[Journey to the West] The poor monk is a fake monk

Chen Tangtang was taken to a guest room by the man in speckled clothes to rest. Outside the door was guarded by miscellaneous soldiers, who seemed to have put her under house arrest.

Chen Tangtang had no choice but to fiddle with the Buddhist beads and recite Buddhist scriptures to calm himself down.

Not long after, there was a "dong dong dong" sound from the door.

Chen Tangtang ignored it and continued to recite Buddhist scriptures and turn prayer beads.

The knock on the door got louder.

Chen Tangtang still didn't respond.

At this time, a soft and low voice came from the crack of the door——

"Are you annoying me?"

The owner of this voice is the voice of the man who was so shameless that he insisted on breaking her lust.

Chen Tangtang said coldly: "Who are you? What enmity do you have with the poor monk?"

"Hate?"

The king of inspiration numb his claws, and immediately withdrew his hand on the door.

He rubbed his sweaty hands on his clothes, and said in a low voice, "How, how could it be hatred... No, yes, it is hatred."

He murmured: "Become father and son, debts to husband and wife. When I saw you, I was overjoyed and my mind was confused. Isn't this the enmity from our previous life?"

"It's all because I'm inexperienced. I was at a loss when I first met someone I like, and I lost my mind... Hey! You... ah, cough cough, this is the big mistake, can you forgive me?"

His words were a little strange.

Chen Tangtang got up and moved towards the door cautiously.

The people outside the door were still unaware, and continued to say with enthusiasm: "It's all my fault, I disturbed you, please forgive me, okay?"

"If you don't forgive me, I'll just..."

Before the king of inspiration could finish his words, the door in front of him opened with a "squeak".

I saw the king of inspiration standing in front of the door, and there was a man in patchwork squatting in front of him. The man held a few pieces of paper and showed them to the king of inspiration.

Chen Tangtang: "..."

In an instant, the face of the king of inspiration turned pale.

The man in spotted clothes turned his head, his pupils shrank suddenly, he stood up with a smile, and said in a natural tone: "Haha, I'm used to squatting to look at things, haha, what a bad habit."

Do you think the poor monk will believe it?

Chen Tangtang stretched out his hand and grabbed the paper in his hand.

The military division held the paper tightly and refused to let go.

Chen Tangtang looked at the King of Inspiration, and the King of Inspiration felt his heart tingle.

He immediately said: "Give it to her, give it to her, give it all to her."

military adviser:"……"

Your Majesty, you are really incompetent, people just glanced at you and didn't say anything!

"Huh?" Seeing that he didn't let go for a long time, the King of Inspiration said impatiently.

The Banyi Army Master let go of his hand, and the few pieces of paper fell into Chen Tangtang's hands.

Chen Tangtang flipped through it briefly, and found that it was all the words that the king of inspiration said just now.

So... the monster king can't even speak, so does he need someone to give him a prompt?

Seriously—there are monsters every year, and this year is especially weird.

Chen Tangtang sighed helplessly.

The King of Inspiration immediately became nervous. He clenched his hands into fists and hid under the red clothes, hooking his toes in his boots uneasily.

"Elder, don't misunderstand," the military adviser tried to explain, "Our king treats you with sincerity, that is... that is... the king is not very good at talking, and he is worried that he will make you unhappy if he says the wrong thing..."

The king of inspiration stared at the military division very aggrieved.

The military adviser continued: "That's why... That's why I was asked to help prompt the speech, Elder, any mistakes are my fault, and have nothing to do with my king."

"Your king?" Chen Tangtang looked at the military master, his black and white eyes were as clear as chess pieces.

In an instant, all the military division's words were blocked in his throat, and he could no longer speak.

"Who is your king?" Chen Tangtang looked at the seductive man, "The king of inspiration?"

The king of inspiration was shocked, and said in surprise: "You know me, I..."

"Cough!" The military division coughed hard.

The king of inspiration suddenly thought of what the military adviser had warned him, and he immediately lowered his head, but still sneaked a glance at her reluctantly.

Striped Clothes Army Division: "..."

Majesty, can you be a little bit promising, show your majesty to let her see and see.

"Are you the king of inspiration?" Chen Tangtang stepped forward.

Obviously, Chen Tangtang's figure was much smaller than that of Inspiration King, but he was like a big cat afraid of mice, his neck was thrown back desperately, and he even took a step backward in embarrassment, so that he almost rolled down the steps.

Chen Tang Tang looked suspicious.

Is this really a monster that eats children?

The king of inspiration also knew that he had embarrassed the monsters. He covered his cheeks with his hands, revealing only a pair of charming eyes with cinnabar eyeliner.

The military division wiped his face feebly.

Standing behind Chen Tangtang, he tried his best to move towards the king of inspiration, signaling the king to take the initiative.

The King of Inspiration froze in his heart, and said directly, "That... I want to be with you!"

"I'm sorry, the poor monk is a monk, please forgive the poor monk for refusing."

The King of Inspiration glared at the military adviser, gritted his teeth—"It's all your fault."

The military adviser was speechless, and signaled with his eyes - "My lord, you don't take the initiative when you should take the initiative, and you take the initiative too much when you take the initiative. You look like Yuelao's red line, but you can't save you."

The King of Inspiration's eyes are dead—"Then what should I do?"

The military adviser could only try his best to explain to the king: "No, elder, don't get me wrong, what my king means is that he wants to get along with you, and he has absolutely no desires to get along with you."

"This..." Chen Tangtang was still skeptical.

"That's right, that's how it is. My big king's house is very big, and I haven't gotten along with others at all. If there is something that neglects the elder, I hope the elder will forgive me."

"So that's how it is," Chen Tangtang turned his head and smiled at the military commander, "You really think about your king."

This faint smile made the spotted-clothed military master terrified, the warning bell of "Dangdangdang" sounded in his mind, and he immediately wanted to back away from Chen Tangtang's side.

Not good, not good.

This princess must have taken a fancy to me, right?Wouldn't that make the king jealous to death?I still have a life to live?

Well, it seems... I have to lower my impression in the eyes of the elders.

He took a few steps back, tripped deliberately, and wanted to roll down the stairs and fall out.

"Military commander be careful!" Chen Tangtang exclaimed, and immediately grabbed his sleeve.

For some reason, the elder's strength suddenly increased, and he was caught firmly.

Half of the military division's body was leaning, only relying on the elder's strength to not fall out.

He stared at Chen Tangtang in surprise.

Chen Tangtang's gaze softened, and his voice was compassionate and concerned: "The benefactor is not hurt anywhere, right?"

His body was cold, and his whole body had been pierced into a sieve by the king's real gaze, only his heart was beating vigorously.

"I...I..." The military division couldn't find his voice for a while.

Chen Tangtang's arms wrapped in golden light, dragged him up the steps, then bent down to pick up the fan he had accidentally dropped, and returned it to him.

The military division took over the fan with trembling fingers.

Chen Tangtang looked puzzled: "Military Master, are your hands shaking?"

The King of Inspiration narrowed his narrow and charming eyes: "He is old. Don't look at him as a young man, but he is actually hundreds of years old. He leaks urine when he coughs, and he often stumbles when he walks."

The military division looked at the king.

Majesty, you are enough!

I know you're jealous, but you don't need to slander me like that, do you?

Chen Tangtang asked strangely: "Then I wonder how old you are, Your Majesty?"

"Uh……"

The King of Inspiration was questioned.

The military master pulled out his sleeve, which was actually his own fin, from Chen Tangtang's hand, and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, let's go shopping with the elder, I think the elder must be very curious about our water palace. "

No, not at all, this is not the first time the poor monk has gone underwater.

The King of Inspiration looked at Chen Tangtang unblinkingly with a charming face, looking bitter and infatuated.

The military adviser immediately said: "If the king is happy, maybe he will let you go, the elder."

"Why..." Before the king of inspiration could finish his words, the military adviser grabbed his arm.

The military adviser smiled and said: "Your Majesty, it's fine if you don't speak."

The king of inspiration turned his head away.

Chen Tangtang thought about it and agreed.

The king of inspiration brought Chen Tangtang to the underwater garden again.

The King of Inspiration played with his fingers and asked softly, "You don't have anything...do you want to tell me?"

Chen Tangtang lowered his brows and eyes: "Indeed there are."

At this time, a small transparent fish swam by her side, pursed its lips, and secretly kissed her eyelashes.

She felt something flashed in front of her eyes, and when she raised her head, she saw only the fist of the King of Inspiration, which was only an inch away from her eyes.

Chen Tangtang: "..."

This is to beat the poor monk?

The king of inspiration shrank his fist behind his back with a "swish", and smiled gently at her: "It's nothing."

The hairs on the back of Chen Tangtang's neck stood on end.

It seems that he has to find a way to run away quickly, the king is simply moody.

"What did the elder want to say..." His voice was low and hoarse, "Say it."

Chen Tangtang shivered, and said seriously: "Why does Your Majesty eat children?"

The Inspiration King looked innocent: "Because it's delicious."

Chen Tangtang frowned.

The Inspiration King felt a little bit in his heart.

Could it be that he said something wrong?

He looked around, but he didn't find the figure of the military adviser he had been relying on.

"Your Majesty... alas—"

With a deep sigh, she seemed to throw his heart into the abyss.

"If the king acts so cruelly, he will surely suffer disaster."

"Woe?"

Seeing that he still didn't understand the situation, Chen Tangtang emphasized his tone: "Yes, you will have retribution, suffering..."

Before she finished her words of persuasion, the king of inspiration suddenly turned around and hugged her hands.

"Don't say that, it's too cruel for me to say that."

ha?

The king of inspiration has a seductive appearance, and his eyes are fixed on her.

"It's too cruel to me to say that you want to repay me from your mouth, please, don't use your mouth to say it, because I... I... really want to accomplish something, and I will never May this matter be ruined by retribution."

"Elder..." He elongated his voice, that sweet voice was like sugar strands stretched under the sun.

He lowered his head, kissed her fingertips lightly, then opened his mouth, and sucked her fingertips into his moist mouth.

Lying in a big slot!

help!The poor monk has been underestimated!

Chen Tangtang struggled a bit, but did not break free.

She picked up the golden light, but the golden light flowed from his mouth to his mouth.

Chen Tangtang's eyes widened.

this... this is...

You golden thief!

At this moment, the military division in striped clothes suddenly hurried over: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! It's not good, those people are about to smash the gate of our mansion, Your Majesty!"

The king of inspiration suddenly raised his head, he glanced at her reluctantly, and made up his mind again: "Go, go and deal with them!"

Saying that, the King of Inspiration walked out first, and the military commander was behind, but he didn't leave in a hurry, but looked back at Chen Tangtang, and said in a low voice: "This is my reward."

The military division made up his mind and turned around to leave.

His sleeve was pinched by a soft hand.

The author has something to say: #You never know if your most trusted subordinate will become your rival in love#

King:  …

Military Advisor: The elder's favor for me is all due to the King's foil, thank you!

King: I want your life!

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Exactly one hundred chapters, let’s celebrate, this chapter will give out one hundred red envelopes~