"I'm going, Brother Monkey is too busy. Just after he finished his business, the monk has something to do. He's so tired!" Sha Seng heard the cry for help from the private room, sighed, and was so tired for Sun Wukong.

"You guard here, I can just go and save him by myself!" Sun Wukong said to Sha Seng and other brothers.

Sha Seng and others were about to rush into the private room when they heard Tang Seng's call for help, but after Sun Wukong's orders, they obediently stopped and kept their feet honestly.

Immediately, Sun Wukong did not dare to neglect and flashed into the private room behind him.

First of all, a small piece of rope scattered on the ground in the shallow part of the elegant room. This scene alone proves that the male servant has broken free from the rope by stepping open his legs, and then looking at the fragmentedness and cuts of the rope, it looks like it was cut open by a pair of large scissors.

Looking at the ground deep in the private room, Tang Monk, staring at his eyes full of panic, was riding under him by a grinning and a vicious face.

Tang Seng danced his hands frantically and tried hard to pinch the male servant's neck.

When he stepped on his legs, he resisted with great strength, pressing his wrist against Tang Seng's strong hands to prevent him from touching his neck.

"Wukong, what are you so stupid? Save me quickly!" While Tang Seng was busy pinching his legs, he turned his head and saw that Sun Wukong had come in and shouted at him with a scream of poverty.

Sun Wukong scratched his head, squeezed his face and said, "Master, but I don't think this situation is that you are at a disadvantage. It's obvious that you have already controlled him."

"Wukong, it's not what you see. He is playing a hooligan with me. I've been tricked by me. Don't analyze it. It's useless. Just hit him in the head and it's done." Tang Seng shouted and urged.

"But he is a human being, is it easy to start?" Sun Wukong hesitated.

"Go to the heels of your grandma's legs, Wukong, were you scared? Seeing his abnormal behavior, can you still think he is a human? I dare to bet that if he is not a demon, I am willing to carry the Heart Sutra a thousand times."

When Tang Seng shouted these words, he lifted his arms, which were pressing the male servant with his legs and hands, and he raised them up. It was obvious that Tang Seng was losing strength.

At the same time, Tang Monk rode under his body and had a slutty smile on his face. Then he screamed in a slutty voice, and then he pouted his mouth, stalking his neck and raised it up, as if he was about to whine at Tang Monk.

When Sun Wukong saw it, his eyes immediately became wide open, and a big exclamation mark popped up in his pupils:

"I'm a grass! What's wrong with this man? Seeing his face flushed, it's obvious that he was a slutty initiation. Did he have the desire to conquer him for his master? I..."

"Wukong, if you think about it again, my innocence will be ruined!" Tang Monk's shouting began to become shrill, just like the wailing in front of the tomb on Qingming Festival.

Roll around!

Tang Seng was pressed under his body by the male servant, and Tang Seng was at a terrible disadvantage. It was more convenient for him to kiss him from top to bottom.

"Wukong, are you still waiting? Wait until the unsuitable scene of the child is about to appear! Hurry up, I don't let him kiss!" Tang Seng started crying, and tears split two lines on his face.

When Tang Monk cried like this, he only found that the male servant riding on him had become even more excited. He stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, and a string of drools fell on Tang Monk's face.

He pouted his mouth even more, and his head rushed down suddenly, just five centimeters away from Tang Seng's lips.

At this time, Sun Wukong seemed to be frozen, and his eyes were standing there. He thought it was such a play, and he started to watch it.

"Wukong, what's wrong with you? I'm done now!" Tang Seng let out a last hysterical call, and closed his eyes tightly with his lips tightly.

Could it be that Tang Seng’s first kiss will be taken away by a man? Is it really possible?

Sun Wukong transformed a wooden stick and moved to Tang Seng with a whoosh. The wooden stick was aimed at the back of the male servant's head, and then his arm was raised and dropped.

A bang!

The male servant walked away and was knocked unconscious, and fainted on Tang Monk.

Unfortunately, the mouth that had spread his legs was aimed at Tang Seng's mouth. Once he was knocked unconscious, his head would inevitably fall to Tang Seng's face.

A pop sound!

The two mouths kissed each other, but fortunately, they were dizzy when they stepped on their legs and lost their sense of operation. They were only stable for a short second due to the directional relationship.

"Oh my God! I'm not alive!" As soon as Tang Seng was kissed, his whole body was immediately filled with high-voltage electricity with sparks.

He angrily pushed the male servant away, rubbed him and stood up, and like a mouse that fell into the empty rice jar, he ran around the private room and frantically.

While running wildly, Tang Monk cried with tears: "I won't live! I won't live! I won't live..."

"Master, it's not that. According to Buddhist regulations, male disciples of Buddhists cannot kiss women, but he is a man, so it's not considered breaking the precepts." Sun Wukong looked at Tang Seng running wildly and sweated helplessly.

Tang Seng ignored Sun Wukong and continued to cry around the fairyland and ran around the clan: "I'm not pure! I'm finished! I'm an incomplete man!"

"Tsk! Fuss." Sun Wukong felt that Tang Seng was bored and shook his hand, then squatted down, rubbed his eyes, opened his golden eyes, and then looked carefully at the male servant's body where his legs were spread.

But after watching for a long time, Sun Wukong didn't think there was anything wrong with his legs spreading, he was just a person.

Sun Wukong frowned and thought to himself:

"This can be concluded that my golden eyes have no doubts of failure. But when I was outside, when I was catching the bad luck, how could a roe deer demon come out of my mouth and lean over the male servant? I think he is a person, how could he say something that suspects that he is a demon? Am I schizophrenia?"

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong paused for a while and recalled his current behavioral habits.

"Wow! Maybe I'm really schizophrenia. Now my thinking is getting slow. When my master asked me to rescue him just now, I was actually slow and looked at him stupidly. But when my master called me, I flashed in very quickly. Did I also have schizophrenia? I reacted quickly and then slow?"

When Sun Wukong was thinking about problems, Tang Monk, who was not good at running, stopped due to exhaustion of lungs, walked to Sun Wukong and squatted down, staring at Sun Wukong's head with a stiff expression on his face.

Sun Wukong felt that Tang Monk was breathing beside him, then interrupted his thoughts, turned his head to Tang Monk, and said in confusion: "Master, why are you staring at my head?"

Tang Seng blinked and said quietly: "I want to take off your tight hoop."

"Master, are you saying true?!" Sun Wukong squatted and jumped upwards in ecstasy: "Master, I used to let me get the tight hoop on my head, but you won't agree to me if you die. I didn't expect that you would do it for me today. Master, you are not lying to me, right?"
Chapter completed!