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"Little Red?"

"Well, I'm here."

"Little Red?"

"..."

"Xiaohong? Hahaha, your name is so vulgar." Sun Wukong ignored the inexplicable warmth in his heart after uttering the name, as if he wanted to cover up the softness in his heart that was not at all like him. The mood is average, and the smile is extraordinarily exaggerated.

Fu Zhenhong stopped talking, just looked at Monkey King quietly and smiled.

The Great Sage was stared at by Fu Zhenhong, and he stopped slowly with a smile. There was no other reason. The famous Monkey King once again felt a chilly sense of dread.

It's very evil, Sun Wukong glanced at the man named Xiaohong in front of him.Thinking that he used to make troubles in the heavenly palace, trespass into the underworld and enter the deep sea, he was never afraid of anyone, but now, when this man's eyes become cold, his heart trembles slightly.

Sun Wukong is very sure that there is no trace of this man in his memory, and he is also very sure that there is no fault in his memory, but he also has no doubts about this man's words.

The other party said it was his daughter-in-law, and they kissed intimately just now.Although Sun Wukong doesn't understand the relationship between men and women, he also knows that that kind of thing is not easy to do, but to be with the person he likes.

So this man who claims to be his wife likes him, right?After thinking about it, Sun Wukong's ears turned red again, and a trace of uneasiness flashed in his eyes.

Fu Zhenhong kept looking at Monkey King, so naturally she didn't miss his emotional change at this moment. Although Monkey King's appearance was not clean at this time, Fu Zhenhong found it interesting no matter how he looked at it, everything was very pleasing to the eye.

Fu Zhenhong pursed her lips and gave a chuckle. He slowly pulled out the spider webs formed on Monkey King's hair, and straightened out his somewhat messy hair.

When Fu Zhenhong was doing these movements, Monkey King tensed his body the whole time, but this was not a state of full alert when facing a dangerous enemy, but a kind of helplessness.

"Okay." After Fu Zhenhong sorted out Monkey King's appearance, she withdrew her hand.

Sun Wukong breathed a sigh of relief.

Fu Zhenhong glanced at Monkey King, then at Taozi who had rolled to the side, and asked with a smile: "Little Pomonkey, do you want to eat peaches?"

Although this sunny weather is not particularly hot, it is not really cool.Under such circumstances, if you can eat a juicy peach to satisfy your hunger, it will naturally be a joyful thing.

Sun Wukong loved to eat peaches. After hearing what Fu Zhenhong said, he was about to nod, but then he suddenly paused after he thought of something.

He squinted at the peaches on the ground out of the corner of his eye, thinking that not long ago this man had hit him on the head with a peach, Monkey King said with great backbone: "Don't eat it."

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows, and took out a juicy and big peach in front of Monkey King like a magic trick, and asked again: "Do you really want to eat it?"

Sun Wukong heard the words and snorted softly, "Don't eat."

The more Sun Wukong was like this, the more interesting Fu Zhenhong found it. At this stage, Sun Wukong is surly and childish, even though he is suppressed under the Five Fingers Mountain, he has always maintained his true purity.

In the world of Journey to the West, Fu Zhenhong has seen the domineering and reliable side of Monkey King, and has seen his calm and calm side. Now in this world where the Conferred God has ended, Fu Zhenhong also wants to see the perverse side of Monkey King. feel good.

At this moment, he put the peach on the tip of Sun Wukong's nose with some evil taste, and deliberately let the fragrance of the peach pour into Sun Wukong's nose, so as to stimulate Monkey King's taste buds.

Monkey King swallowed his saliva and glared at Fu Zhenhong angrily.

This guy is definitely here to beat him.

"Little Pomonkey, are you sure you don't want to eat?" Fu Zhenhong asked maliciously.

Sun Wukong, who had fully understood Fu Zhenhong's evil taste, turned his head decisively and refused Fu Zhenhong's temptation with actions.

Seeing this, Fu Zhenhong couldn't help laughing.

"Laughing fart!" Sun Wukong suddenly became angry from embarrassment, and he couldn't help but glared at Fu Zhenhong again.If he hadn't been trapped under Wuzhi Mountain and couldn't move, the man who claimed to be his wife would not have had the chance to play tricks on him.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Fu Zhenhong said, straightening Monkey King's face, and then put the peach near Monkey King's mouth.

Sun Wukong first glanced at Fu Zhenhong to confirm the authenticity of his words, and then he opened his mouth and took a bite.

The peach flesh was full of water, crisp and delicious, after Monkey King chewed the bite of the flesh, he took the peach from Fu Zhenhong's hand.

He couldn't move his body, and the distance between his hands was barely enough to reach his mouth.When Monkey King was eating peaches, Fu Zhenhong was watching from the sidelines. With his hands on his cheeks, he watched Monkey King eating the fruit he brought very seriously.

Sun Wukong's eating behavior is not ugly, but it is not very elegant. Every bite he bites is relatively large. When chewing, his cheeks also move. It is not obvious, but it reminds Fu Zhenhong of a little hamster eating The way it looks while eating.

Even when Sun Wukong finished eating, Fu Zhenhong deliberately poked Sun Wukong's slightly puffed cheeks with her fingertips.

Not surprisingly, there was a bright white eye from the great saint.

After Monkey King finished eating, Fu Zhenhong asked him, "Is it delicious?"

"It's okay." Sun Wukong said, throwing the peach kernels far away, looking reluctant.

"I see..." Fu Zhenhong nodded thoughtfully, "Then I won't bring peaches in the future."

"In the future?" Sun Wukong keenly grasped the point of this sentence: "Are you still planning to come?"

Fu Zhenhong took it for granted, "Do you have any questions?"

"Why are you still here?" Sun Wukong was surprised.

"Why didn't I come?" After Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, as if she suddenly thought of something, she suddenly laughed. He tapped Monkey King's forehead lightly, and there was a trace of teasing in his lazy and magnetic voice: "Xiao Po Monkey, you don't think I'm just a whim, do you?"

Sun Wukong didn't speak, it was a tacit consent.

He has been suppressed under Wuzhi Mountain for hundreds of years. During these hundreds of years, it is not that no one came here to talk to him out of curiosity. Some of these people said that they would come here often, but in the end, those who can persist People don't have one.

Sun Wukong knew that maybe he shouldn't compare those people with the person in front of him who claimed to be his wife, but perhaps it was because of the unexplainable expectation in his heart that Sun Wukong cared more.

Fu Zhenhong seemed to know what Monkey King was thinking at the moment, he held Monkey King's cheeks with both hands, and made Monkey King face him.

Looking into Monkey King's eyes, Fu Zhenhong leaned her face closer to Monkey King, and let the tip of her nose gently touch Monkey King's nose: "Little Pomonkey, listen, I will be where you are."

He lowered his voice, and there was a rare tenderness in his tone: "I will be with you, you don't need to question this."

The moment Fu Zhenhong said those words, Sun Wukong's chest felt a surge of heat, but he said casually, "I didn't let you stay with me."

Fu Zhenhong coaxed the suddenly arrogant Da Shengye like a child, "Yes, you didn't let me accompany you, I wanted to."

Only then did Sun Wukong nodded in satisfaction: "You still bring me peaches tomorrow."

Fu Zhenhong said: "If you bring peaches, I will charge you accordingly."

"What reward?" Sun Wukong looked Fu Zhenhong up and down: "You don't seem to lack anything."

"You're wrong." Fu Zhenhong shook her head, then kissed Sun Wukong lightly on the nose, "What I lack is your liking for me."

Monkey King blushed again, and the place where the tip of his nose was kissed was also faintly hot. He raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but raise his voice: "You bastard, speak as you speak, don't kiss me suddenly."

Fu Zhenhong tilted her head slightly: "Don't you like it?"

Sun Wukong swallowed: "I..." His throat rolled slightly, but only this one sound came out.Under the gaze of this person, he couldn't say the three words "dislike" against his will.

Seeing this, Fu Zhenhong's smile grew stronger, "Little Pomonkey, let me tell you a story."

"tell a story?"

"En." Fu Zhenhong sat down casually beside Monkey King, his back leaning against the mountain wall, and the position of his head was just level with Monkey King's head.

This angle allows him to see Monkey King's angular profile with just a slight squint.

"The beginning of the story is very plain. A long time ago, a dead person was blessed by the gods and was resurrected, but he had to pay a price..."

"God?"

"Well, it's probably an existence that is a hundred times more powerful than before." Fu Zhenhong glanced at Monkey King with a half-smile.

Monkey King: "..." This guy, why are you talking about Tathagata.

It really is a pot that cannot be opened without mentioning.

On purpose.

Fu Zhenhong continued: "The price is that this person has to do things for the gods. He needs to go to different places to get the love of the strong people in each place. Only then can he live forever, very powerfully... ..."

"Isn't that tiring?"

"Tired?" Fu Zhenhong shook her head lightly, her tone was calm and indifferent: "Going to a brand new place, meeting different people, experiencing a different life, it's not so much tiredness as it has become A habit."

Monkey King was silent. After a while, he turned his head and looked at Fu Zhenhong: "Is this story related to you?"

Fu Zhenhong didn't answer yes or no, but just asked Monkey King: "Do you think it has something to do with me?"

Sun Wukong withdrew his gaze and looked forward: "I don't know." After he finished speaking, he paused and added: "But I think you are telling me your story."

"Then do you want to listen?"

Sun Wukong smiled, his handsome sword eyebrows were cut like a knife, under his straight nose bridge, his well-shaped lips raised an unruly arc: "You said your story is very long, and I also take it as a good one." Time, as long as you speak, I will listen."

"Since you said you want to accompany me, then I will be your only audience."