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

Chen Tangtang tentatively said: "The poor monk is a little hungry."

He thought for a while, nodded in agreement and said, "It would be quite embarrassing if my stomach growled when I was happy."

After finishing speaking, he asked someone to bring in a plate of steamed buns.

"Tang Tang, let's play a game, shall we?"

He smiled and moved closer to her.

Can she say no?

Chen Tangtang, who was still unable to move, groaned in his heart, but said calmly: "Okay, but how about the poor monk's answer?"

He laughed and said, "If you answered correctly, then I'll let you go. Alas, I really can't bear to part with such a delicious Tangtang."

His paws began to play with her hair restlessly again.

Chen Tangtang paused like a silk puppet, and pulled out his hair stiffly.

He gave a "tsk" and said with a dawdly smile: "Obviously you are so gentle to that king, but you are so indifferent to me. My Tang Tang, don't treat me differently."

That's when others are gentle with the poor monk first.

Chen Tangtang ignored him.

But he approached with a shy smile and said, "What if you get the wrong answer?"

Chen Tangtang thought he had forgotten all about it?

"You don't think I've forgotten, do you?" He smiled and sniffed at her skirt, "How could I forget such an important thing? I still want to study hot books with you, Tang Tang."

Amitabha, the poor monk doesn't want to know what those are.

Chen Tangtang was just about to pick up the bun, but he held down his hand.

He blinked at her: "The name of this game is when Tang Tang comes to Po Hun."

Chen Tangtang: "..."

He was holding a plate of steamed buns: "There are steamed buns filled with red bean paste or meat. You can pick one and break it apart. It's fine if it's stuffed with red bean paste, but if it's stuffed with meat... ..."

With a vicious little hook in his eyes, he looked her up and down, and then said with a smile: "If it's meat stuffing, Tang Tang, whatever you say today, you're going to lose your meat."

Chen Tangtang stared at his stomach.

It's all because you didn't live up to expectations, what do you want to eat, why are you still hungry after eating so much last night!

She raised her head slowly, and asked slowly: "If the poor monk doesn't gamble, so what?"

He lowered his head, smiled sinisterly, then opened his mouth and bit his index finger that touched her hair just now: "Then let's break the meat now."

As he spoke, he slowly approached her.

Chen Tangtang immediately lowered his head and looked at the steamed buns on the plate: "This... this one is fine."

"Which one?" His bitten finger tapped on the bun.

Chen Tangtang: "..."

You really don't pay attention to hygiene.

"It's better for the poor monk to come by himself."

He made a "please" gesture.

Chen Tangtang carefully selected a steamed bun that seemed to have bean paste on the side. She was holding the steamed bun when he suddenly reached out and touched the back of her hand.

Chen Tangtang stared at him.

"What are you looking at, can't I just slip my hands?" He said seriously.

"It's nothing, the poor monk just thinks that you seem to have exchanged the bun in the poor monk's hand."

He folded his arms and said lazily, "Do I look like someone who can do such boring things?"

Chen Tangtang said innocently: "Like."

He choked hard.

"Ha, I wouldn't do that." He smirked a few times.

Chen Tangtang stared at him carefully, the more he looked, the more he felt that the steamed buns on this plate might be filled with meat.

"Okay, okay, I don't want to see you choose, right?"

Chen Tangtang looked up at his back, nodded and said, "Okay, but the poor monk wants you to go out first, don't peek."

"Ah, you are so troublesome." He smiled and said with sparkling eyes: "However, who made you a beauty? I will definitely do what a beauty asks."

"Oh, let the poor monk go away?"

"this is not OK."

"Let the poor monk meet the disciple?"

"This one doesn't work either!"

"cut."

He suddenly opened his eyes wide: "Hey, eminent monk, did you say something just now?"

Chen Tang Tang looked solemn, blinked his eyes, and said innocently: "No, I'm afraid you heard it wrong."

He scratched his head, thinking that Chen Tangtang was the only one in the cave, and that she couldn't conjure a steamed bun filled with bean paste out of thin air, so he floated and walked out of the cave by stepping on the water.

He was going to change clothes to welcome the wedding night in the bridal chamber.

Want to ask why he is so confident?

Naturally, it was because there was no more steamed buns stuffed with red bean paste on the plate, now Tang Tang had to break his lust ring.

He pinched his waist and smiled at the door for a while, and said to himself: "This king is really smart and powerful!"

When he came back after changing into a black dress embroidered with cloud patterns, Chen Tangtang had already taken a bun.

He pretended to glance at the plate unintentionally, and found that there was a steamed bun missing on the bottom layer of the plate.

He nodded secretly.

Even if you brought it up from the bottom, it's still a piece of shit.

Ha, this king is going to have a meal today.

He rubbed his palm and said eagerly, "Hurry up, split it open and have a look."

Chen Tangtang glanced at him indifferently: "Why is the benefactor so impatient?"

"Impatient? Cough, I'm worried that you won't count what you say."

Chen Tangtang raised his eyes and said calmly: "The poor monk keeps his word."

His eyes suddenly became hot.

She felt that her eyes had been stung again.

Chen Tangtang broke open the steamed bun, and the sweet aroma of bean paste wafted out.

He immediately widened his eyes: "How, how is it possible!"

Chen Tangtang wondered: "Why is it impossible? Could it be that the benefactor has done something?"

At that moment, he almost thought that her calm and clear eyes had seen through everything, but when he came back to his senses, he found that there was nothing unusual in those eyes.

Could it be that he is overthinking?

"Ha, how can I do anything, I am a king anyway, ha, ha ha!" He pinched his waist and laughed pretendingly.

The corners of Chen Tangtang's mouth also twitched: "So, the poor monk naturally believes in the King."

He touched the back of his neck, not knowing why he suddenly felt a little cold.

Chen Tangtang lowered his eyes and said softly: "Since the poor monk has finished choosing, it's your turn to choose the benefactor."

"Oh..." He suddenly thought of some opportunity to make a comeback, and said with a smile: "Tang Tang, then I have a choice. You should know that if I choose bean paste, it's okay, but if I choose meat stuffing, then I can choose it." It's going to be broken."

The tip of his bright red tongue slid across his lower lip, and his voice was hot and lustful: "If it's a mess, I can only be with you."

Chen Tangtang said indifferently: "The benefactor really has a good idea. Don't you think that the poor monk will definitely lose?"

He raised his chin: "Then we will wait and see."

His thin and slender fingertips tapped a steamed bun, but instead of looking at the steamed bun, he looked at her: "How about I choose this one?"

She was unimpressed.

A scratch was drawn with his finger, and he pressed it on another bun.

"This one seems pretty good too."

She still doesn't move.

He squinted his eyes, and ordered a few steamed buns casually. This Chen Tangtang was like an old monk in meditation, and he never paid any attention to him.

He lost interest, so he picked a steamed bun at random.

"Okay, that's one."

He weighed it twice, as if he smelled a smell of meat, presumably this must be meat.

He raised the corner of his mouth and slashed down with his palm vertically, splitting the steamed bun into two pieces.

"Puff-"

The other half of the buns fell into the pool, and the sweet and greasy bean paste fragrance permeated the air.

"Uh...how is it possible! I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

With a violent shake, he threw the other half of the bean paste bun into the water.

"Are you fucking me?!" His hair stood up in anger.

Chen Tangtang looked at the half bun with regret, and slowly pulled his eyes to his face, but he still refused to look into his eyes, only staring at his mouth and said: "Donor, what is this?" I mean, the poor monk doesn’t understand.”

"Don't understand? I don't understand...why are there so many bean paste buns in this plate?"

Chen Tangtang tilted his head and said, "Isn't this normal?"

"It's normal! I obviously prepared a plate of meat stuffed buns...mo..." Touching her increasingly cold eyes, he suddenly realized what he said: "Did I mean, yes ,kisses!"

As he spoke, he touched his mouth up and down, and gave her a loud kiss in the air.

Chen Tangtang: "... benefactor, the poor monk wants to know if your face hurts?"

"Huh?" Fangzheng's face was swollen and he wanted to pretend to be fat.

"Please benefactor willing to gamble and admit defeat."

"It's obvious that you are playing tricks, so it doesn't count as my loss!"

Chen Tangtang: "The poor monk heard everything you said just now, who was the one who came out first?"

He choked, stroked his hair, and snorted softly.

Chen Tangtang's wrist felt cold, and he realized that his body was unable to move again.

Could it be that he was poisoned again?

"Look! What are you looking at!" He turned his back and touched his nose, "I said I won't let you break the precept for the time being, but I didn't say I'd detoxify you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed out as if he was being chased by something behind him.

Only Chen Tangtang was left lying motionless on the stone bed.

Amitabha, what evil did the poor monk do in his previous life?

She had just finished thinking when suddenly a black figure rolled over from the top of the cave.

"what……"

Too bad, I can't even speak this time.

The man was slender, with long legs and a slender waist. Both his waist and body had a slender and flexible beauty. He turned around, but his face was wearing a half mask.

"what……"

This man is the one who just kept silent and changed all the buns with meat stuffing.

Chen Tangtang's eyes widened, and he desperately conveyed his feelings to him——

Help the poor monk!

The man walked over lightly and slowly, wearing a unique rhythm as he walked.

Just when Chen Tangtang thought he was here to save her, he stepped on the stone bed and squatted down next to her body.

Chen Tangtang looked puzzled.

He laid his palms on the stone bed, imitating the appearance of that monster just now, kneeling on the stone bed, carefully sniffing at her hair.

Chen Tangtang: "..."

My Buddha, what kind of monsters are these poor monks encountering!

After a while, he turned his face away, staring at her fingers with doubt and curiosity.

Chen Tangtang secretly felt bad.

Sure enough, the next moment, he started sniffing at her hand again.

There was still bean paste on her hand that was accidentally left after breaking the steamed bun. I wonder if he smelled the sweet smell, so he stretched out the tip of his pink tongue and licked it lightly.

Her body was numb and stiff, and she couldn't feel anything at all, but she watched the tip of his tongue licking from her fingertips to her wrist, feeling ashamed.

He tilted his head, staring at her unblinkingly with pure and greedy eyes.

He cautiously probed and stepped forward step by step.

Chen Tangtang glared at him.

He licked his lips, and suddenly, he leaned over and licked her cheek.

Chen Tangtang: "..."

Let the poor monk down quickly, help!

It was as if the sky had heard her heart, and the noise from the door suddenly interrupted the strange man's movements.

The boy gave the door a fierce look, turned around and jumped up to the top of the cave again.

And Chen Tangtang, who was motionless, watched the monster king go and return.

"Since my king is a monster, there is no need to follow your mortal agreement. That's right, this king has repented!"

He straightened his chest, as if adding courage to himself.

Chen Tangtang: "..."

Just out of the tiger's den, and then into the wolf's den, God, you really want the poor monk to break the precepts here, don't you?

He rubbed his hands nervously and excitedly: "Come on, Tangtang, let's do what couples can do."

Chen Tangtang's lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word.

He said happily, "If you don't say it, I'll take it as your consent."

He suddenly flew up into the air, but couldn't hold back his temper. He took off his clothes while flying to the stone bed. pants.

What kind of monster is this that undresses so quickly?

He moved his arm and pressed it up abruptly.

Chen Tangtang was taken aback, and just about to die... Suddenly, he felt something was wrong.

He actually supported her cheeks with his hands, and he went up and down, making push-up-like movements.

The muscles in his arms relaxed and tightened, and the heat from his body hit him hot.

While doing this kind of exercise, he asked with a smile, "Tang Tang, are you comfortable? Call me good brother, and I will make you happier."

Chen Tangtang: "...Pfft!"

Sorry, the poor monk just wants to laugh.

The author has something to say: It seems that the sex education in the demon world is not doing very well.

Pay attention, I just found out that in Chapter 119, I skipped a copy of the story of the king molesting Tang Tang, and now I have added it, everyone can look back~