[Journey to the West] Those things about me and Master

The moonlight shone brightly on the barren land, and there was an aura of decadence among the miscellaneous rocks and grass.

Sun Wukong was picked up and fell on the stone wall, his bruised and purple back shrank reflexively, and he couldn't help but groan in pain.

But Bodhi only lingered around his neck, his breath was warm, obviously very close, but not at all charming.

"Master, master?!"

Sun Wukong opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and pushed Bodhi a few times, but there was not much strength left in his weak arm, and the strength was like scratching an itch, weak and hard to detect.

Even if he was controlled, he didn't know which sutra of Bodhi was broken, and he actually did this kind of intimate thing to him that he usually avoided!

He has always been the most self-cultivated, pure-minded and ascetic.How come, suddenly out of control?

Bodhi ignored his struggle and resistance, and forced...

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Amidst the sound of the water, Monkey King's thoughts drifted, and various scenes blurred across his mind.

Or he was a little monkey, and Bodhi took his little hand and led him on a trek through thousands of mountains and rivers in the twilight, saying, "Let's go, let's go home."

Or he is a humble Bi Mawen, who stalks Jin Chanzi and longs to return to the past that he never forgets, but is shaken away by his sleeves, so he can only say lightly and coldly, "I am not your master."

or.

Or maybe he slayed demons to protect that person, knelt on the ground and was scolded by him, hugged him in the snow all the way at night and was used as a substitute, in exchange for saying "You are not him."

Sun Wukong swayed and swayed, like a creaking board riddled with holes.

He doesn't hate him, really doesn't.

After all, that person had really treated him well, so good that he sent all the scenery of the sun, the moon, the sky, the earth, and the mountains and waters to his eyes to please him.

It's just that fate tricked people, and he was always one step late.

Whether it's Jin Chanzi...or Tang Sanzang.

If the master was awake, he would definitely not treat him like this.

Sun Wukong thought in a trance, after all, he pretended to be another person in his heart, and he kept calling out that person's name.

When he was so succumbed to others, Master didn't recognize him wrongly, and didn't treat him like that little emperor, shouldn't he be thankful?

Sun Wukong thought about it, and after thinking about it, he gave a cool smile.The cold moonlight is as frosty as ice.

"Master, ha...do you remember what you said when you rescued me?"

Bodhi was silent as expected, and continued to move as if he lost his soul, with the sound of bodies colliding and slapping endlessly.

"You said... today I will give you back your freedom, and tomorrow you will be free with me."

A word is a prophecy, it is destined, this is their beginning, and it is also their end.

"Master, you have won."

The night is endless and the vegetation is desolate.

A faint and melancholy whisper disappeared into the gloom, like a white light embracing each other for a moment.

The clear and turbid intersect, merge into chaos, and dissolve into the vast nothingness.

Whoever screamed suddenly woke up, and whoever remained silent.

The fog finally dissipated.

"hiss……"

The person on the bed covered his stinging eyes and hummed softly.

Zhu Wuneng's eyes lit up, "Okay, okay, Master has woken up!"

He paused suddenly, his eyes searched around, "Brother... Where's senior brother?"

The moment the words fell, a cloud of clear light gushed out from the center of Tang Sanzang's eyebrows, floated in the room, and finally landed with a bang, the light swelled greatly, revealing the appearance of Monkey King.

But his eyes were black and blue, his complexion was pale, his blond hair was dull, and his condition was very bad.

"Brother, why do you look so bad, is there something wrong?"

When had Zhu Wuneng seen Sun Wukong in such a panic, he was startled and tried to help him up, but Sun Wukong waved his hand and pushed him away.

"I'm fine, cough cough."

He said, glanced at Tang Sanzang on the bed, and turned away again.

There is no bruising marks on the body, and there is no earth-shattering pain, as if everything has never happened, as if everything is just a dream.

Yes, this is a dream.It's just too real and lingering.

Before he sat down on the stool, he rubbed his butt reflexively, then let go after a moment of bewilderment, sat down with the same expression, and stared at Tang Sanzang on the bed with his legs crossed.

Perhaps it was at the last moment that the breath of the two of them merged to relieve the stale air on the man's body. The master woke up in shock, and just came out of the dream.As for the succubus, it was corrupted by the purification of the clean energy, and it was counterattacked by the cracking of the dream, and its vitality was seriously injured. It is impossible not to recuperate for a period of time.

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong gritted his teeth with anger in his eyes.

If he encounters him again, he must use the Ruyi Golden Cudgel to crush that guy into powder, and then pour all of it into the cesspool!

Over there, Tang Sanzang, clutching his head, slowly woke up, sat up from the bed, blinked and closed it, and rolled his eyes trying to adapt to the strange reality.

The severe pain in the brain was like an explosion, and after the bombing, it tended to die silently.The ruins of gunpowder and silence remained.

Every frame in the dream seems to be vivid in my mind, but through the wooden window looking back, it belongs to the previous life and the last three points outside the window.

You can see it, but it's hard to go back.

He shook his head, shook away his complicated thoughts, and said in a hoarse voice, "How long have I... slept?"

Sha Wujing poured a cup of tea for him and handed it to him.

Tang Sanzang slept for a long time, his hands were weak, he took it slowly and laboriously, then raised his head and drank it all in one gulp to quench his hunger and thirst.

"It's been a day and a night."

Sha Wujing and Zhu Wuneng looked at him and shook their heads, "If it wasn't for the help of senior brother, I don't know how long it would take for Master to wake up."

"Help what?"

Tang Sanzang did not expect that the dream would last for decades, and the dream would be a day and a night.He looked up at Sun Wukong who was sitting on the stool and frowning and staring at him. He thought of something, his heart skipped a beat, and he slowly turned his eyes away.

"Eldest brother, in order to find out the source of Master's drowsiness, he fell into a dream without saying a word!"

Tang Sanzang instantly opened his eyes wide and breathed hard, clutching the hot porcelain cup in his hand, and said in a low voice to Monkey King, "You fell into my dream?"

Sun Wukong looked at him, the eyes of the two met, but there was no bright spark, only a deep silence stretching like the sea.

He remained silent for a long while, then turned his head away and hummed softly, vaguely and slightly.Like flowers separated by fog.

"Then you, ahem, what did you see in your dream?"

Tang Sanzang asked, with his heart hanging by a thread, his fingers involuntarily rubbing the teacup, as if the heat transmitted could give him some peace of mind.He wanted to raise his eyes to look at Sun Wukong, but was deeply suppressed by unknown emotions. He withdrew his eyes and only glanced at the man's slender hands from the corner of his eye, as if he had caught a glimpse of all the scratches left on the stone wall in his dream. blurred.

Sun Wukong was faintly anxious in his heart, but he threw his strange emotions into the bottom of the well, and sealed it like a sinking buried.He thought that Tang Sanzang probably didn't like to have any entanglement with him, so it's better to pretend to be foolish to help that person.

"I..." He took a deep breath and paused, "I don't remember."

"Who dreams of remembering what happened in the dream?"

Sun Wukong snorted, crossed his arms and put his feet on the table, as if he had completely forgotten about it.

Tang Sanzang thought about his burning but meteor-like eyes at the end of the dream, paused for a moment, and nodded, not knowing whether to fulfill or escape, "What a coincidence, I am too."

Gently and cleverly said that I am too, and all the grievances and entanglements in the dream were wiped away.

As if nothing had happened.

Nothing had ever happened.

The author has something to say: Let me tell you something, Master doesn’t want to do this either, I don’t think this is considered abuse QvQ he is just controlling it!

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There is not much sex in this paragraph, more of coercion, probably to promote the substantive contact between the two and let the master face up to his feelings.

I originally designed the link where the master shouted "Xuanqing" while saying something, because some little angels said before that the misunderstanding is too deep, it is better to let them not be together, so I removed this plot wwww, otherwise there will be misunderstandings again Big hair.

Wukong didn't want to embarrass Tang Sanzang, and at the same time that dream was really humiliating, so he said he forgot.

On the one hand, Tang Sanzang was avoiding feelings in his heart, and on the other hand, he was also thinking about Monkey King's self-esteem, so he also said he forgot.

They are actually perfect for both.

Hey quq, please use comments to spur me on!I'll also take advice from Roar!