Monkey King

Chapter 102 Don't Drink Anymore

surroundings, everything.

As the power dissipated, everyone's figures gradually turned into crystal light spots and disappeared into the air.

In front of her, Zixuan, who was watching everything in her eyes, looked at Changqing, the excitement in her gaze gradually came into her eyes, but she turned her head again.

Picking up the wine jug on the table, this time he didn't use the wine glass, but poured it directly into his mouth.

Perhaps, compared to just now, her heart is the most painful at this moment.

It's over, this time really, it's over!
His cultivation had already reached this point, and he was about to become a fairy.

Mingming had always hoped that he could fulfill his wish of becoming an immortal, but why did he not feel happy at all when he got to this point.

He has come to this point, what reason does he have to pester him and stop him again, is he going to let his last life's cultivation be ruined in her hands?
Zixuan originally wanted to fall in love with Changqing before he became a fairy, when his cultivation base was not yet high, but he didn't expect the result in front of him to be like this. Before it had time to start, it was already coming to an end. How can we not make her suffer.

After waiting for a hundred years, is it really illusory at all?
Zixuan gulped down the wine.

"Zixuan..." Wanting to stop her, she stretched her hand into the air, but saw the two lines of tears falling down her cheeks, Wukong froze in place, and she cried.

Why, is she crying?
Looking at that beautiful and glamorous face, Wukong's heart tightened for some reason.

a long time.

"I'll accompany you!" Seeing Zixuan swallowing her throat and seeing her in pain, Wukong finally picked up the jug beside him.

Face to face, the two infatuated men and women began to drink heavily.

I don't know how much wine to go down, these are not ordinary wines, even spiritual power can't dissolve them, and no one wants to dissolve them, just like this, the two people who were intoxicated drank the flagon crazily.

Snapped!
The jug shattered on the ground, letting the wine splash on her feet, Zixuan let go of her hands, looked at Chang Qing in front of her, and then stepped closer.

The night passed away silently.

the next day.

Waking up from a hangover headache, Goku sat up.

In the mist in front of him, it gradually began to become clear, as if he remembered something, Wukong suddenly turned his head and looked around, but unexpectedly, there was no one, and he lifted the quilt, and he was not wearing nothing. There is also a pair of trousers.

Was last night just a dream? !
Looking at the surrounding scenery, there is no difference between it and the dream, exactly the same.

Wukong covered his head and rubbed it, then got up and walked to the side, where his clothes were neatly placed there.

By the way, what about the jacaranda?

Putting on the clothes, Wukong suddenly froze for a moment, turned his eyes, looked around, and finally saw a potato-sized object in the corner, and the jacaranda turned back to its original form.

"Jacaranda, Jacaranda, wake up! Jacaranda!" Wukong kept shaking the small fruit, but unexpectedly, it didn't respond at all.

Is something wrong?

Wukong penetrated his spiritual power, it was normal, there was no problem at all, his divine sense penetrated into it, and asked why, but the response he got was that he couldn't figure it out, Huaying refused to see him again, and called him a bad guy .

scoundrel?Why?
Wukong couldn't figure it out, so he reached out and put the jacaranda into his clothes, raised his feet and walked out of the room.

But can he not be scolded? He just had sex with Wan Yuzhi the night before, but last night, he was with another woman. Child, it's okay to watch it once, after all, it's the master, but how long has it been, and watch it again the next day, no matter how pregnant she is, she won't be able to stand this flirtatious master.

So, hate, hate, hate! ! !
The moment he stepped out of the room, his eyes were completely attracted by the figure of the woman sitting on the balcony.

(End of this chapter)