Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

Fu Zhenhong looked at Tang Seng's dark eyes, the moistness and warmth of emotion emerged from the pupils that seemed to have been washed by the clear stream, and the calm and peaceful warmth was completely covered by longing.

Fu Zhenhong endured Tang Seng's fiery kiss. He reached out and hugged the young man's firm and firm back, and slowly stroked the other's back with his cold fingertips through a layer of snow-white robe.

Before the halo of the sunset was completely covered by the floating clouds, the light shone into the small hut through the gaps in the windows. Fu Zhenhong's figure was completely blocked by Tang Seng's tall and straight body, and only the hair covered with black hair could be seen. Open in the red tent warm.

The lips and tongues of the two intertwined recklessly, and Tang Seng kissed deeply, from being uncomfortable at first to skillfully snatching the sweet fragrance from Fu Zhenhong's mouth.

After kissing for an unknown amount of time, he finally let go of Fu Zhenhong, put his hands on Fu Zhenhong's test, stood up and looked at the boy under him who was outside his circle.

Because of the kiss just now, the young man's bright red lips were radiant and slightly swollen, like flower petals that had absorbed enough water, delicate and fragrant.

There is still a faint blush at the end of the young man's eyes, and a moist mist has formed from the pupils that used to be as cold as a cold pool. With the slightest touch of his hand, the branch will fly away and fly into his heart.

"Can you?" Tang Seng asked softly, his voice was low and hoarse, full of throbbing passion, as if rolling back and forth from his throat.

Fu Zhenhong caressed Tang Seng's flushed cheeks, and gently stroked Tang Seng's straight eyebrows with her fingertips, "Chen Yi, dreams will fade away easily without trace."

Tang Seng frowned slightly, with some confusion: "Dream?"

Fu Zhenhong said slowly: "The monk I like will not be immersed in false dreams forever. He has clear rules and precepts in his heart, has the mantra of Buddhism, and has the great love to save all sentient beings."

[Xiao Hong, you are good or bad, you should have reminded Tang Seng when you saw Tang Seng for the first time, but in the end, it aroused other people's emotions, and the arrow stopped suddenly! ]

Fu Zhenhong admitted that he had a bit of bad taste, but the intimate behaviors he did before were not all meaningless teasing.

Judging from Sun Wukong's performance after merging the avatar, if he guessed correctly, all the things that happened in the dream will be remembered clearly by those who have fallen into the nightmare after waking up.

It is rare that in this dream, Tang Seng abandoned the Dharma and the sentient beings, returned to the vulgarity for him, and became active. How could he miss the intimacy that came to his door.

If this wasn't in a nightmare, Fu Zhenhong wouldn't mind having a good time with Tang Seng for the sake of the strategy, but this is a dream, not only him, but also Guoshi Zhiyun in this dream.

He was here to pull Tang Seng out of his dream. Once Tang Seng took this last step, the monk would probably be immersed in his dream forever and would not be able to come out again.

And the most direct and easiest way to completely pull out the person who has fallen into the nightmare is to make the other person truly realize that everything is false, and be willing to give up the illusion in the dream.

"Xiaohong, you are a little strange today."

After all, the young man in white is gentle. After seeing the rejection of the person under him, even though his desire has surged in his heart at this moment, and the heat has gathered under his lower abdomen, he still restrains his impulse and retreats from Fu Zhenhong's body. .

After the flush on his face completely faded, Fu Zhenhong sat up and said calmly: "Monk, Chen Yi, you returned to vulgarity in this dream, you didn't choose me, but chose illusion."

"You say all this is just an illusory dream?" A look of disbelief appeared on his clear face.

"Yes," Fu Zhenhong said bluntly, "So you need to wake up."

Fu Zhenhong's words made Tang Seng fall into silence, his thin lips were tightly closed, and he didn't speak for a long time.

So the joy all this time was just a dream?

Tang Seng smiled, with a little bit of bitterness and other more complicated emotions in this smile, his eyes fell on the half-closed window, the day was slowly being covered by night, and soon the starlight would rise to the sky and cast a cloud of light. Xinghui, "I've always been sober." He said softly.

I don't know if these words are for my own self-comfort, or a response to Fu Zhenhong, or both.

He held Fu Zhenhong's hand, and wrapped the temperatureless catkin in his warm palm, "Here, I am just Chen Yi."

"But dreams are dreams after all." Fu Zhenhong's voice was cold, without any unnecessary emotional ups and downs.

Tang Seng shook his head, his tone was gentle and affectionate: "The two years here are real to me, whether it is the initial decision between the Buddha and you, or the proposal to you after growing hair, Chen Yi I like you, and it belongs to you completely."

Fu Zhenhong said: "What I want is your liking when you wake up and face the reality, not this specious confession after you are affected by the invading nightmare in your heart in this illusory dream."

Tang Seng fell silent again. He lowered his eyes slightly, and his long and thick eyelashes cast a black shadow on the eyelids.

"You only said that Chen Yi likes it? What about Tang Seng?" Although Fu Zhenhong asked, she didn't intend to listen to Tang Seng's answer. He broke away from Tang Seng's hand and put his palm on the chest of the young man in white, "Shut up." Eyes."

Tang Seng closed his eyes according to his words.

The light blue light gathered on Fu Zhenhong's hand, and soon his hand also turned into a halo.

Fu Zhenhong glanced at Tang Seng, and the hand that turned into a halo fell directly into the body of the young man in white. He used his mental power to sense the nerves in Tang Seng's body, and finally found the culprit in the heart.

Fu Zhenhong sneered, and with a strong hand, grabbed a ball of black halo and pulled it out of Tang Seng's body in an instant.

"It's been long enough to watch the excitement."

As soon as Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, a strange laughter rang out in the hut.

In the next second, the black halo turned into a human form.

Dressed in black, tall and handsome, but with a faint evil spirit.

"Should I call you Guoshi Zhiyun, or should I call you Yu Linye?"

Master Zhiyun heard the words, lingering ambiguous eyes on Fu Zhenhong's face, I don't know what he suddenly thought of, the corners of his lips lifted up happily, showing a sinister arc: "You should call me Lang! Jun."

After he said this, before Fu Zhenhong could reply, Tang Seng quickly pulled Fu Zhenhong behind him, blocking the aggressive and offensive eyes of Master Zhiyun.

"Who are you?" Tang Seng frowned.

"I am you," Guoshi Zhiyun said meaningfully, "I am the magnified desire in your heart."

Master Zhiyun's words reminded Fu Zhenhong that when he was in Lianhua Cave, he once asked Yu Linye who was transformed by any demon, and the other party replied that it was transformed by his heart.

[Xiao Hong, I thought it was a rustic love story! ]

It's no wonder that the San'er system thinks so. In fact, even Fu Zhenhong didn't pay much attention to the joking words at the time.

Looking at it now, this Zhiyun Guoshi is really a monster related to the inner demon or the nightmare.

Fu Zhenhong came out from behind Tang Seng, looked at Guoshi Zhiyun and said, "If I don't get you out, are you planning to completely swallow the monk's consciousness through dreams?"

Guoshi Zhiyun was noncommittal: "The Buddhist scriptures chosen by the gods above, although the taste is delicious, it is not enough to make me spend my time. When I was Yu Linye, you should know that I am only interested in beauties .”

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows: "So, your target has always been me?"

"Naturally," Guoshi Zhiyun smiled slightly. He glanced at Tang Seng and said with some regret: "I didn't expect you to come so soon. If I was a little later, I would be able to swallow this monk and replace him. Suddenly you are here In this dream, Tang Seng is already facing me."

"You deliberately arranged those palace people to burn incense and light lamps. The original intention was not to see if I would successfully marry the lord of the country, but to confirm whether Monkey King's body is with me?"

Fu Zhenhong remembered that Sun Wukong had said that his avatar had beaten Yu Linye to death under the golden cudgel. As a monster who had fought against Sun Wukong's avatar, it was not surprising that Master Zhiyun would know that Sun Wukong would use vellus hair to transform into an avatar.

"Then Wei Huaige is barely considered excellent in the eyes of human beings, but with pearls and jade in front of you, how can you think of a mere Lord Zhiyun?" Zhiyun Guoshi chuckled: "If the palace people only see you alone, It means that Monkey King is not there, but they just saw two people, it is impossible for you to get close to Wei Huaige, the other person that the people in the palace saw was naturally Monkey King."

Speaking of this, Imperial Master Zhiyun paused for a moment, with a look of regret in his eyes: "It's just that I made a little mistake. I didn't expect that you cared more about Tang Seng than Sun Wukong."

"I thought you would take advantage of the flowers and candles in the bridal chamber to get along well with that monkey, but in the end you gave up the opportunity just because of a guess, and turned to find Tang Seng. It seems that this apprentice is no match for the master after all."

Master Zhiyun's words made Tang Seng subconsciously look at Fu Zhenhong, and a shameful gleam of joy sprouted in his heart.

Guoshi Zhiyun glanced at Tang Seng as if feeling something, then suddenly sneered, and said inexplicably, "I'm really curious, what is the purpose of you being so obsessed with this monk? You don't eat Tang Seng's meat, but if you say yes Because of love, but there is no love in your eyes."

"Some monsters are indeed emotional to mortals, but you are a bone spirit, a pile of cold skeletons, how can you have a heart?"

Master Zhiyun's last words caused the joy that had just sprouted in Tang Seng's heart to sink suddenly. His thin lips were stretched into a cold straight line, and there was no warmth and softness between his brows. He pulled Fu Zhenhong into her arms. Looking at Guoshi Zhiyun as if swearing sovereignty, he rarely said coldly: "What does this have to do with you?"

Master Zhiyun's gaze fell on the hands they were clasping, and he said sarcastically, "You are just a coward who only dared to confess in a dream."

Fu Zhenhong smiled and said, "You're not quite right. Whether it's a monk who decides to return to vulgarity and grow his hair, or asks for a marriage, he doesn't know that he is always in an illusory dream."

Master Zhiyun said nothing, but walked up to Fu Zhenhong. He raised his hand as if to caress Fu Zhenhong's cheek, but Tang Seng stopped him halfway.

"Don't touch him." The young man in white said very forcefully: "Since this is my dream, what right do you have to touch the person I like?"