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

Chapter 53 1 Smaller Fat Chapter

When the rays of the sun dyed the pond water orange red, Xuanzang finally let out the last blood, and the last touch of blood in his pupils also faded.He supported the ground and stood up slowly. The thrust from the rippling water made him unsteady for a while, and he almost fell back to the ground.

He looked at his smooth and pale wrist, and shook his hand weakly to relieve the numbness caused by the excessive loss of blood, then staggered two steps to Wukong's side, picked him up and hugged him in his arms.

Seeing Wukong's tightly closed brows and eyes with a slightly painful expression again, Xuanzang still couldn't help sighing.

"Stupid boy! How did I treat you like this before? How is it worth doing this to you? After so many years of separation, I grew up in Huaguo Mountain more and more, and I'm still a fool!"

He held Wukong in his arms, and he was about to rush to the surface of the pool as soon as his feet kicked off the ground.At this time, he suddenly felt a strange numbness rising from the soles of his feet.Xuanzang frowned suspiciously, ignored the discomfort, and still held Wukong in his arms to break through the barrier of the pool and swim to the surface.

"Wow——" Xuanzang held Wukong and showed his head out of the pool of blood. He was bald, but it was nothing but Wukong's soft black hair was wet on his face, which was ridiculous.

Xuanzang pushed aside Wukong's black hair, revealing Wukong's clean and delicate face.He smoothed Wukong's frown and swam towards the shore where the clothes were placed.

It was late summer and early autumn at this time, and the evening in the mountains was neither too cold nor too hot, and it was surprisingly comfortable when the breeze was blowing.

As expected, Xinyu will never disappoint once it is traded.The two sets of clothes placed on the shore are the gray monk robe that Xuanzang originally wore, and the blue and black Taoist robe that Wukong wore when he transformed into a human body.You must know that Wukong was lazy, he changed clothes according to the Taoist robe he wore in Samsung Cave, but he was too lazy to change out the hat, so his hair was disheveled all the time, not looking good.

Xuanzang put Wukong on a piece of soft grass by the bank, took care of Wukong from scratch according to his own habits, squatted on the ground and took his own set of monk robes to dry Wukong's hair, and then tied it up for him in a strange way. Hair, and then put on that rather delicate and lovely hat.

This is a small way to describe a handsome appearance.Xuanzang touched the handle on the top of the hat with some satisfaction, and then went to get Wukong's clothes.

When Xuanzang grabbed Wukong's body again and planned to dress him, he felt a little strange.

Wukong's body is about seventeen or eighteen years old, his limbs are slightly slender besides being slender, he is really a very thin person, except for a thin layer of lean muscles hanging on his chest and abdomen, his whole body is thin. With less than a few taels of meat, there is a kind of frailty and pitifulness of a young man.

Perhaps because of soaking in the water for too long, his limbs became icy and cold. Xuanzang didn't feel much when he was holding him in the water before, but when he put him down and picked him up again, he felt a little bit cold. It feels like I am not picking up a person, but a piece of cool and slippery cold jade.

Xuanzang's body was not affected by the pool water at all, even in the pool water it was hot and hot, but when he got out of the pool water, he lost a lot of blood, his whole body was recovering rapidly, and his whole body was scalding hot.At this time, he touched Wukong's icy and cold body, but let go of his hand as if he had been scalded.

Xuanzang looked at his hands, and then at Wukong, who was thrown away by him and fell limply on the ground, wondering what happened to his feeling of numbness just now, as if he had been electrified again.

Rarely, he touched the top of his bald head irritably, staring at the pool of blood for a while.

A gust of cool wind blows over, blowing away the inexplicable irritability in Xuanzang's heart.He suddenly remembered that Wukong didn't wear clothes yet, Wukong was different from him, he was frozen in the Tan water and his whole body was icy cold.Although Xuanzang knew that it was impossible for a monkey like Wukong to be chilled by the wind, he still subconsciously felt that Wukong should not be exposed to the cold.

Xuanzang regained his energy and picked up Wukong's clothes to dress Wukong.But he thought of the strange electric shock when he met Wukong, and decided that it would be better to put on his own clothes first, and then help Wukong wear them through his own clothes.

He quickly put on his clothes, then took a deep breath, continued to embrace Wukong and dress him.

When his hot hand touched Wukong's back, he still felt a strange numbness in his whole hand. He endured the strange feeling that made him inexplicably upset and irritable, and quickly put the Taoist robe on Wukong's body. Then he fastened the laces.

"Huh—" For some reason, Xuanzang was sweating all over as if he had fought a big battle.He couldn't help but blame the wind for not being cool enough tonight.

After putting on the snow-white inner shirt, Xuanzang took the trousers again.He was half a head taller than Wukong, and it was just right to put Wukong in his arms and put on his pants.

He accidentally glanced somewhere before lifting Wukong's leg, then coughed lightly, and chanted a Buddha's mantra with reddish ears.

Wukong's legs look pale and thin, but when pinched in his hand, he can actually feel his lean muscles clinging to the leg bones, containing powerful explosive power.Xuanzang quickly put on the trousers for him, then fastened the laces, put Wukong on the ground, and turned around to breathe slightly.

Wearing only an underwear and trousers, Xuanzang actually broke out in a profuse sweat, and the monk's robe on his back was wet with sweat.

He faintly felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was going on for him for a while.

He adjusted his breathing, took Wukong's robe and put it on him, and when he was about to tie the belt under his left armpit for him, his eyes accidentally glanced at the bottom of Wukong's neck. When I was in a hurry, I showed a beautiful and delicate collarbone loosely.

For some reason, Xuanzang’s mind flashed a passage that someone said to him when he was wandering around the Qinlou and Chu Pavilion many years ago: the beauty of a beauty is not in the skin but in the bone, and the most ecstasy is in the collarbone. deep drowning...

At that time Xuanzang saw thousands of beautiful women posing in front of him, but he felt boring and indifferent, and he couldn't see anything messy. Now he seems to have suddenly realized that the jade-like clavicle is just as shallow There is a shallow bay of clear spring, which makes people unable to get out once they enter it, as if they have plunged into the water and drowned in it...

The air at dusk suddenly became sticky and humid, especially near the water. The weak wind made tiny ripples on the water, but it couldn't blow away the dryness in the air.

Xuanzang stared at the shallow collarbone obsessively, and then peeled off the neckline there as if obsessed. Halfway through, he seemed to wake up suddenly from some nightmare, looking at Wukong's clean chest. , closed his clothes in shame, turned around abruptly, not daring to look again.

Wukong's body temperature gradually returned to normal, but Xuanzang felt that he was about to boil.

Looking at the ambiguous sunset in the sky, he suddenly realized something, and couldn't help but look at the unconscious Wukong: "Could it be...the reason why you came in is to--to be my love?"

His long sigh sounded in the air, like a sigh, but also like a self-deprecating.

"Who is wrong with this kind of calamity? How could it be you, or the real one? Are you afraid that I will survive this calamity..."

"What should I do as a teacher now?"

"Wukong, Wukong, what should I do with you..."

Wukong's belt was only half tied, so Xuanzang could only let it loosen.

He didn't dare to touch it again.He was afraid that if he lost control for a while, if he did something terrible at that time, he would be ashamed to be this master, let alone face Wukong.

Xuanzang reluctantly put away Wukong's clothes to cover his exposed upper body, and then consciously squatted to the distance to look at the scenery.

But after a while, he couldn't help but want to see if Wukong woke up.

Strange to say, Wukong has the body of a spirit monkey, so he wouldn't be unconscious for so long after being eaten some meat, and didn't Xinyu return all the food he ate?Xuanzang thought about it, and doubts arose in his heart, and he couldn't help leaning over to observe carefully.

I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect. When Xuanzang stared at Wukong at this time, he suddenly felt that he was more beautiful and comfortable than ever. From eyebrows to nose to lips to chin, he really looked pleasing to the eye. It's all very much to his liking.

Before he knew it, his hand was on Wukong's face again.

After realizing that Wukong might be his love catastrophe, Xuanzang was in a delicate mood. He had touched his face before, but his heart was so pure at that time, full of the love of his elders, but this time Sometimes, my mind is full of inappropriate and inappropriate thoughts.

Xuanzang sighed in his heart: the effect of this love catastrophe is really terrifying!The hand unconsciously touched Wukong's eyebrows all the way to his closed eyelids, then stroked his tall nose bridge to his slightly pursed rosy lips, and then stopped.

He is obviously very good at explaining his emotions. One moment he was still struggling with how to solve the fact that Wukong might be his love robbery, and the next moment he has completely accepted that Wukong is his own love robbery.As for the so-called male and female issues, it seems that he has never been in the scope of his consideration. Before, he had no interest in women. He only thought that he was too noble and unworthy of vulgar love between men and women. He deserved to be celibate , and now that Qing Jie turned out to be a male, he can accept it calmly.

He was pressing Wukong's lips vigorously, when Wukong's drooping long eyelashes slapped suddenly, and then he suddenly opened his eyes unexpectedly.

Wukong opened his eyes, looked at Xuanzang with his head down and his fingers still on his lips, said calmly, "Why are you dreaming again", and then closed his eyes comfortably.

Xuanzang: ...

"Wukong! Don't sleep!" Xuanzang withdrew his hand very calmly, and then shouted softly.

Then Wukong opened his eyes again, looked at Xuanzang who was kneeling on the side, and asked strangely, "Master, what are you doing here?"

Xuanzang explained without changing his face: "You have dirt on your mouth, and Master is wiping the dirt for you."

"Oh." Wukong nodded his head to express his understanding, shook his still chaotic head, and slowly got up.

The sky was completely dark, and Wukong's perspective fell from the starry sky to the lake reflecting the starlight.

Wukong:! ! !

Only then did he realize that he seemed to have rescued Xuanzang under the pool.What else happened?Oh, yes, Xuanzang asked him for clothes...and fish—

Thinking of the school of fish, Wukong touched his legs subconsciously. The warm muscles in his trouser legs felt the touch of his palms, and the pain disappeared, and the muscles on his legs had grown back.

"Huh——" Wukong heaved a sigh of relief, and took a closer look at Xuanzang, making sure that he was also intact, still looking white and clean, with red lips and white teeth, and he was relieved—

Wait, what is he worried about?Didn't he make up his mind to stay far away from Xuanzang?

Damn it, he actually discovered his whereabouts.

Seeing Xuanzang's smiling face, Wukong gritted his teeth.

Laugh, he still knows how to laugh!He was like this before, with such a compassionate and harmless smile while hurting himself!This smiling tiger!

Wukong originally wanted to ask Xuanzang how he rescued himself, but when he thought of his sweet mouth and sword, human face and animal heart, he just woke up at that point, and the joy of finding that both of them escaped from death suddenly disappeared.

He didn't bother to expose Xuanzang anymore, it would be embarrassing to say too much.So he coughed lightly, and wanted to find a reason to leave on the spot: "Thank you for saving me, it's getting late, and I have some private matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave first."

"Wukong——" Xuanzang said helplessly, there seemed to be countless complicated meanings hidden in those two short words, but Wukong couldn't hear them.

He is too lazy to listen to this fake Xuanzang who has a kind face and a dark heart. If he doesn't want to be tortured to death by him, it's better to stay far away.

"Well, I still have something to do, so I'm leaving." Wukong turned around and was about to fly away, Xuanzang grabbed him by the shoulder.

"What is such an urgent matter that Wukong has to abandon his teacher to complete it?" Xuanzang's voice was filled with laughter.

Wukong felt angry when he heard his voice.

"You don't need to know about this. It's late at night, you should have a good rest. I'm leaving first, so take care!"

Wukong slowly pushed Xuanzang's hand away, not bothering to drive the clouds, so he walked straight into the depths of the forest.

He scolded himself in his heart: Are you a bitch?Why bother with that person?Does that person need you to take care of it?He doesn't need himself at all, he can get out of trouble without himself, right?Sometimes what you can do with your best efforts may not be worth mentioning in his eyes...

A deep sense of exhaustion and powerlessness rose in Wukong's heart, and the figure that was gradually walking away showed a sense of loss no matter how he looked.

At this time, Xuanzang sighed helplessly: "Alas——Wukong, Wukong, how can I tell you how you are? After all these years, your way of making excuses is still as bad as ever, and the way of getting angry is still the same. look."

Wukong's messy thoughts stopped, and his footsteps also stopped.

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Sun·Gradually Tsundere·Wukong: Hmph, pack up and go back to her mother's house o(′^`)o