Sun Wukong's face turned red and he didn't dare to open his mouth and talk easily. He especially wanted to dig out his self-esteem, throw it on the ground and let it trample on the ground without any hesitation.

There is no teacher ethics, and there is no left.

He suffered from his honest sarcasm for a long time.

From then on, Sun Wukong's status was greatly reduced, and Huang Daxian became the leader of the "little monster".

From this point on, Sun Wukong gradually regarded this kind of humiliation that might not be of much shame to others as a force. He thought to himself: "If this road is not opened, there will be another road. One day I will make you regret it."

Obviously, Sun Wukong's self-anger is so miserable and desolate.

Getting along should be equal. You should not try every means to create inequality just because of the curves of a certain person. Don’t define guidance as unlimited. Self-esteem is the most important thing for everyone.

In the bamboo house, an empty old soju pot rolled down from the table, waking up Sun Wukong who was crying in his dream.

Sun Wukong stood up, walked to the bamboo chair in the dark and sat down, picked up a glass of cold old soju, and drank it all over and said, "It's not that I'm petty, it's time to go back and take a look."

In the early morning, before the sky was dawn, Sun Wukong woke up and sat blankly until dawn.

In the early morning, Sun Wukong acted as a scrapped ceramic jar, deliberately making a jingling sound in order to make Zhu stutter.

After struggling for a while, Zhu Jieba stood up lazily, but her waist still felt a slight pain. He rubbed his hands behind his back and said, "I really need to take a closer look in my life in the future," he said, calmly looking at Sun Wukong, who was sitting on the bamboo chair, asked in a very question: "When did you get up?"

While tidying up the bedding on the floor, Zhu Jieba observed the subtle changes in Sun Wukong's expression.

Sun Wukong yawned for a long time and said, "I didn't sleep much, I was holding my mind and sat here for a long time."

Zhu stammered, jumped to Sun Wukong, touched his forehead with his hand, then made a helpless face and said, "Don't have a fever!" Then a big jump returned, continued to tidy up the bedding on the ground, and then continued, "Tell me, what's wrong with me?"

Sun Wukong said absent-mindedly: "Forget it, it won't work if you tell me. Just make your bedding well. I'll go out for a walk, and you can find a way for breakfast."

As Sun Wukong said, he picked up half of the candle on the table, threw it to Zhu Jieba, and continued, "Believe in you, my good brother." After that, he walked out of the bamboo house in a daze.

Zhu Jieba shook her head and sighed, "What should I do? A part-time chef who is still suffering! What exactly should I eat?"

Zhu Jieba stacked the quilt onto the suitcase against the wall, then sat on the bamboo chair where Sun Wukong had been sitting for a long time and thought about it. After waiting for almost half an hour, he shouted:

"I thought about it. I will eat fried tomatoes with pear this morning to clear my throat and moisten my lungs; stewed with cucumber papaya to nourish my skin and enhance my breasts; clear soup noodles are healthy and convenient. The ingredients are limited and the conditions are limited. Let's just come, the tip of the tongue that suffers!"

Zhu Jieba set up a simple stove next to the bamboo house, and then prepared a breakfast that was absolutely nauseating.

There is a fish pond fifty meters behind the bamboo house. This may have been taken care of by the owner of the bamboo house. It has been hundreds of years since then.

Sun Wukong thought that the fish in the pond were likely to have become energetics, so he did not dare to get close to it. To be more precise, Sun Wukong was afraid of water and drowned if he fell down.

Sun Wukong sat in a daze on a circular stone five meters away from the fish pond. He didn't know what he was thinking about, like a headless fly.

But he insisted on saying that he was a highly myopic eagle.

Sun Wukong stared at the sparrow on a pine and cypress tree on his left, quietly, for a long time, as if he was thinking about something again.

After a while, the sparrows on the pine and cypress trees seemed to have received some instructions and flew towards the south, chirping and looking very high-profile.

Sun Wukong instantly woke up his thoughts and whispered: "Which sparrow is standing on the most prosperous wind measuring rod in the county town, it seems that it is more valuable at this time!"

I originally wanted to think about everything simpler, and everything might be more effective, but I regretted that I used the most naive ideas.

"It's better to go and see something else, knowing that there are some things that cannot be forced." Sun Wukong stood up slowly, held his head and walked towards the bamboo house that was only forty-five meters away with a momentum.

That's it. The so-called miracle is just one's own spiritual comfort. After it is clear at a certain point in time, one must still move towards reality.

Miracles are strange traces, and there is no need for too many people to dig deeper.

After the "sourcing breakfast", Zhu stammered as if he was in a bad mood, and kept dancing his claws. He vented his depression deep in his heart with his unimaginable physical movements.

Zhu Jieba picked up a stone as big as a fist on the ground, threw it up hard, and threw it in a straight line. If he remained still for an inch, the stone as big as a fist would definitely hit his head.

When Sun Wukong saw it, he pushed Zhu stammer away and shouted loudly: "What are you doing? There is no need to be such a lack of technical content in self-injury!"

Zhu stammered his head weakly and said innocently: "Actually, I'm not testing my luck as you thought."

Sun Wukong stood where Zhu stammered just now, glanced at the stone that fell one meter behind him, and then said extremely seriously: "Stum, you are lucky, a stone with weight has changed its mass and movement trajectory because of you. You may be a celestial being."

Zhu Zaba opened his mouth in surprise at first, then moved his legs ecstatically, and said, "I was so fanatic in my heart. Could it be that I am really a god?"

Sun Wukong smiled faintly, walked to the side silently, bent over and grabbed a very blue wild flower with his hands, without any effort, he was afraid that he would pull the wild flower out of the soil.

Zhu stuttered and laughed wildly.

In this way, Sun Wukong and Zhu Jiba each had rare and strange ways of venting, and they were aimlessly venting. They both vented with great courage for a long time.

At noon, the sun was passionate, as if it was more passionate than before. Now its passion seems to be directed at Sun Wukong and Zhu Zaba. It is to let Sun Wukong and Zhu Zaba understand that they are still passionate at noon, and at this time they are a bad behavior of fearing death and still committing suicide.

"I don't care about anything else, am I too stupid to do this? Zhu stuttering smile made his expression a little stiff.
Chapter completed!