Sun Wukong said with a stern look: "Don't call me the Great Spirit Singer, I haven't achieved it yet. Call me my name, really! It's actually here to poke my heart."

The Bull Demon King shrugged his shoulders and burst into laughter, nodded quickly and continued to whisper: "Huaqing, is it funny, believe in fortune telling? If you are full, you will become mentally retarded. Fortune-telling Baba is twenty-five yuan a meal, and his fortune will still depend on his own bet. Spending this spare money is not as good as teasing the girl in Baihua Lane!"

"Get out, don't make things difficult for me, the master is very good, I will soon become popular." Sun Wukong whispered.

"Come on, who can't say such words? I can't just say it. You can just talk to this old man dozens of times. None of them are all these words. I'm sick! Let's go, and I'll sit for a while and I'll have another twenty-five cents."

The Bull Demon King muttered in a low voice, and a pair of mice kept squeezing at Sun Wukong, and shone his eyes to signal him to leave.

However, Sun Wukong's butt was nailed to the stool, and he kept silent. He also replied to the silence of the stool: "The master is a good master, the uncle is a good uncle. The old man is solving my problems with me. There is nothing else to do, I will persuade me."

"Damn, I'm stubborn." The Bull Demon King saw Sun Wukong's hopeless look and sat in the place with anger, competing with the smoke in his mouth. At the same time, he glanced at the fortune teller with anger and suspicious look.

The old fortune teller naturally could see that the Bull Demon King was particularly prejudiced to him. He was not angry and didn't care about how Bull Demon King looked at him. He smiled slightly and said to Sun Wukong calmly: "Young man, I won't go around in circles with you and keep it a secret. Just today, just go home to bed tonight, and you will have good luck."

The old fortune teller said it was very sure. Of course, the Bull Demon King believed that his statement was just to be angry with him and to compete in secret.

After Sun Wukong heard the words from the old fortune teller's mouth, his heart flew up excitedly. He began to be crazy happy, excited, and laughed, and then kept making somersaults in front of the old fortune teller. The passersby stopped and continued to scold him for a moment.

The Bull Demon King looked at the old fortune teller with his eyes that he would never believe him, and he was dissatisfied with his face.

After that, Sun Wukong was not so crazy, so he threw fifty dollars to the old fortune teller and pulled the Bull Demon King to jump to the west of Huahualiu Street with joy.

The old fortune teller looked at Sun Wukong's back as he left happily, shook his head helplessly and sighed and said in a low voice: "Oh! This child thought it was a good thing. It seemed gorgeous, but in fact it was flashy. Even if you would think it was the result of your perseverance, alas!"

After the old fortune teller finished speaking, he slowly stood up from the stool, then turned around and approached the fortune telling hall behind him.

In an alley west of Huahualiu Street, the house rented by Sun Wukong is at the deepest point. The house rented by Niu Mowang is also the same as him, and it is Sun Wukong's neighbor.

Two years ago, Sun Wukong came to Baidu County from the Yakura County, thousands of miles away, for his dream of the Spirit God Singer.

In the past two years, Sun Wukong has been persisting, from the beginning of his abundant arrival in Baidu County, and now he only has the dream of this spiritual singer.

Because Sun Wukong has been thinking about how he became famous in the Song Dynasty and became a singer of the Spirit God in the past two years, and he did not think about anything else, for example, the money he brought from his family would be less and less, until he ate dirt.

After returning to the rental house, Sun Wukong sat on the bed waiting for good luck to come.

"It's going to be popular, it's going to be popular, it's going to become a spiritual god singer!" Sun Wukong kept shouting excitedly in his heart.

The medium-sized spiritual god sundial hanging on the earthen wall made a clattering sound, and the spiritual god pointer dragged the time, making the night deeper and deeper.

When the spiritual god pointer reached midnight, Sun Wukong, who was sleepy by the bed, was suddenly awakened by his super spiritual god communication instrument.

Ding thud thud thud thud —

Sun Wukong took the super spiritual god communication instrument placed beside his pillow, looked at the golden screen, and a string of strange spiritual god numbers on it made him wonder.

"868686..., why is such a strange spiritual god number? From Jin Kingdom? Why is the place of origin not displayed?"

At the same time, on the east side of Pushan Street outside Baidu County, two tall and short figures, Hua Lala and Pu Kaka, slowly walked towards the west on the dim blue brick road illuminated by two rows of flower lanterns.

At this time, a breeze broke out. One or two dirty cloth strips that the Spirit Cleaner could not clean were blown by the wind, either swirling around Hualala and Pu Kaka's calves, or sliding casually on a certain road surface.

Hua Lala and Park Kaka walked to the west for a distance, and then stopped under the lantern corresponding to a bun shop.

When I saw closer, I saw Hua Lala, who was 1.86 meters tall and thin, wearing a black robe. He huddled his hands in the sleeves and clenched his cuffs, and his body trembled from time to time. It was obvious that this was a sign of coldness.

Park Kaka, who is shorter than Hua Lala, looks cold. Her fair and handsome cheeks are relaxed and natural. Her long ponytail was grabbed by her chest with two hands, and she kept fiddling with her fingers. Her petite body was wrapped in a pink silk robe, which looked very cute.

Under the street lights, the dimly yellow light surrounded Hualala and Park Kaka.

After the two looked at each other affectionately for a while, Park Kaka said shyly:

"Lala, where are we going? It seems that all the hotels in the county are closed! Yes?" After saying that, her face turned red. She quickly lowered her head and became embarrassed.

Just as Sun Wukong was about to adapt to the new character, suddenly, Sun Wukong saw the Arc de Spirit God again.

This sect was so familiar to Sun Wukong in the past, but how unfamiliar to Sun Wukong at this time.

That's right, Sun Wukong was going to go through the Arc de Spirit God and accept a new character.

This is meaningless and painful, this is meaningless and entangled, this is meaningless and sentimental.

...

...

"Young Master Yu, please stay calm, please be sure to stay calm. Mengpo Soup Brand Ecstasy Wine is not something you can drink with a big sea bowl. Mini wine cup is enough and it also looks romantic."

“Yes, yes, yes, and there is style.”

"That's right, the most important thing is to show your noble identity."

“…”

In the super high-end VIP room with supernatural ghosts as the theme and the scary tavern.

Three long robes and long robes, and a black bow tied around their necks. They stood with their hands protecting their belly and laying on a big wooden chair with drunken eyes and drooping their eyes, and took turns to Sun Wukong to say some words to him to drink less.

However, the famous invincible wealthy young master of Wanhua County, Sun Wukong, took the flattery and complimentary advice of these three waiters as air and ignored it.

"Damn! I'm talking nonsense with me. I'll come to your scary tavern in Mahua Town tonight, just for your Mengpo soup brand ecstasy wine. I'll let me drink it, and I'll smash your shop, dazzle!"

Sun Wukong danced with a big sea bowl with his left hand and held the big jar of Mengpo soup brand ecstasy wine with his right arm. He was willful and scattered a small-scale drunkenness to the three male waiters. He seemed lazy when he said these words, showing a drowsy look.
Chapter completed!