[Journey to the West] The monster was captured by the master

Chapter 66 Untitled

"Wukong, come here." Xuanzang held a bowl of water in his hand.

Wukong walked closer as he said, staring nervously at the bowl of water in Xuanzang's hand.

"Why do you look at the water, Wukong, you look at me as a teacher. Get your face closer, even closer..."

Wukong only felt a strong force coming from his waist, and when he opened his eyes again, he was in Xuanzang's arms.He didn't think much, took a few breaths to get his breath back, then stared at Xuanzang intently, waiting for his next teaching with anticipation.

"Wukong, open your mouth." Xuanzang said solemnly.

"Ah—" Wukong obediently opened his mouth.

Xuanzang nodded solemnly, then took a sip of water in his mouth, and bowed his head towards Wukong.

Wukong watched Xuanzang's face approaching him without blinking, and suddenly found that his heart was beating fast.His breathing also became short of breath. For some reason, his whole body became stiff and he could not move at all, like a tight string. Xuanzang's face slowly approached, Xuanzang's deep eyes, Xuanzang was wearing water drops His lips... are like a hand that is pulling his string closer, making him more and more tense, more and more tense——

Collapse - the string is broken.

Xuanzang's soft lips pressed against his, and he felt those thin lips parted slightly, a coolness flowed into his mouth, and something soft and slippery seemed to brush over his lips inadvertently. ——

Goku opened his eyes wide and couldn't breathe.

When Xuanzang saw it, he immediately parted the four lips that were touching. While Wukong was still in a panic state, he looked at the sky and licked his lips for aftertaste, and immediately put on his serious face again.

Wukong's mouth was still slightly open, and the water he fed slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth.He reached out and pressed Wukong's mouth shut, then wiped away the wet marks on the corner of Wukong's mouth with his thumb.

"Wukong? Wukong?" He patted Wukong's face solemnly.

Wukong came back to his senses as if in a dream, swallowed the water in his mouth with a "gudong", and asked blushingly, "Oh, what's the matter, Master?"

"How is it? Did you feel it?" Xuanzang raised his eyebrows and asked him, "You just swallowed the water, and you had water in your mouth before that."

Wukong scratched his head, lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him: "Master, I, I didn't remember."

The corners of Xuanzang's mouth curled up imperceptibly, then he shook his head and sighed: "I really can't help it, it seems that I have to teach you again as a teacher."

Wukong raised his head in surprise: "Really? Master, you are so kind."

"Who told you that you are the only disciple of the master." Xuanzang smiled slightly, and was about to pick up the bowl and take another sip of water, but stopped again.

He lowered his head and looked at Wukong seriously, and warned: "This time, you have to experience it carefully." He took a sip of water, and slowly leaned forward with slightly curved eyebrows.

It is impossible for Wukong not to have his heart beating like a drum, and not tense into a tight string. Wukong's breathing has stopped, especially this time with the sweet stream flowing into his mouth, there is a slippery fish .The fish looked like a fisherman strayed into Taoyuan. He tried twice in panic at the entrance, brushed his neat teeth, slid across his mouth, and finally touched the other fish in his mouth before he seemed frightened. He seemed to back out.

Wukong is floating in another world as if his soul is out of his body, but he can feel every detail of his mouth very clearly, cold and humid, flowing and seemingly non-existent. , Wherever the swimming fish went, it brought panic, confusion, bewilderment, and inexplicable joy.

Where does joy come from?Goku doesn't know.

But he just felt that from the bottom of his heart, a pool of sweet spring water slowly emerged, like old wine that had been brewed for many years, and after an unknown miraculous reaction, it suddenly produced sweetness again.

Xuanzang stood upright solemnly, and also straightened Wukong, who was in a cloud of mist, holding the bowl and saying, "Do you understand now?"

"Understood, understood." Wukong said it twice, but he still didn't understand.But he felt that if he was taught by Xuanzang again, his heart might explode.

"That's good." Xuanzang glanced at him with unsatisfied interest, "Then I will go and make you breakfast, Master."

Xuanzang caught a deer by the stream, and of course the deer was "knocked into a tree" smoothly.He dragged the deer back to clean it up, and Wukong squatted aside, playing with water and staring at him.He was unconsciously stirring the water with his hands, but he was thinking about Xuanzang teaching him to rinse his mouth.

As he was thinking about it, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind. Without a word, he took a handful of water into his mouth upstream, "Xilihulu" stirred it in his mouth, and then spit it out on the shore.

"Master—" He looked back at Xuanzang, who was too busy to talk to him, and thought of a good idea.

Xuanzang was about to finish the meat of this deer, the deer was too big, he only planned to eat a quarter of it with Wukong, and put the rest into his magical luggage for storage.When he peeled and washed the last piece of meat, and put it on the clean big rock by the stream, he was about to stand up, when suddenly his vision went dark, and he was thrown to the ground by a guy.He was about to struggle, but he touched a piece of familiar fabric with his backhand, and he paused when he was about to struggle.

In the darkness, he felt something warm and soft touched him, and then cool water flowed into his mouth along the soft thing.

The two soft pieces were rubbed against his mouth, and he didn't know what it meant, but Xuanzang was already lying on the stone slab in a posture of being picked by others, his brows were rippling, with unspeakable joy .

"Haha how is it? Master, I have learned it." Wukong rang in his ear with a proud voice, Xuanzang's eyes were bright again, but he was still immersed in this sudden kiss, ecstasy, unable to understand. Extricate yourself.

"Master?" Wukong was still lying on his body, looking at Xuanzang curiously, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Xuanzang blinked, patted Wukong to let him get up from his body, and he got up too, for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"Wukong," he pondered his words, of course he hoped that this kind of thing would happen as much as possible, but if the danger came——

So what is it?Couldn't he still solve the little danger?

"Wukong is awesome!" He praised with a smile, "I cook barbecue for you to eat."

Wukong immediately blushed and began to pinch his fingers: "No, no, no."

There was a little accident when the fire was burning.

Xuanzang thought that Wukong lost his memory, so he lit the fire with flint and steel himself. Unexpectedly, Wukong watched for a while, and suddenly pointed his hand at the pile of firewood he was driving, and the firewood pile "crackled" and ignited. When he got up, Xuanzang, who was striking flint and steel, was taken aback. Fortunately, he had no hair, so he avoided the tragic fate of being scorched off half of his hair.

Wukong himself was taken aback by himself, he yelled out Master and rushed over to lift Xuanzang up.

Xuanzang asked him to put himself down dumbfoundingly, rubbed the ashes on his forehead, and watched him carefully with a guilty conscience: "What's the matter? You can use spells again? Wukong, have you recovered your memory? What do you think of? Is it here? Do you have any other feelings? Will it be uncomfortable?"

Wukong scratched his hair, frowned, and was asked a series of questions by Xuanzang, he didn't know which one to answer first: "I don't know either. I just look at this firewood and just do it-I don't know how All of a sudden, it set me on fire—"

He lowered his head like a child who did something wrong, and whispered: "I'm sorry, Master, I hurt you."

"Oh," Xuanzang supported him by the shoulders, "Silly Wukong, why are you apologizing? Did you tell me something wrong with you? My teacher is concerned about your sudden use of mana, and I thought you lost your memory. You don’t know how to spell anymore, so it’s a good thing you can still use it. As long as you’re okay, Master is fine.”

"Oh, is that so?" Wukong raised his head, his eyes still filled with uneasiness.

Xuanzang pointed to the fire behind him, and said: "Look at Wukong, to light a fire as a teacher, you have to fiddle with flint and strike for a long time. With you, as a teacher, you only need to call you once, and there will be a fire. In this way, you can do it in the future." Meals are also much more convenient.”

"Well, Master, I will help you." Wukong regained his spirits.

After Xuanzang roasted the venison, he cut a few slices and added different seasonings for Wukong to taste. At the end of the trial, Wukong still loved the spicy taste of pepper as before.

Xuanzang ate the meat politely, watching Wukong gasp from the heat, and kept telling him, "Master, add more, add more", thinking of his past.

He said with some emotion: "Sure enough, Wukong still likes spicy food the most."

Wukong was engrossed in eating the meat, gulping down the oil in his mouth, chewing non-stop with his mouth protruding, and then he regained his attention when he heard the words, nodded vigorously, and ate up the food in his hand in two or three bites. He stretched out his hand to Xuanzang: "More!"

Xuanzang wiped off the oil hanging from the corner of his mouth with a smile, and said, "Okay, okay, if it's not enough, I'll roast it for you as a teacher."

"Yeah." Wukong smiled with eyebrows and eyes crooked.

Just as he was having fun, there was a sudden shouting sound from the sky.

Wukong raised his head and saw black clouds rolling in the sky, and a large number of mosquitoes dragging their fat bellies "buzzing" towards this side.

At the same time, the ground also began to tremble slightly, and the first ground monster showed its head in the bushes, followed by hundreds of pairs of faint green eyes.

"I'm back again!" The shouting sounded again, loudly, but there was no one there.

Wukong took a bite of the flesh in his hand, pointed a little finger to the sky, and said vaguely: "Master, what is that?"

Xuanzang also slowly chewed the meat in his mouth, heard the words and swallowed the meat in his mouth, and then said: "Wukong, that's what you asked before, what I called a monster."

"Oh——" Wukong nodded, took a closer look, and commented: "It's so ugly. It's majestic."

He raised his head and looked at the black cloud formed by the mosquito spirits, but he couldn't find the person calling, and he approached Xuanzang and whispered: "Who is talking? It's a coward who only listens to the voice and doesn't see anyone."

Xuanzang looked at him with interest when he heard the words: "I want to know more, what is in your little head, Wukong, the master doesn't know, but you, the coward, know."

Wukong blushed: "Well, then I don't know either."

Xuanzang couldn't help but pinch his blushing face, feeling that the hand felt very good.

He took another look at the rabbit demon who was the fastest walking in the bushes behind him and was already five feet away from them. With a sneer, he quickly moved over and kicked off the rabbit's head.

Wukong gnawed on the venison in the back, staring dumbfounded: "Didn't Master say that I am very weak?"

The author has something to say:

Xuan·Duplicate·Zang: Well, I am self-aware, so I will stop insulting the word beast.

Shouting and throwing myself down my heart-warming and lovely little angels, I love you all! !ヾ（@^▽^@）ノ