The Monkey King

The smile of the wind chime can't help but make the monkey a little crazy.

This girl is so clear that no impurities can be seen, and she is so kind that it makes people feel heartbroken.

The monkey looked up at the hazy sky for a long time, then lowered his head and asked: "Is this road difficult? I didn't even have time to ask you yesterday. I have walked this road. It is bitter, difficult, and very far."

He pursed his lips and said, "It took me ten years to complete the journey. The mood I felt on the road is still fresh in my memory."

Feng Ling shook his head and smiled quietly: "Feng Ling is very lucky. I met a kind old gentleman who helped me along the way. But... I would rather he didn't help me, so that I can understand your mood better. ”

The wind chime raised its head and smiled a little silly.

"sorry."

"kindness?"

"You didn't have to go down this road."

This is a silly girl. She is originally from a completely different world from herself. What kind of fate can bring each other together?

Unfortunately, no matter what, Monkey can only live up to this fate in the end.

Feng Chime smiled and did not answer. He was silent for a long time before speaking again.

"monkey."

"kindness."

"Can I live here from now on?" Feng Ling turned around and asked seriously.

Monkey paused, smiled and nodded: "Okay, this will be your home from now on. Live here until you don't want to live there anymore."

"Thanks."

The monkey frowned, as if to break the awkward atmosphere, he looked at the wind chime with a smile and said, "You never said 'thank you' to me before."

"You are the king now. They all respect you." Feng Chime pointed at the monsters who were carrying stones in the distance and said, "You are their support."

"That's them. You don't have to. Just treat it as the same as before. I remember you used to hit me on the head with a whisk."

"Really? Can you really be as careless as before?"

"Really." The monkey nodded.

Feng Chime's face was filled with happiness, and she pouted. He walked two steps faster and bumped into Monkey's side: "Then am I really going to be the same as before?"

The monkey picked his ears: "How many times do you want to ask?"

Feng Chime's face turned slightly red, and she reached out to hold Monkey's arm, tilting her head and leaning on Monkey's shoulder.

This surprised the monkey.

He looked around in panic, only to feel relieved when he realized that there wasn't even a single monster in sight.

This...should be something only couples do, right?

But what is his relationship with the wind chime?

The wind blows gently, shaking the green leaves on the branches in the mountains, bringing the feeling of time passing.

The wind chime quietly cuddled up to the monkey and walked slowly along the way.

After walking for a long time, the monkey stretched out his hand and scratched his nose and said, "It didn't seem like this before..."

"Who asked you to send me a letter with no content like that? I thought it was to report that you were safe, but in the end, even the only sentence was false. Can you imagine my mood at that time?"

Monkeys are indeed insensitive to emotional matters, but they are not fools either.

But what else can he do besides pretending to be stupid? To refuse or to accept?

This love will never be repaid in this lifetime...

Time passed bit by bit, and he hesitated. After hesitating, he finally spoke.

"Um, Wind Chime, there's something I have to tell you."

"Yes." The wind chime narrowed its eyes slightly and was led by the monkey.

"I have a wife, I had it a long time ago." He said. Monkey quietly glanced at the wind chime, and she still leaned quietly on Monkey's shoulder.

Walking to a place with people, the wind chime quietly let go of the monkey's hand and fell behind.

"Are you talking about Sister Yang Chan?" Feng Ling still had a faint smile on his face.

"No." The monkey shook his head: "It's another one."

"what is her name?"

"Call...queer."

The wind chimes were silent. After a long while, she took a deep breath. Blinking her blue eyes, she asked, "Is she also in Huaguo Mountain?"

The monkey shook his head slowly: "She's not here. Before I arrived at Xianyue Sanxing Cave, she...remember what I mentioned to you when I was kneeling at the door, my only friend? I owe her a lot, and I must return."

The wind chime just lowered its head and followed the monkey silently, unable to see its expression clearly.

In a daze, she felt dizzy. This journey is so long, longer than coming from Xianyue Sanxing Cave to Huaguo Mountain...

After traveling thousands of miles to reach his side, she still couldn't get into his heart.

It turns out that we are people from two worlds after all.

"When Huaguo Mountain has a firm foothold, I will go to the underworld to check the book of life and death, find her soul, and then resurrect her. She died for me, so... I want to say... Actually, I don't know what I want to say. What, but I feel that before I resurrect her, I would be ashamed to do such a thing. Even I can’t accept it...I’m sorry, so..."

He covered his forehead and closed his eyes tightly, his mind was in chaos, and he could no longer say this.

Because he had already seen the tears streaking down that downturned face.

"I understand." Feng Ling slowly raised her head, with a little sparkle in her eyes. She smiled and said, "Really, I envy her so much. If only it were me."

At that moment, Monkey's heart couldn't help but twitch.

After that, the wind chime never mentioned the conversation that day again, but the originally close relationship with the monkey seemed to be a little distant.

Under the careful care of Feng Ling and Ao Tingxin, Yang Chan's health gradually improved as time went by, and she seemed to have fully recovered. Just looking at the monkey's expression has become much colder. Except for work matters, he no longer has any unnecessary words.

After what happened to Yang Chan, Ao Tingxin seemed to have restrained himself a lot and stopped being petty.

Huaguoshan seemed to have regained its calm, and each task was progressing in an orderly manner. Due to the last killing, the cultivation level of the main monsters had also improved, but the degree of improvement was really small.

Two months later, in December, Dongsheng Shenzhou's not too cold winter came, and the news that Huaguoshan defeated Guangmu Tianwang gradually spread among the monsters.

This caused a large number of monsters who were desperate under the suppression of the Nantianmen Army to choose to flee to Huaguo Mountain. Along the mango-shaped continent, several clear southward migration routes were outlined on the map of the Nantianmen Army.

In order to control the further growth of the power of Huaguo Mountain, King Chiguo, who was in charge of the military, had to mobilize his army to disperse across the entire land of Dongsheng Shenzhou to blockade it, so that the road was filled with blood and tears.

In the world of monsters, there is no history, no culture, no traditions, no moral ethics, and no beliefs. They cannot even be called a nation. They want nothing but the hope of living.

In this black winter, they rose up to resist the heavenly army and risked their lives to attack the checkpoints just for a chance to survive. Just struggling in the face of absolute suppression only makes life a little more tragic.

Just as the ending was destined from the beginning, most of the monsters turned into withered bones on their way south before reaching Huaguo Mountain.

No one knows how much blood of monsters was used to pave this road. After five years of growth and development, this nation, which cannot be called a nation, finally shed all its accumulated blood this winter.

However, after going through the most brutal elimination, there is no monster that has reached Huaguo Mountain that is not determined, not one that is not tenacious, and not one that is not persistent.

When these scarred monsters held up their blunted knives and looked at Huaguo Mountain in the distance, roaring crazily and bursting into tears, a ferocious beast that even heaven could not look directly at had quietly taken shape.

Standing at the top of the pyramid is Sun Wukong, the most ferocious demon king in history.