Not only did Wukong not answer him,

He even glared at him and forcefully stuffed him into bed.

Xuanzang was glared at by him,

He seemed to realize that he had asked something he shouldn't have asked,

He pulled the blanket over his face,

He didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Wukong snorted and said leisurely, "They're husband and wife at night,

Of course, they're doing husband and wife things.

To think that you're a monk,

Peeping at other people's sex in the middle of the night, don't you know shame?

Hmm? "

Xuanzang couldn't completely digest the information. He only revealed a pair of black and bright eyes. "They're both men,

How can that be? "

Wukong glared at him again,

He saw him look away guiltily,

He laughed again,

He lifted the blanket and lay down with him. "Why can't a man do it?"

Xuanzang stayed outside until his whole body was emitting cold air. Finally, he took the initiative to warm the blanket. He happily wrapped his hands and feet around it and recalled the scene he saw just now,

But it was too vague and he didn't have a clear idea. "How can that be?"

"You're still arguing." Wukong pinched his hand. "A monk,

You're not afraid of violating the precepts of sex. "

Xuanzang blinked his eyes. "What does it have to do with sex?"

"It has nothing to do with sex." Wukong looked at the beam of the room,

"Sex is also sex."

Xuanzang was a little anxious by his hanging. He wrapped around him tightly,

He muttered unhappily, "Can you finish it in one go?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because monks don't need to know."

Xuanzang was speechless again,

After holding it in for a long time, he covered his stomach and moaned, "My stomach hurts..."

There was no pain on his face,

Wukong didn't expose him. He asked very cooperatively, "Hurts?

Are you going to give birth? "

"How can it be so fast?" Xuanzang was shocked by him. "It's only been a day."

It would be a sin if his human form was destroyed.

Wukong turned over and touched his stomach. He felt as if there really was a weak heartbeat. His mind was shaken, and his will was shaken. For a moment, he couldn't retract his hand and slowly rubbed it.

Perhaps it was because she was pregnant, but Xuanzang's body was more sensitive than before. When Wukong touched her, her body softened. She couldn't stand being touched like this. She felt hot all over and wanted to be intimate with him. Wukong's touch made her feel extremely comfortable, but she also felt uncomfortable. These two contradictory feelings coexisted.

He couldn't help rubbing himself against Wukong's body. His half-squinted eyes were already covered with a layer of mist. He held Wukong's hand and groaned, "Touch it again."

He had clearly restrained himself, so why was he still provoking him?

Wukong's eyes seemed to be surging with magma. He could no longer suppress the Xie Ling Fire. He suddenly had an absurd idea.

Why couldn't he do as he pleased?

Was this hoop holding everything he had?

The flame that had only just emerged was rising higher and higher, and it seemed as if it couldn't be retracted. Obviously, the person involved didn't intend to retract it.

There was no light in the room. Wukong's expression was dark and gloomy. Xuanzang could only clearly see that pair of golden eyes that seemed to be burning. It made him feel even hotter. His body also had an unfamiliar change, making him feel at a loss. He could only look at Wukong and entrust everything to him, "Wukong … What should I do …"

Wukong touched his white and soft belly without any hindrance. It was as tender and smooth as his face. He felt that it was really cute, "Why is it so soft?"

"Oh …" Xuanzang's eyes were even more watery. He didn't know what he wanted and didn't know how to express it. Hearing him say that he was soft, he carelessly touched him. He had hugged him many times before, but this time he realized that it was different from his own. "It's hard."

Wukong smelled the unique faint Buddhist fragrance on his neck. The smell that usually made people feel peaceful was in sharp contrast, making him feel like he was blaspheming Buddha.

"There's something even harder."

Xuanzang didn't understand, "Where?"

Wukong rarely spoke dirty words. It wasn't easy for him to say one, but the listener didn't understand. He just smiled and asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Mm …" Xuanzang twisted uncomfortably and hugged his neck tightly, like a drowning person hugging a piece of driftwood. With a crying and yearning voice, his eyes were hazy with tears. "What should I do?

It's so uncomfortable … "

A bolt of lightning shot out from the ink-colored sky, illuminating the outside world as bright as day. Then, the rumbling sound of thunder disturbed a dream.

The moon tonight was bright and gentle, and there was no sign of rain.

Wukong withdrew his hand without warning and stood by the table in the blink of an eye. With his back facing Xuanzang, he poured himself a glass of water. His voice was very different from just now, "If you feel uncomfortable, recite your scripture and calm your heart."

He changed so quickly that Xuanzang was completely caught off guard. He was still immersed in the scene of two heavens, but it was broken just like that. It took him a long time to recover. He hugged the quilt and felt inexplicably angry. He said in a fit of pique, "I only remember the Golden Hoop Spell!"

Wukong poured another glass of water and warmed it before handing it to him, "You recite it. After you recite it, stay here and give birth to the child."

Xuanzang couldn't outtalk him and couldn't threaten him. He was so angry that he cried again. But his throat was too dry, so he had to hold the glass and drink it in one gulp.

When he finished drinking and was about to speak, he saw Wukong open the door and walk out, leaving him alone in the room.

He sighed and touched his feverish face. He had to meditate and recite the scripture according to Meng Qi's instructions. Not long after, the heat in his body dissipated and he became calm again.

He didn't know what Wukong was doing outside. Xuanzang leaned against the wall on the side of the bed and waited for him. He fell asleep while waiting.

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After the thunder and lightning, there was a heavy downpour. The rain poured down in buckets, and the world was full of hazy water.

The raindrops even hurt a little when they hit his body. Wukong was almost drenched when he came out. He sat alone on the roof and rubbed the Jingu Bang from time to time. His eyes had regained their clarity, as if the ridiculous person just now was another person.

The Golden Cudgel made a low hum, as if comforting him.

The cold wind of late autumn was as sharp as a knife with the help of the rain. It scraped countless wounds on his body, like a punishment from the heavens.

The pain was sobering.

He didn't have the ability to do whatever he wanted. He was just a chess piece in the vast world.

He could fall into the Nine Underworlds alone, but he couldn't take Xuanzang with him.

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Xuanzang woke up in the morning because of the cold. He fell asleep on the bed, and the quilt fell on him casually. His shoulders were cold, but the one who warmed the quilt had not returned yet.

He felt a sense of loss and sadness, and an inexplicable anger. He also felt that his mind was so unstable and messy. He didn't deserve to be a Buddhist disciple. He recited the scriptures for a long time before he got up and washed up.

Breakfast had been set up in the central room. Wujing and the Little White Dragon hadn't woken up yet. Ba Jie sat on Cuilan's body, and the two of them were kissing intimately. It was a very exciting kind.

Xuanzang had never seen such a scene. The impact was so great that his mind went blank and he froze on the spot.

What, what, what are they doing?!

A hand covered his eyes from behind, and the voice of the person who had disappeared for the night sounded, "Don't look."

Xuanzang's attention was diverted, and he pulled his hand away. He didn't know what to say to reprimand him in the morning. In the end, he only asked, "Where did you go last night?"

It rained heavily last night, but he was clean and didn't look like he was in the rain.

Ba Jie sensed someone coming. When he saw that it was Xuanzang, he was so scared that he rolled down from Cuilan's body. Fortunately, Cuilan supported him, so he didn't fall.

When he steadied himself, he found that Wukong had also appeared. He suddenly felt like dying.

It wasn't that he was reserved and shy, but he was afraid that he would be beaten if he didn't treat his pure master well …

"Go out for a walk." Wukong said.

Then there was no more.

Xuanzang was even more aggrieved and annoyed. He walked to the table and scooped a bowl of porridge for himself. He ate his breakfast with some side dishes.

Wukong also sat next to him and ate his own food.

Ba Jie was puzzled by the atmosphere between the two of them. He looked at them and didn't have a clue. Seeing that they were only eating, he asked, "Is it good?

I made the porridge. "

Wukong said, "Don't talk when you eat."

Xuanzang nodded, "It's good. It's just right."

Ba Jie couldn't hold it in. When Wujing and the Little White Dragon came out, he quietly asked Xuanzang, "What happened to master and senior?"

Xuanzang finished the last bite and put down his chopsticks, "I don't know." He then said, "Today I went to see Her Majesty and asked her to give me water."

The Little White Dragon touched its belly, "I have already slept with it for a night. I'm a little reluctant."

Xuanzang was surprised, "What should we do?

Should we give birth to it? "He frowned and thought seriously," Is ten months enough?

Should we take the child on the road? "

"Master, I'm joking." The Little White Dragon saw that he didn't look like he was joking and was frightened. Master looked strange.

Xuanzang was relieved, "That's good."

The Little White Dragon didn't dare to speak. Ba Jie helped Cuilan clean up the table. No one made a sound and the room was a little stifling.

Wukong said, "I went to the palace last night. I didn't find the abortion water, but I found something unexpected."

Xuanzang looked at him and didn't say anything. He waited for him to continue.

Wukong took out a certificate and put it in his hand.

Xuanzang finally showed a surprised expression. He couldn't wait to open it and flip through it. It was intact and the Xiliang Female Kingdom's seal at the end had been changed.

He wanted to hug Wukong but held back.

"It was found in the King's bedroom. It was probably detained."

Wukong tilted his head to look at him and explained, "This means that Liu Er has indeed passed by and found the king to exchange the Guan Wen. Although he has exchanged the Guan Wen, the Guan Wen has been detained. Liu Er should not have left Xiliang Female Kingdom.

As long as the person was there, the luggage wouldn't be far away. If it wasn't for the lack of time, Wukong would have destroyed the palace and found the enemy.

Xuanzang lowered his head and said softly, "That's good."

Cuilan asked with interest, "You went to Her Majesty's bedroom in the middle of the night?

Her Majesty is the most beautiful woman here. Why? Is the Great Sage's love tribulation here? "

Ba Jie looked at them strangely. Were they familiar with each other?

Moreover, Cuilan knew about the love tribulation?

Wukong glanced at him, "I just wanted to know if the King was a human or a demon."

Cuilan was still wearing men's clothes today. She smiled meaningfully, "Is he a human or a demon?"

Wukong said, "Of course he's a human. How can a demon rule the country?"

When everything was ready, the five of them and Cuilan were ready to go to the palace to ask for water. Xuanzang habitually held Wukong's hand. Wukong didn't take it. He looked at him with a smile in his eyes.

Xuanzang silently withdrew his hand and watched him walk to the front to open the road.

Cuilan lived in a remote place. After walking for a while, they gradually felt the prosperity of Xiliang Female Kingdom. There were rouge and powder everywhere. Self-sufficiency didn't seem to make them fall behind.

Ba Jie didn't look at them all the way. His will was unusually firm.

The residents didn't reject these outsiders. Instead, they were very enthusiastic and threw countless flowers and gauze.