Yang Jian and Sun Wukong

Sun Wukong's words had no beginning and no end, the fox didn't react for a while, and opened his mouth wide in surprise after he figured it out. "A man? Could it be that Brother Stone is looking at... Actually, it's nothing... Haha." The fox laughed a few times.

"You mock me?"

"No." Fox repeatedly denied.

"No or dare not?"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no." The fox groaned inwardly after being tortured, "Actually, there are many such in the mortal world. We have many beautiful young ladies in Zhaixingfang..."

Monkey King interrupted: "If the other party is a man, what should we do?"

"Ah, this is the same, it's also very simple, ha, ha ha..." The fox couldn't even laugh.

Sun Wukong said: "Get me a little girl."

The fox suggested: "Get a young lady, why don't you go and see it. Please come with me."

Sun Wukong followed the fox to a secret room, which was used to monitor the whole boat, and he could see what happened in any room.Brothels generally have such facilities, but they never thought that one day, such facilities would be used to learn how to love men.The fox picked out a room where the servant waited on the guests, adjusted the angle, and signaled to Monkey King.After getting Sun Wukong's approval, he stepped back and stood outside the door.

After a cup of tea, Sun Wukong came out of the room, nothing could be seen from his expression.The fox didn't dare to say much, and stood aside with his hands down.

Sun Wukong has been out for too long and wants to go back.In order to thank the fox, he pointed out the mistakes and omissions in the fox's practice, gave the fox a monkey hair, and taught him a set of unique quick success methods.Thank you Fox.Sun Wukong asked not to tell what happened today, and the fox agreed.

Sun Wukong returned to the farmhouse on a cloud, and found the formation in Yang Jian's house as soon as he entered the yard.Sun Wukong didn't do anything else in these years, only fighting, his Taoism is not as good as Yang Jian, but he has rich fighting experience, and he can tell from the unusual mana fluctuations in the air that there is a formation in the house.Monkey King knew that Yang Jian wanted to teach him a lesson.Since the two lived in the mortal world, they often fought and played.In the past, making Yang Jian angry would be a great pleasure for Sun Wukong, but now, he can't lift his spirits.

In Yang Jian's room, there was a faint black air swirling at the door.If you enter through the door, there must be more bad luck than good luck.There is no ambush at the window where Sun Wukong used to go.

Yang Jian, do you not want to hurt my grandson, or do you deliberately win my trust because you know you can't hurt me?

Sun Wukong looked at the undefended window, and remembered the shot that Yang Jian temporarily changed direction in the previous battle, and his mood was even more complicated.

Yang Jian, you never knew that even if my Sun Wukong died in your hands, it would be fine...

Monkey King didn't jump out of the window as usual, he pushed open the door and walked in.

The moment the door was pushed open, the whole room shook.Wukong seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, his chest felt tight, his throat felt sweet, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Yang Jian hastily withdrew his mana and withdrew the formation.Sun Wukong vomited blood, his face was pale, and he knelt on the ground.Yang Jian stepped forward to help him up: "Why don't you go through the window?"

Sun Wukong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in a strange way: "Zhenjun specially set up a formation to wait for me, how can I let Zhenjun down?"

Yang Jian noticed that Sun Wukong called him "Zhenjun", and his expression was not as casual and intimate as before. Yang Jian didn't know what happened.

"This formation doesn't hurt people's lives, and since the real king didn't set up an ambush at the window, it seems that you don't want to hurt me." Sun Wukong raised his head and looked straight at Yang Jian with dark eyes, "Then why didn't you explain it just now?"

"Yang Jian never explained."

"Why? Disdain?"

"Those who believe in me will believe me even if I don't explain; those who don't believe in me, all my explanations are unnecessary."

"It makes sense." Sun Wukong walked to the bed with Yang Jian's support and sat down, "You are always so reasonable."

Yang Jian didn't know what Sun Wukong was awkward about, so he asked, "Sun Wukong, do you believe me?"

"Yes. But you don't believe me, and you don't believe anyone."

Yang Jian remained silent.

"Can you promise me one thing?" Sun Wukong said seriously, "If one day you lie to me, don't tell me, then I will always trust you."

"it is good."

After Sun Wukong healed, he lay down under Yang Jian's service.It seems that getting injured in the battle is also beneficial, that is, let this normally indifferent Erlang God take good care of himself.In fact, Yang Jian is really easy to feel guilty. Once he thinks that he is sorry for someone, he will obey his orders and be at his mercy.Monkey King almost wanted to intentionally get hurt when the two returned to Huaguo Mountain to continue fighting...

Yang Jian tucked the quilt up for him, and looked at him tenderly: "You shouldn't think so much. You should be a happy mountain monkey, laughing unrestrainedly."

"Have you ever heard a hero say that everyone thinks that he is the most important when he is born, and when someone lives in his heart, when that person is more important than himself, he grows up , he no longer has pure happiness." Sun Wukong said.

"I've never heard of it, which hero said it?" "Monkey King Monkey King." Yang Jian smiled: "I guessed it." Monkey King also smiled, but it was a little far-fetched: "So you are the person who knows me best." He My mind is too disturbed today, and I really can't laugh as easily as before.

Yang Jian took off his coat and lay down beside Monkey King: "Sleep."

"Can't sleep." Sun Wukong opened his eyes.

If it was the past, before going to bed, Sun Wukong would sneak his hands into Yang Jian's arms to warm them up.It would be even better if he could hug Yang Jian.Yang Jian's body is very warm, and his figure is also very good, with broad shoulders, broad back, thin waist and hips, no matter where he wants to touch, he can touch it.There are advantages, if you don’t take advantage of them, you don’t take them for nothing, and if you take them, you will take them for nothing. What’s more, people like Monkey King will take advantage of them even if they don’t have advantages.

Yang Jian hated this kind of behavior. He hadn't had close physical contact with people for thousands of years, and he was very uncomfortable with being close to others.Yang Jian's leg was injured and he couldn't move, it was all thanks to Sun Wukong to take care of him, and the two slept together again at night, so physical contact was unavoidable.At first, I was not used to it, and I got angry with Monkey King because of this, but sometimes Monkey King didn't touch it on purpose, and was wronged by Yang Jian.Yang Jian blamed himself very much after learning about it.Later, the two got acquainted and often played around. Sun Wukong deliberately rubbed against Yang Jian. Yang Jian was not sure whether Monkey King was intentional or not, but always endured.As time goes by, the unsuitability becomes adaptation.Habits are terrible.As long as Sun Wukong doesn't overdo it, Yang Jian doesn't care, he has always regarded Sun Wukong as a monkey who likes to have physical contact.

Yang Jian looked at Sun Wukong, his pale and gloomy face reminded Yang Jian of snow in winter, and he felt cold when he saw it. "Ahem..." He coughed lowly, his chest heaving violently.He didn't sneak his hand over like he used to.

Yang Jian wanted to ask Sun Wukong why he was unhappy, and thought that if it was convenient to say it, Sun Wukong had already said it. Since he didn't want to say it, he had better not ask.

Sun Wukong wants to tell Yang Jian that I am sure of one thing today, that is, I like you.It turns out that I have been deceiving myself and others all the time. I know the conclusion, but I have to wait for the fox to figure it out before I admit it.Whether you are a god or a man, your identity and gender don't matter.What my Monkey King wants to do, I must do it, and the person whom my Monkey King likes, regardless of etiquette, must be pursued.But, Yang Jian, would you accept Monkey King who is also a man and a demon king?

Sun Wukong's heart began to ache again.

In the dead of night, the shadows of the trees dance.The wind gradually picked up, and the leaves were blown off and hit the window, making a "pop" sound.Occasionally, a wolf howled, adding to the coldness and desolation.In the deserted night, Monkey King suffered from insomnia for the first time.

A hand stretched out from under the quilt, first shook Sun Wukong's hand, then slowly brushed Sun Wukong's back, and gently mosuo.

Sun Wukong turned his face away, the man's handsome face was close at hand.His breath was blowing on his face, just like blowing on his heart.Qingyue's voice sounded: "If I hold you, will you be able to fall asleep?" Nuan's body leaned over and wrapped her arms around her waist.

Sun Wukong buried his head in his arms: "Yang Jian, I...I hurt..."

Immediately after speaking, he felt a stream of thick and pure magic power continuously coming from Yang Jian's palm.

There was an inexplicable emotion surging in Sun Wukong's heart, wishing that time would stop at this moment forever, rubbing his head back and forth in Yang Jian's arms.

It made Yang Jian laugh: "Don't make trouble, why are you like a puppy?"

Sun Wukong said: "The animals in the mountains all hug each other to sleep. Look at those chickens and ducklings, they gather in groups during the day, and huddle together to keep warm at night."

"Are monkeys too?"

Sun Wukong didn't even need to beat his stomach when he lied: "Of course." He curled his lips aggrievedly, "So I can't sleep well because no one hugs me these days."

Yang Jian laughed and said: "Snoring loudly at night, does it mean that you can't sleep well?"

"It's just that I can't sleep well, I can't sleep well!" Sun Wukong rubbed Yang Jian's chest vigorously, "I was injured, and you still..."

Yang Jian quickly patted him on the back: "Okay, okay, it's my fault, go to sleep." Yang Jian's voice was softer than ever before, "I've been holding you tonight, huh? How sleep hurts you It’s good, sleep on it, and the injury won’t hurt when you wake up tomorrow.”

Sun Wukong took a deep breath, his whole body was surrounded by Yang Jian's unique breath, which made him reluctant to sleep.

"Yang Jian, has anyone ever told you that you are gentle?"

"No, many people say I'm vicious." Yang Jian felt that Monkey King's thinking was strange, so he smiled.

"They are blind." Sun Wukong complained for Yang Jian.

"I also think I'm pretty ruthless." Yang Jian teased Monkey King.

"That...that's because you are only cruel to yourself, and you are gentle to others. You can tolerate me being so unreasonable. "

"You're okay. The third sister was naughtier than you when she was a child." Yang Jian recalled his younger sister with a sincere smile on his face, "She also asked me to coax her to sleep every night, and even sang to her."

"I want to hear it too! Sing it! Sing it!"

Yang Jian looked helpless: "You are not a child, you are hundreds of years old, and you are a demon king, don't be willful, Monkey King."

"Don't call me Sun Wukong!"

"Huh? What's that called?" Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Ah, you can raise your eyebrows!" Sun Wukong yelled, stroking Yang Jian's eyebrows, "I discovered a new expression of yours again!"

Yang Jian sighed, wanting to cover his ears or perform a gag.This monkey is like certain flowers and plants, which just wither for a while, and then shine brightly when given some sunlight.And you don't know why he is brilliant, just like you don't know why he is wilting.He was always inexplicably happy, for example, because he raised his eyebrows, he couldn't stop laughing.

Yang Jian misses the listless but quiet Monkey King just now.

"Call me Wukong from now on!"

"Alright, Wukong, go to sleep."

Sun Wukong could hear the tiredness in Yang Jian's voice, seeing Yang Jian closed his eyes, he was very peaceful.The moonlight poured down through the window, Yang Jian's face flickered, and there was a desolate silver glow slowly flowing.Bewitched, Sun Wukong stretched out his hand and touched Yang Jian's eyebrows, eyes, and straight nose...

Yang Jian opened his eyes and glared at him.

Sun Wukong grinned at Yang Jian.Yang Jian could only sigh and close his eyes again.

Monkey King no longer touched Yang Jian's face.His eyes fell on the Adam's apple in front of him, it looked very attractive... couldn't help sticking out his tongue and licking it.Yang Jian immediately opened his eyes.Sun Wukong obviously felt Yang Jian's anger, and hurriedly pretended to be afraid of being wronged.In order to be realistic, he coughed a few times.

Yang Jian softened at the sound of Monkey King's cough, and looked at Monkey King with guilt. "Does the injury still hurt?" Yang Jian asked softly.

Sun Wukong nodded, and said painfully: "My chest hurts, rub it for me." He said and tore open his skirt.

Yang Jian reached in and rubbed Sun Wukong's strong chest.

"Go down, to the right... yes, yes, that's right there!"

Yang Jian noticed that his hand was resting on the protrusion on Sun Wukong's chest, and the little red thing had hardened, and it was right in the middle of his palm.Sun Wukong's breathing was much heavier, almost to the point of moaning.Yang Jian instantly understood something: "Sun Wukong! You are looking for death!" He raised his palm, the palm glowed red, and he was about to chop.

Monkey King said: "It's not what I want, anyway, you have hurt me twice, hit me if you want to hit me, I will never fight back." Monkey King turned his head away, gritted his teeth, and looked very wronged.

The red light in Yang Jian's palm disappeared, and he closed the skirt of Sun Wukong's loose clothes, and carefully tied the belt for him. "Forget it, go to sleep, and don't think about that in the future."