.

Zhu Ganglian patted his head aggrieved and did not speak.

"We can only go on and go to the next town to buy some dry food."

Tang Seng touched his round and bald head with a look of compassion, but in the blink of an eye he touched his belly in distress. It seemed that in the days to come he would have to live on the wild fruits picked by that monkey again.

That night, unfortunately, it rained.

This dilapidated temple didn't play its role at all, dripping from east to west, seeping rainwater, pattering on Tang Seng's bald head.

Tang Seng frowned, raised his hand to cover his head, he didn't seem to wake up, and slammed his mouth, as if he was complaining about something.

Sun Wukong woke up the moment the first raindrop fell on the ground, he yawned and looked around.

The pig just turned into a pig's head, lying on a piece of wood, bleating non-stop, either dreaming of beautiful women or delicious food.

Sha Wujing didn't wake up either, the water drops falling on him would only make him feel extremely at ease, his head had already turned into a fish head, and it seemed that he would become a prototype to enjoy the nourishment of the rain in the near future.

Only Tang Seng, he should be the one who sleeps the most uncomfortable among all the people.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in from the open gate of the ruined temple, passed through the small temple with leaks everywhere, and made a cry of 'woo woo'.

When the cold wind blew, Tang Seng huddled himself together, as if he was sleeping extremely restlessly.

"Cold." Like a mutter, Tang Seng hummed softly, but no matter how lightly he muttered, Sun Wukong caught him right away.

"master?"

Sun Wukong called him softly, Tang Seng didn't intend to wake up, but buried his head in his arms slightly.

"Tsk, trouble."

Sun Wukong scratched his head irritably. Tang Seng seemed to be seriously ill during this period, and his attitude towards him was unprecedentedly good. I have to say that these days are indeed in stark contrast to the previous life.

After a moment of silence, Sun Wukong reached out and grabbed Tang Seng who was curled up into a ball onto himself, and covered Tang Seng with his cloak.

Tang Seng still didn't wake up, but adjusted to a comfortable sleeping position, laying on his body and began to sleep peacefully.

'If it goes on like this, either he is crazy or I am crazy. '

Sun Wukong was silently angry in his heart, and fell asleep too.

The author has something to say: I want to read it again, I write it all from memory, so tired...