Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

The deep and magnetic voice, with a hint of doubt and worry in the tone, is Monkey King.

Fu Zhenhong felt Tang Seng's body paused slightly, he hooked the corners of his lips, wrapped his slender and smooth wrist around Tang Seng's neck, buried his head on Tang Seng's hot chest, and asked knowingly, "What's wrong?"

Tang Seng opened his thin lips slightly, and was about to answer, when the door of the hut was pushed open from the outside without warning.

Sun Wukong didn't get a response, and thinking of the words of the national master Zhiyun, he became a little impatient, and pushed the door open without thinking so much.

But what caught his eyes was not the bloody fight he thought, nor was it the tense and tense atmosphere.

In the small house, the red paper-cut characters on the pillars are clearly illuminated by the candles, and the moonlight diffuses in from the half-opened windows, intertwined with the warm candlelight, creating an ambiguous halo.

Amidst the green smoke from the incense burner, there was a faint musky scent in the air.

Sun Wukong's eyes fell on the charming hibiscus tent.

There was a pile of messy clothes scattered beside the bed. On the bed, the red curtain was pulled down to cover the scenery inside, and only two figures embracing each other could be glimpsed roughly.

Sun Wukong is not a stone monkey who doesn't understand anything. The messy wedding clothes here, the figures embracing each other on the bed, and the musky scent in the air are enough to show what happened in this room.

Sun Wukong's complexion suddenly became a little ugly, his eyebrows sank, and he had a handsome face. He looked coldly at the two figures on the bed, his eyes were sharp and menacing.

Tang Seng was wearing a white undershirt. He patted Fu Zhenhong's smooth back lightly, and he sat up after Fu Zhenhong let go.

He opened a corner of the veil, met Sun Wukong's gaze straightly, frowned slightly, and said disapprovingly: "Wukong, it is impolite to break into the room without knocking."

Monkey King, however, seemed to have heard some joke, and said coldly, "How can this bit of etiquette that I have lost compare to your broken precepts?"

After finishing speaking, Sun Wukong felt a little sour in his heart. He felt very uncomfortable, and his heart was blocked and stuffy, as if a big stone was pressed there.

He couldn't help but think of his dream, the thrill that made him tremble all over, made him want to escape, but couldn't help wanting more.

However, his dream is fake, and the people inside are also illusory. The little bone demon in his dream is an ethereal phantom. The little bone demon entered Tang Seng's dream, and the little demon on the bed is real.

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong's complexion became even darker, and a hint of obscurity appeared in his sharp pupils that were as black as ink.

Tang Seng said in a deep voice: "Wukong, here, I am not Tang Seng, nor your master. I am just Chen Yi who has returned to the vulgar. How can I break the precept?"

Because of Tang Seng's words, Sun Wukong noticed that Tang Seng's hair had grown to the back, and the loose thick black hair showed the fact that his master had long since returned to vulgar hair.

Sun Wukong also fell into a nightmare, so he knew that an hour in the outside world was the corresponding two years in the dream.

He couldn't accept it. He glanced at the bright red Xi character paper-cut, then at the acacia jug placed on the wooden table, and said very angrily: "You have betrayed the Buddha you have believed in for more than ten years."

Before Tang Seng could answer, a pleasant chuckle came from the bed.

Sun Wukong looked angrily at the bed: "You bony little monster, what are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing, are you angry because the monk is returning to vulgarity, or are you angry because he is with me in this dream?"

Sun Wukong frowned: "What's the difference? In short, he deviated from the Buddhist way he has always adhered to."

After he finished speaking, he didn't get an answer from Fu Zhenhong immediately. Instead, he saw an arm protruding from the bed curtain.

This arm is slender and slender, and the muscle is as smooth and smooth as snow, as if it can be broken with a little force. The power to counterbalance.

Fu Zhenhong picked up the scattered clothes on the ground and quickly put them on her body. He tidied up his messy hair before walking off the bed.

He didn't wear shoes, and his jade-like delicate white feet were exposed to the air. His jet-black hair was scattered behind him, and his graceful figure was wrapped in a bright red dress.

At this moment, Fu Zhenhong's expression was casual and casual, and there was still a faint redness at the end of his eyes. Because of the affair just now, his whole body exuded a lazy and lingering eroticism. In the eyes of people, there is a feeling of red-faced and accelerated heartbeat.

Sun Wukong's attention was on Fu Zhenhong's snow-white neck, the bluish-red mark on it was so ambiguous and conspicuous, it was made by Tang Seng, this little bone demon and his master just bridal in a dreamland with flowers and candles, turning clouds and rains.

Sun Wukong's heart suddenly burst into anger, and even faintly felt a little violent.

After all, it's one thing to guess, but quite another to see the marks on Fu Zhenhong's body.

"Little Pomonkey, there is a big difference between the two." Fu Zhenhong walked in front of Monkey King, and answered what Monkey King said just now: "If it's because of the former, it means you're thinking of the monk, if it's the latter... "Fu Zhenhong paused for a moment, then said in a light and meaningful tone: "That means you are jealous."

"Jealous?" Sun Wukong staggered to meet Fu Zhenhong's eyes, and lowered his eyes thoughtfully.

Jealousy is only possible after his favorite things have been taken away by others.

But does the majestic Monkey King want anything?And who dares to take away his favorite thing?

So why is he jealous?

As if seeing Monkey King's mood at the moment, Fu Zhenhong said with a smile, "Because you like me."

like?

Because it's my favorite...

Sun Wukong paused suddenly. At this moment, he seemed to have understood something. He raised his head and looked at Fu Zhenhong in disbelief, and blinked his eyes in a daze.

It was rare for Fu Zhenhong to see Sun Wukong's wide-eyed and silly look, and couldn't help touching his thick eyelashes with her hands.

Sun Wukong opened Fu Zhenhong's hand reflexively. Because he had just understood his feelings and was still in a daze, Sun Wukong's strike was no longer serious. Fu Zhenhong's skin was particularly delicate and smooth. , leaving a dazzling red finger print on his wrist.

Fu Zhenhong pursed her lips, looking expressionlessly at her red wrist.

The next second, Sun Wukong realized that he was exerting a lot of strength, and immediately held Fu Zhenhong's hand again, and asked nervously and awkwardly: "Hey, does it hurt? Who told you to take advantage of my trance?" time to act."

Fu Zhenhong didn't answer, Tang Seng, who had been silent all this time, walked to Fu Zhenhong's side, pulled his hand from Monkey King's hand, and held it in his palm.

"Wukong, why did you also enter my dream?"

Sun Wukong was a little bit disappointed because his hands suddenly became empty, but now after hearing Tang Seng's words, his attention was instantly diverted.

"I was afraid that something might happen to you, so I came in."

Fu Zhenhong asked: "How is Guoshi Zhiyun doing now?"

After being expelled from the dream by Tang Seng, Master Zhiyun should have returned to reality.

The time in this dream is not equal to the real time.

In this dream, he had a relationship with Tang Seng. It took more than two hours from Zishi to Choushi. In reality, it should be less than 2 minutes.

Sun Wukong obviously followed him in not long after he came in. Even so, judging from the time, this little stone monkey should have met the Zhiyun Guoshi who was expelled from the dream in reality.

"He was taken away by Patriarch Hongjun." Sun Wukong said.

Patriarch Hongjun?

Fu Zhenhong frowned slightly. He remembered that this patriarch was not mentioned in the original novel of Journey to the West. Even in the records of later generations, neither Buddhism nor Taoism affirmed that this patriarch was in their respective gods. existence in the system.

This patriarch was only mentioned in the Ming Dynasty novel Fengshen Yanyi.

The master of Sanqing, who cultivated Xuanqing Qi, is the ancestor of the universe.

But this is the world of Journey to the West, why is there an ancestor Hongjun?

But regardless of his identity, if the national master Zhiyun is under the command of Patriarch Hongjun, this can also explain why he, a monster without his own physical form, is not interested in Tang monk meat, just like he knows the learning experience of the four masters and apprentices It's just a game between Buddha and morality.

Fu Zhenhong was a little curious. Master Zhiyun was an insubstantial demon who devoured other people's consciousness through dreaming to achieve the purpose of possessing him. What kind of connection did such an evil monster have with Patriarch Hongjun?

"Let's go out quickly." Sun Wukong interrupted Fu Zhenhong's meditation.

He glanced at Tang Seng, and then at Fu Zhenhong's holding hands with Tang Seng. He suddenly felt that it was very annoying, and said impatiently with a cold face: "I haven't got the certificate of customs clearance yet. A dream is a dream after all. The passage of time is different, and it is impossible to stay here forever."

Hearing this, Tang Seng held Fu Zhenhong's hand slightly tighter. He looked at the young man beside him, his dark and clear eyes showed hot and explicit emotions, a kind of deep affection and reluctance .

This young man is a demon in the form of bones, his catastrophe, but also the noble person who makes his heart beat and admire him, his love, his thoughts, and his thoughts.

Getting out of this dream means that he has to get out of love. He needs to put on cassock, change from Chen Yi to Tang Sanzang, and then continue westward.

The Buddha said that true feelings are ruthless, and ruthless are all feelings, and compassion is that.

However, when he came out of this dream, could he really be as sad as before without tears, enlightened and speechless...

Fu Zhenhong gently smoothed Tang Seng's unknowingly frowned brows, and raised a slight arc on the corner of his lips: "Monk, the Buddha said that there are no tears in great sorrow, there is no speech in great enlightenment, and there is no sound in laughter, but the Buddha didn't say greatness." Love is ruthless." There was a bit of slyness in his tone, and another emotion that was difficult to distinguish.

Tang Seng closed his eyes and thought for a long time. The warm candlelight and the light of the bright moon shone on the outline of his left face, while the other side of his face fell into the shadow, as if melting into the deep night.

Light and darkness seemed to be divided into a boundary on his clear face. On the part with light, his brows and eyebrows were calm and gentle, like a quietly blooming lotus.

But the part that falls in the shadow is a thick and deep gray that cannot be seen.

He was struggling in his heart, and he was also making some kind of difficult choice.

The time passed by every minute and every second, as if it had been a long time, and it seemed to be only in an instant.

It wasn't until Sun Wukong urged again that Tang Seng opened his eyes.

He put Fu Zhenhong's hand to his lips, and placed a light kiss on the back of Fu Zhenhong's hand, cautious and cherished, full of love and tolerance.

"Let's go out."

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"Why do you think this monkey has entered Master's dream, but still holds Xiaohong tightly?" Zhu Bajie's nagging voice revealed a bit of indignation: "I can't even pull this hand away." !"

Before Fu Zhenhong opened his eyes, he heard Zhu Bajie's cursing voice, and he felt that he was being hugged tightly by a warm and firm arm.

He opened his eyes, and the moment he raised them, he happened to collide with Sun Wukong's eyes looking down at him.