Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

"Little Pomonkey, are you so impatient to see me in my wedding dress?" The corners of Fu Zhenhong's lips rose in joy, and he casually put the dress on his wrist, then walked up to Monkey King, raised his He raised his eyes and looked at Sun Wukong, and there was a hint of anxiety in his black eyes: "I just called my wife last night, and now I am so anxious to urge me to change into a wedding dress. Those who don't know think they are going to marry me." The one who got married is you stone monkey."

Fu Zhenhong deliberately lengthened the ending of the last word. It was obviously a joke, but because of the shallow and careless tone, it revealed a bit of ambiguity and casual laziness for no reason.

Sun Wukong: "..."

This little bone demon is endless, right? Just catch him calling his daughter-in-law!

Zhu Bajie held his ass that hurt from being kicked by Sun Wukong, his eyes widened when he heard it, and he suddenly realized: "Brother Hou didn't expect you to be so cunning, and you actually want to take advantage of it..."

Before Zhu Bajie finished speaking, Sha Wujing, who noticed the change in Sun Wukong's face, covered his mouth. The bearded man hurriedly pulled Zhu Bajie aside, and earnestly advised: "Second Senior Brother, don't you Talk some nonsense and continue to add to the chaos."

Zhu Bajie opened Sha Wujing's hand, and defended himself unconvinced: "Junior Brother Sha, you can't always take sides with that monkey, I just ask when I have doubts, why is this just adding to the chaos?"

"Okay," Tang Seng said suddenly.

Even though it was just the simplest two words, the air instantly became quiet.

The monk in white first glanced at the colorful wedding dress hanging on Fu Zhenhong's wrist, then raised his eyelids to look at Fu Zhenhong with a smile on his lips, and said in a lukewarm tone, "Go and change it on." .”

Fu Zhenhong didn't move, but said instead: "I want you to come with me."

Tang Seng was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, he didn't expect Fu Zhenhong to say such words.

Sun Wukong looked back and forth between Tang Seng and Fu Zhenhong's face, and his handsome sword eyebrows frowned unconsciously: "You want someone to help you change your wedding clothes? Don't you have hands?"

"Xiaohong, I can help you." Zhu Bajie raised his hand with bright eyes.

"The style of this dress is cumbersome, and it looks quite elegant. Among you, only the monk is the most careful. If I encounter something that I don't know how to fiddle with while wearing it, the monk can quickly solve it."

Fu Zhenhong's words not only answered the reason why he asked Tang Seng to be with him, but also rejected Zhu Bajie's volunteering in a disguised form.

After Sun Wukong listened, he still felt that something was wrong. Considering that the little bone demon always behaved frivolously, he always felt that this cunning little demon asked his master to go to the room with him not just for the simple purpose of helping.

It is very likely that the drunkard's intention is not to drink, but what the other party said is well-founded, and he couldn't find a reasonable reason to refute it for a while.

Fu Zhenhong didn't continue to talk to Sun Wukong, whose expression suddenly became a little tangled. He put the gorgeous wedding dress back into the big plate box, closed the lid, hugged the box with one hand, and gently held Tang Seng with the other hand. The wrist went straight to the room.

Tang Seng half-closed his warm eyebrows, and his eyes fell on Fu Zhenhong's white catkin holding his wrist. He didn't intend to break free, but Fu Zhenhong pulled him away.

Sun Wukong just watched Fu Zhenhong take Tang Seng away from under his nose. The action of this bone demon holding his master reminded the Great Sage that he did the same thing last night when he was still drunk. Holding the little demon, but not the wrist contact through a layer of clothes, but an intimate interlocking of fingers.

Before the end of the day, the similar scene had already been changed. After thinking about it, when Sun Wukong looked at the backs of Fu Zhenhong and Tang Seng, he felt an inexplicable feeling of emptiness in his heart.

Fu Zhenhong dragged Tang Seng to the room without a word.

After he closed the door, the monk in white sat on the stool very consciously. He straightened his posture and turned his back to Fu Zhenhong.

The corner of Fu Zhenhong's mouth curled slightly, and then she returned to her original appearance, opened the box, took out her wedding clothes and began to change.

Fu Zhenhong didn't deliberately lighten the movements of her hands. At this moment, because neither of them spoke, the air seemed extraordinarily silent.

In such a quiet atmosphere, when Fu Zhenhong took off his outer shirt, the sound of the friction between the cloth and the cloth seemed to be amplified, and it was transmitted to the eardrums of the white-clothed monk without any hindrance, and penetrated into him very clearly. The depths of his mind made it impossible for him to calm down completely.

In the end, Tang Seng simply closed his eyes, and silently recited Buddhist scriptures in his heart. It seemed that only in this way could he ignore the charming sound behind him.

As time passed by, the sunlight that diffused in from the window became thinner and thinner.

Tang Seng didn't know how long it had passed, until a hand was lightly placed on his shoulder, and the coldness that could be felt through a layer of clothing made him open his eyes instantly.

Fu Zhenhong bowed his body and hugged Tang Monk directly from behind. He put his arms around the monk's neck in white, and pressed his cold face to the warm cheek of the monk and rubbed him very intimately. After his sudden movement and his body tensed up suddenly, he breathed out unhurriedly: "Monk, if you don't look back at me, how can you know if I need help?"

His tone was soft, and his voice was a little low. When his lips covered Tang Seng's ear and whispered, his soft and long tone seemed to be coquettish.

The warm breath sprayed onto Tang Seng's earlobe, causing the bases of his ears to turn red quickly, and it was as if a feather fell into his heart, causing an uncomfortable itching.

He wanted to get up to avoid the boy's overly intimate contact, but the other party sensed his intention and hugged him even tighter.

Fu Zhenhong's chest was pressed against Tang Seng's firm and firm back, and his cold body temperature was transmitted to Tang Seng's body through the material of the clothes, making the monk in white tremble subconsciously because of the lifeless temperature.

"If you need my help, don't be stubborn again." Tang Seng's gentle voice showed a rare coldness, he seemed to be admonishing Fu Zhenhong, and he also seemed to be admonishing himself.

Fu Zhenhong sneered, and finally let go of Tang Seng's embrace without saying anything.

Tang Seng breathed a sigh of relief, then got up and turned to Fu Zhenhong.

But at this turn, he suddenly bumped into the thrilling beauty of the young man.

The young man's figure was already tall and elegant, and he was wearing a gorgeous red dress that made his figure even more graceful.

Obviously no makeup is applied, but the charm is natural, and there is a sparkling radiance of a plain face.

The charming color is deep into the bone, and the beauty is three points.

Just one look is enough to make people linger in dreams.

Tang Seng has always known that no one is more suitable for red than the young man in front of him. When wearing white clothes, the young man is noble. Although there will be a little charm in the corners of his eyes and brows, it is more of a deep and cold unattainable.

But at this moment, the gorgeous red wedding gown made the young man's skin like white snow, coupled with the unique beauty of the sky, it was a beautiful light and a shadow that captivated people's hearts and souls.

Even Tang Seng was a little dumbfounded under Fu Zhenhong's confusion.

If it's just an ordinary red robe, it's not enough to make the monk in white have such an intuitive blank reaction, but this is the red that represents the newlyweds, the mandarin ducks, the entanglement of love, the brilliance of wedding candles, and the love. A charming wedding dress that can be taken off a little at a time.

At the moment when the young man looked up at him, Tang Seng suddenly had an illusion in his heart that he was marrying him.

It's ridiculous.

The white-clothed monk hurriedly looked away, and got rid of the shameful reveries in his heart that deviated from the Dharma and were disrespectful.

Fu Zhenhong smiled, walked to the mirror case, and took out the short and delicate eyebrow pencil and the inkstone in the cloud-patterned lacquer box that were in the large tray.

"I want you to draw my eyebrows."

Tang Seng pursed his lips and remained silent, showing a hint of resistance on his face. This eyebrow drawing is an intimate act that only close couples can do, and he is not suitable.

Fu Zhenhong saw his reluctance, and sarcastically said in a pleasant and cold voice: "Monk, we have already done more intimate things, why do you have to be so reserved now?"

Tang Seng paused suddenly, he knew that the young man was talking about what happened in the Lotus Cave, he wanted to say that it was a choice made out of desperation, but some things were done as they were done, no amount of reasons can cover up the result .

What's more, he didn't have the confidence to say that he didn't have any charming thoughts in his mind at that time.

Perhaps it was wrong to decide to bring this young man with him from the very beginning.

The monk in white sighed softly, and finally walked in front of Fu Zhenhong.

Fu Zhenhong raised her hand and handed the eyebrow pencil and Dai Yan to Tang Seng.

He was wearing a female-style wedding gown, and as he raised his hand, under the gauze sleeves that were as thin as onion's wings, half-covered his wrists that were as crystal clear as a lotus root, and the hazy and misty red gauze was even more beautiful. It makes the slender hands more white and smooth.

Tang Seng took the pen, ink and Daiqing from Fu Zhenhong's hand. He pursed the corners of his lips, lowered his dark eyes, and under Fu Zhenhong's gaze, picked up the ink brush and dabbed it on the inkstone.

Fu Zhenhong's eyebrows are already very delicate and neat, and they don't need to be traced too much, just a light sweep along the shape of the eyebrows.

Fu Zhenhong did not close her eyes, but stared straight at Tang Seng who was painting his eyebrows.

Although the monk resisted doing this at first, but now after he actually described it, it was just like his character, gentle and meticulous, with a focus and seriousness on his clear face.

As the distance got closer, Fu Zhenhong could smell the faint white sandalwood on Tang Seng's body. This monk in white always carried a kind of lofty emptiness and tranquility on weekdays. Fu Zhenhong liked to see his face change, I prefer to pull such a noble and untainted holy monk down the bottomless black abyss.

He looked at Tang Seng's pupils that were half-covered by thick black eyelashes because of the drooping eyes, and he wondered what it would be like to have such a pair of clear eyes that seemed to be soaked in a stream, and then completely stained with worldly desires and burning desires. After that, what kind of emotional scene will it be.

The deep meaning in Fu Zhenhong's eyes was not concealed in any way. Tang Seng was stared at so straightly by him. Although his face remained unchanged, calm and peaceful, only he knew that there was a little panic in his heart.

The tip of the nose is filled with the rich and strong fragrance of the young man, and he is doing the eyebrow drawing that only the sweetest couple can do. At this scene, the young man in a red wedding dress is like his bride , and he is the husband captured by beauty, like a most beautiful dream.

He watched the young man's straight eyebrows gradually darken under the soft vellus hair with the movement of his hand, and the reverie that had been deliberately suppressed in his heart seemed to become heavier and heavier with the deepening ink color.

Obviously it is the easiest way to trace, it takes less than 2 minutes, but to Tang Seng, it seems like a long, long time.

After the monk in white finally finished the painting, he put down the brush and black inkstone, but Fu Zhenhong was not going to let him go just like he put down the ink and black inkstone.

There was a slight arc on the corner of Fu Zhen's red lips. He grabbed Tang Seng's wrist, and with the other hand, he stroked Tang Seng's snow-white robe, and his cold fingertips slowly ran down the neckline.

"Monk, why haven't you put on your string of Buddhist beads for a long time?" His fingertips rested on Tang Seng's chest, and his low voice revealed a bit of meaning.

Tang Seng was silent, yes...why didn't he wear it?

Obviously the Buddha beads have already been taken back from Jin Jiao.

However, after he did such a thing for the young man under the veil of the bed, what right did he have to caress the dharma object that represents the holiness of Buddhism?

"Monk...you are already dirty." Fu Zhenhong's finger slid towards Tang Seng's heart, "Here, a feeling that shouldn't have arisen."

After he finished speaking, he smiled wickedly, put his lips close to Tang Seng's ear, and said slowly: "Monk, you... have fallen in love with me." He softened his tone, and his soft voice was like a quiet romance The temptation of cloth.

He tore away all superficial illusions, and directly picked out the deepest question in the heart of the monk in white that he most wanted to avoid and was least willing to delve into.

The corners of Tang Seng's lips were straightened, and panic flashed in his jade-like eyes. He pushed Fu Zhenhong away, shook his head and said, "Impossible."

"What's wrong..." Before Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, Tang Seng interrupted her directly.

"enough!"

Tang Seng's brows and eyes were stained with a layer of sullenness. It was the first time that this usually calm and peaceful monk spoke so harshly to someone.

He glanced at Fu Zhenhong, and met Fu Zhenhong's sarcastic eyes that seemed to be a smile but not a smile. For a moment, his heart felt like a needle was pricked.

"I'll go out first." After he finished speaking, he stopped looking at Fu Zhenhong, but turned around and walked quickly towards the door.

The quickened footsteps showed that the master was extremely restless, and no matter how he looked at it, he seemed to be fleeing.

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After Fu Zhenhong pulled Tang Seng away, Monkey King has been leaning on the door railing of the side hall, and from time to time he glanced at the situation in Fu Zhenhong's room.At this moment, when he saw Tang Seng hurriedly opened the door and walked out, he felt something was wrong.

After Tang Seng approached, he realized that his master seemed to be in a panic, as if he was restless.

Sun Wukong thought to himself, could it be that the bone demon did something in the room again?

"Master," Sun Wukong called out to Tang Seng, but the other party walked past him as if he didn't hear his voice.

Sun Wukong frowned slightly. He glanced at Tang Seng's back, then turned his head to look at Fu Zhenhong's room. After hesitating for a moment, he finally walked over.

Looking at the closed door, Sun Wukong knocked on it without hesitation: "Hey, did you little bone demon just do something to my master again..."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the room was suddenly opened, and the next second, a hand quickly grabbed his arm and pulled it in forcefully. Before Monkey King could react, he Inertia was pulled in confusedly.

Fu Zhenhong closed the door, and directly pressed Monkey King against the door panel. The whole set of movements was crisp and neat, without any muddling.

Because of such a strong force hitting the hard wooden board on his back, Sun Wukong frowned even tighter. He was about to look at the daring instigator, when he heard the other party say to him in an unclear tone: "Your master!" Let's go, little Pohou, then you have to replace him for the next thing to do."

The author has something to say: Thank you for the cute nutrient solution~

Thanks to Watermelon Frost, the little brother who is sought after by all the girls, who speaks no words x2, and the big class who carries the mine~

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Xiaohong: Little Pomonkey, your master has run away, and it will be your turn next

Da Shengye: What are you going to do to me?

Xiaohong: Do things that make people happy

Great Holy Father:? ? ?

Although I am a stone monkey, you little monster don't want to lie to me!