My lord, your peach has dropped!

They're all gone.There is a hundred-year-old tree without spiritual consciousness here, with lush branches and leaves, leaving mottled shadows.The most amazing thing is that there are many red cloth strips hanging on it, swinging gently in the breeze.

Tao Yao picked up a new red cloth strip, gave one to Monkey King, and began to write her wish on it with magic power.

After he finished writing, he glanced at Monkey King warily: "No peeking!"

"What did you write?"

"You can't guess."

Tao Yao hung up the cloth strip with a smile, but never mentioned her wish.

As a fairy, playing like this is really boring.But Sun Wukong did not refute, but imitated him and hung up the cloth after he finished writing.

"What are you writing?" Tao Yao couldn't hold back.

"Do not say."

After seeing him hopping, Monkey King stepped forward and said softly, "I'll tell you as soon as I kiss you."

Tao Yao agreed without even thinking about it.

He leaned forward slightly, and pressed his cold lips. In an instant, his head was held down, and he fell into a soft kiss.

The luxuriant branches and leaves of the big tree covered their figures. In the breeze, the red cloth strips hugged the thick branches, floating and falling.

Monkey King's cloth strip was lifted by the wind, revealing two clear characters.

Tao Yao.

THE END