"Um … Wukong, you —" Xuanzang was considering his words.

Wukong immediately changed back to his original form with an embarrassed expression.

"Master, don't misunderstand. That's just an image I casually changed.

I have seventy-two transformations, so it's easy for me to change into a child's appearance.

I just had nothing to do, so I changed into a child's appearance for fun — I don't usually look like this … "He hurriedly explained.

Xuanzang frowned and scratched the side of his mouth, "This is — blood!

Wukong, what's the matter with you?

Didn't you say that the monster didn't hurt you?

Why did you vomit blood?

Was it because you vomited blood just now that you were hiding from me?

What did I tell you?

If there's anything, you must tell me!

You — you're pissing me off! "

Xuanzang's tone gradually became serious. Ignoring Wukong's incoherent nonsense, he grabbed him and walked back.

"Hey, hey, hey, Master, I — I'm fine —" Wukong carelessly touched his face with his hand, but he didn't find any extra blood. Xuanzang must have just wiped it off for him.

He suddenly felt annoyed. Why did all these things have to come together?

He couldn't find the reason for vomiting blood, and now he was caught by Xuanzang. Moreover, his stupid little boy image was also seen by Xuanzang …

He anxiously grabbed Xuanzang and explained, "I'm really fine —"

Xuanzang suddenly stopped and turned around with a dark face, "You're still arguing with me at this time. Is it so hard to admit that you're injured?

If I didn't find out, were you going to endure it?

Would you continue to endure it alone? "

Wukong was stunned by the sudden temper of the always gentle and kind Xuanzang. He rubbed his hands and didn't dare to reply.

"Why are you still in a daze?

Let's go back. "Xuanzang held Wukong's hand and walked quickly.

Wukong stared blankly at Xuanzang's tightly grasped wrist. Without any resistance, Xuanzang pulled him back to their resting place.

Xuanzang pressed Wukong down on the grass and said with a stern face, "Don't move." Then he turned around and went to look for something in the luggage.

Wukong looked at Xuanzang's back, his heart in a mess.

Was he angry?

Was he really angry?

Wasn't he supposed to have a good temper?

She could easily forgive the Little White Dragon who had captured him and tried to eat him. She even brought pots and pans to treat her injuries … Why was she angry with him?

Wasn't it normal for him to vomit blood and hide it from him?

He didn't even know the reason why he vomited blood. If a mortal like him knew, wouldn't that just add to his troubles?

He was such a worrisome person. He even sympathized with his enemy for two days when they were injured. If he treated him as his disciple and knew that he had vomited blood for no reason, wouldn't he be heartbroken?

Heartbroken?

Wukong looked at Xuanzang's sweat-soaked back as he piled up pots and pans. For a moment, he seemed to understand why Xuanzang was angry.

Was he angry because he felt sorry for him?

Wukong's expression softened.

At this time, Xuanzang had already taken out all the tools to eat. He set up a stone stove on the ground, picked up some dead branches and put them in. Then he took out a flint and started to make a fire.

"Master wants to make a fire to cook, right?

Master, let me do it! "Xuanzang stood in front of him. It was inconvenient for Wukong to cast a spell, so he wanted to get up and go to the side.

But Xuanzang's reaction was surprisingly fast today. Wukong was only halfway up when he was pushed back down. "Sit down!

Did I let you move?

You're injured. How can you cast a spell?

Master has a flint. Don't you know how to use it? "

With that, Xuanzang took the flint and quickly made sparks. "Sizzle —" The dry wood and hay in the stone stove were ignited at once.

Xuanzang put the pot on the stove and poured the water into it.

Wukong looked at the copper kettle in his hand. Only then did he know why Xuanzang had appeared by the spring.

Did he go to fetch water at that time?

Wukong stared blankly at the bottom of the pot that was licked by the flames. After a while, he suddenly thought of something.

He suddenly stood up. "Oh, Master, I haven't gone out to find ingredients —"

"Wukong, don't be impatient."

Xuanzang turned back and pulled Wukong's hand, indicating that he should sit down. "Master just ate something in the demon cave. I'm not hungry yet. This pot of soup is for you."

"Me?

You're making it for me?

Why would the demon give you food, Master!

Don't you think it's strange? "

Wukong wriggled its hands and feet, trying to stand up. "The things given by the monsters are not reliable. I'd better go and find some fresh food for you. This is the season when all living things are flourishing, and there's no shortage of food —"

"No need —" Xuanzang helplessly pressed down on Wukong. He only had one hand free. The other hand was still looking at the fire behind him, but it magically pressed down on Wukong.

"Wukong, don't make Master worry.

You're seriously injured now. Master's heart aches.

Why are you still running around? "

"Didn't I tell you?

I didn't — "Wukong wanted to say that he was not injured, but he thought that it was not right to say that he was not injured. How could he explain vomiting blood?

But it was because he could not explain it himself that he did not want Xuanzang to know and worry for nothing.

But now he did not want Xuanzang to know. Xuanzang already knew.

The unknown always brought more fear to people than the known.

So Wukong changed his words. "I'm not seriously injured.

It's just that spring is coming and everything is growing. The qi and blood in my body are a little abundant. That's why I vomited blood with such a small injury.

Otherwise, it would have been just some minor injuries that I didn't even notice. It would have healed on its own.

Master, don't take it so seriously.

Why don't I show you a set of staff techniques and see if I can do it? "

Wukong took out the Jingu Bang as he spoke.

Xuanzang let out a long sigh.

"There's no need, Wukong.

There's no need. "He looked at Wukong with a gaze that was mixed with heartache and many complicated things that could not be distinguished.

He gently stroked Wukong's head and asked, "Where did the monster hit you at that time?"

"Ah?

Are you sure you don't need it? "The Jingu Bang in Wukong's hand was already prepared.

"Wukong, what's your past like?

Have you always been alone?

No parents or elders? "

When Wukong heard this, he wanted to refute, "No, I did have a master."

After all, Subhuti was his senior.

But Xuanzang did not give him a chance to speak. Instead, he continued, "Only those who have no back to rely on, such as a lone tiger or leopard in the forest, will always maintain a strong appearance. They habitually wrap up all their weaknesses and only show their strong side.

Because it has no way out, no one will help it. Once it shows its weakness, it will be mercilessly killed by other competitors. Wukong, you have never really treated me as your master. "He touched Wukong's head, but his eyes drifted aimlessly into the distance.

"I didn't —" Wukong wanted to defend himself. But as soon as he opened his mouth, Xuanzang gently interrupted him. "Don't deny me.

When have you ever shown your back to me?

Wukong, you are always vigilant.

You only believe in yourself. You always feel that you are your last line of defense, right?

So when you were injured and vomited blood, your first thought was not to heal, but to hide and not let me see you. "

"I —" This time, Wukong really had nothing to say. He found that he had no way to explain.

What was going on? It was clearly not like that. He did not mean it like that!

No one else was more sincere than him in acknowledging Xuanzang as his master.

Even the weak and incompetent Xuanzang in the past, didn't he also sincerely protect him to the Western Paradise?

Now that Xuanzang was so good, how could he not treat him as his master?

He was just afraid that Xuanzang would be worried!

But these words seemed so powerless.

Wukong looked at Xuanzang with a bit of grievance. He complained with his eyes: It's clearly not like what you said!

Xuanzang continued to stroke his head. When he lowered his head and saw his grievance, he smiled warmly. "I'm not saying this to blame you. What I mean is, Wukong, you have to accept this. You are not alone now. You have a back.

Master will be your backer. If you get hurt outside, you can tell Master.

You have someone who cares about you. "

Wukong was a bit moved. When he met Xuanzang's smiling eyes, he suddenly turned his face away in embarrassment. He pointed behind him to cover it up. "Master, your water is boiling."

"Oh, the water is boiling." Xuanzang reluctantly took back his hand from Wukong's head and picked up a knife from beside him.

"Master, what are you doing with the knife?" Wukong quickly pulled him back.