Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

Sun Wukong grabbed Fu Zhenhong's wrist, frowning tightly, "Don't come to seduce me like that."

When he said this, his voice was colder than ever before, and even that magnetic voice was full of aggressive sharpness and murderous intent.

He looked at Fu Zhenhong coldly, a strong warning appeared in his dark pupils, as if he felt that only by doing so could he really cover up the panic that was deep in his heart at the moment.

Being stared straight at by Monkey King, Fu Zhenhong didn't show a trace of fear in the corners of his eyes. He glanced at his wrist held by Monkey King, and said quite innocently: "I just want to know as a voyeur. You, how did you feel at that time."

Sun Wukong didn't answer, but said something that couldn't match Fu Zhenhong's words: "You must have used some kind of trick to make Master do such a thing."

Fu Zhenhong smiled lightly: "You're changing the subject of my conversation."

"Who changed the subject?" The Great Holy Lord did not admit it.

Fu Zhenhong was not entangled in this matter either, he gently shook his wrist which was still held by Monkey King: "Aren't you going to let go?"

Sun Wukong sneered: "I let go, what if you do something else?"

"Do you think you can prevent me like this?" Fu Zhenhong raised her charming peach eyes slightly, tilted her head and said meaningfully: "If you don't let go now, you will never let go... ..."

Upon hearing this, Monkey King quickly let go of Fu Zhenhong's hand.

Fu Zhenhong was amused by his action, and joked: "Little monkey, you are so cute."

Can cuteness describe him as a majestic Monkey King?

Sun Wukong was displeased and was about to refute, but his lips were blocked by Fu Zhenhong's index finger.

"Little Pohou, I have a word to correct you." Fu Zhenhong put her hand on Monkey King's forehead, his cold palm was soft and delicate, but without any warmth at all, covering Monkey King's warm forehead At this time, the skin-to-skin contact is like a fusion of ice and fire.

"What?" Sun Wukong asked subconsciously following Fu Zhenhong's words.

Fu Zhenhong stroked Monkey King's messy hair hanging down in front of his forehead with his hands, and slightly tiptoed to press his forehead to Monkey King's forehead. He raised his eyelids, and his pupils tightly locked Monkey King's eyes .

Fu Zhenhong's eyes are like thick ink, the eyes are the purest jet black, like a cold pool flooded by the moonlight, obviously glowing with the coldest light, but because of the ripples on the water surface, it makes people feel There is a suffocating feeling of being dragged down the abyss.

"Little Pohou, you said not to seduce you?"

"Aren't you just seducing the old grandson?" Sun Wukong didn't feel that he was wrong. At this moment, looking into the eyes of this little demon at such a close distance, Sun Wukong had the illusion that he was about to be swallowed by the other party. .

"True seduction is not like this." Fu Zhenhong stood up straight and smiled lightly. He inserted his legs between Monkey King's legs, raised his knee and touched the spot where Monkey King was with his thigh.Feeling Sun Wukong's body startled suddenly following his movements, Fu Zhenhong said maliciously: "The real seduction is to make your place hot."

Monkey King was startled, and was about to push Fu Zhenhong away, but Fu Zhenhong noticed it and stepped back first.

At this moment, Sun Wukong's handsome face rarely showed a trace of dryness, and he didn't know whether he was angry at Fu Zhenhong, or ashamed, or both.

"You little demon is too shameless!" Sun Wukong scolded a little violently, the more he saw the little demon's demeanor, the angrier he became.

"You are a man, and I am also a man. You are ashamed when you talk about it." Fu Zhenhong said, "I don't believe that Zhu Bajie didn't change clothes naked in front of you. Why didn't you mention him?"

Monkey King moved his lips, but he couldn't think of a reasonable rebuttal for a while.

After a long time, he choked out a sentence: "Men and men should also avoid suspicion." At the end, Monkey King added: "Besides, this is a man's country, and love can arise between men and men, you little demon!" It can't be so violent."

As if he felt that what he said was reasonable, Sun Wukong continued with a straight face: "Since Master promised to take you with you, you can no longer be so casual, and you can no longer do anything reckless, and don't repeat it over and over again." And three challenged my bottom line."

Fu Zhenhong sneered: "You yourself are a reckless stone monkey, and in turn you teach me to behave properly?" After finishing speaking, Fu Zhenhong walked to the stove again, picked up a piece of mung bean cake from the pastry plate and ate it .

Sun Wukong said he couldn't get enough of Fu Zhenhong, and he didn't want to continue talking to him, "I'll get the spring water." Then he turned and prepared to open the door of the imperial dining room.

"Don't go." Fu Zhenhong directly threw the mung bean cake that she took a bite of towards the back of Monkey King's head.

Sun Wukong turned his head to avoid Fu Zhenhong's surprise attack, turned around and said, "Did you deliberately find fault?"

Fu Zhenhong remained silent, and after smiling slightly at Sun Wukong, she grabbed all the cakes on the plate and threw them at Monkey King.

Sun Wukong snorted coldly, his figure flashed, his fingers slightly bent, and he neatly caught the pastries that Fu Zhenhong threw over, no more, no less, exactly eight.

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows, "I didn't say there were only these few."

At the same time as the words fell, a crystal pastry pierced the air and carried a gust of wind and flew straight towards Monkey King's forehead, and hit the center of the forehead of the great saint whose hands were not empty.

Sun Wukong raised his brows immediately, looked down at the crystal cake that hit his forehead and fell to the ground, and looked up at Fu Zhenhong coldly.

The last piece Fu Zhenhong threw was not light, and Sun Wukong's forehead quickly became red and swollen.

Facing Sun Wukong's furious gaze, the smile on the corners of Fu Zhen's red lips grew brighter, "It's late at night, little splashing monkey, don't get angry."

Sun Wukong was even more upset, without saying much, he threw the cake in his hand at Fu Zhenhong to fight back.

Fu Zhenhong took the white jade porcelain pot in one hand and put him behind him, and held an empty plate in the other hand to block the attack of the cakes. The round cakes hit the porcelain plate with a bang sound.

After beating all eight, Fu Zhenhong put down the porcelain plate, and took out the white jade porcelain pot behind her back, "It's really dangerous, a pot of fine wine was almost destroyed by you, a monkey."

"Wine?" Sun Wukong frowned, and immediately said, "You can't drink."

"Why not?" Fu Zhenhong asked back: "Although I follow you to learn scriptures, I have neither a dharma name nor a Buddhist lord, so why can't I?"

"Have you forgotten what my master said?" Sun Wukong said: "Buddhism's three refuges, five precepts and eight precepts..."

"This is plain rice wine," Fu Zhenhong interrupted Sun Wukong directly: "It doesn't have any meaty taste, so it won't cause any trouble if you drink it for a while."

After Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, she raised her head in front of Monkey King, and

The wine in the white jade porcelain pot was slowly poured into his mouth.

The white halo sprinkled on Fu Zhenhong's body, outlining his charming facial features even more amorously, the lustrous and clear wine flowed down the spout of the white jade porcelain pot to Fu Zhenhong's lips, feeling A few drops splashed on the overly red lips, inexplicably revealing a kind of free and easy and charming.

Perhaps because the moonlight is too bright tonight, from the angle of Monkey King, I can clearly see the Adam's apple rolling up and down as the little monster swallows. It is exquisite and small, and the line from the chin to the neck is smooth and smooth. Bai Jie still had such a tough curve.

The lips moistened by wine reminded Sun Wukong of the crabapple after the rain, red and smooth.

This is the first time Sun Wukong has looked at a person so seriously, even though he has a lot of dissatisfaction with the various behaviors of this little monster, at this moment, he has to admit that this little monster is really good-looking, and there is no flaw in every place , is really grown to the point that everyone will like it.

Monsters are best at bewitching people's hearts, and it was the first time that Monkey King felt this sentence so clearly from the body of the bone spirit.

Fu Zhenhong stopped after drinking for a little while. He wiped off the wine overflowing from the corners of his lips, and walked up to Monkey King again with a white jade porcelain pot. Blush, the brows and eyes are full of waves.

"Want to drink?"

He asked softly, like a scheming villain seducing an innocent and straightforward child with sweet berries.

But Fu Zhenhong is not a bad person, a bad person does not have his half-drunk face, Sun Wukong is not a child, a child does not have his wanton and sharp soul.

And wine is not sweet berries, vegetarian wine is also wine, under the mellow fragrance, it is the original sin of breaking the precept, it is intoxication and obsession.