"Even if it is stuck, it is perfect. It's as fake as it's really perfect, right?" Bull Demon King's deep eyes contained a kind of tragic tragedy, although there was nothing to be tragic.

I don’t know if anyone understands the meaning of “building houses on the land of flowers falling”. If you understand it, you are wise, and if you don’t understand it, you are smart people.

The tailor shop in the town is still so elegant and so peaceful when it comes to Jujunshe. This is the same, but the only difference is only one person.

Hua Yin became haggard, not only because of her relationship with Sun Wukong, but also because she began to worry about something.

"Should I look for someone else?" Hua Yin leaned against the corner of the wall, her inner entanglement clearly visible on her face.

Hua Yin has a stepmother who is as old as her. She has been married to her father Yangzhuang for two years. Hua Yin’s stepmother is Li Zi'e.

Li Zi'e's whole body exuded an unfamiliar atmosphere, and she spoke like a puppy that was less than a month old. She blew out a strange dialect and said, "Guoguo, it's all big. Hurry up and find a rich man to marry. I think Zhang Dashu, who bought mutton in the front street, is good."

Hua Yin rolled her eyes at Li Zi'e and said, "You think people have to be like you. Zhang Dashu is over 60 years old, so it's almost the same as being a grandfather."

Li Zi'e shrugged her shoulders and said, "Guoguo, don't say that. It's not a precedent for me to marry your father in this world. It's popular. You have a bigger experience, and it's the same for anyone to marry."

Hua Yin's face was covered with disgust and said, "Li Zi'e, I'm really annoying to you. Even if you talk to you, it's disgusting. How can you be shameless? I can't control how you marry someone who is thirty or forty years older than you, but I don't pretend to be an adult with my aunt. When I was an apprentice in a private school, you still ate in your mother's arms? It's full of fox smell. Go and don't disturb my aunt's breathing."

Li Zi'e shook her hand angrily and said, "Hmph, I haven't seen you," she twisted left and right and walked out the door, which was a very ancient brothel style.

Just as Sun Wukong was about to rewind his character memory, his new character suddenly came to him again.

Swish.

Passing through an extremely black whirlwind black hole.

Sun Wukong and Niu Demon King came to a place called Baidu County.

Everything in this place must be unfamiliar, but for Sun Wukong, it is a familiar feeling. It looks like Haifeng County.

It should be exciting to experience the sudden character with the name of Sun Wukong.

Although he did not have the consciousness of another Sun Wukong.

In the silent and cold Baidu County, the ever-changing Huahualiu Street is a place where the 22-year-old Sun Wukong, who longs to become a singer of the spirit god and a hero in people's hearts, loves to wander around and find so-called inspirations, think about what to sing, and what to sing the thoughts and the connotation of sings can quickly become popular.

Especially at Huahualiu Street at night, Sun Wukong couldn't help but love the dizzy and dazzling lanterns, the screaming Baihua Lane, the whistling opera hall, and the gambler in Kazakhs.

Perhaps this noisy thing can give Sun Wukong a little comfort to the withered mood of a spiritual singer for a long time?

It was still Huahualiu Street, or at night, Sun Wukong's figure appeared in front of a very narrow fortune telling hall on the easternmost part of Huahualiu Street.

Sun Wukong sat on a very short stool, staring with big longing eyes, and looking desperate, and asked a shriveled fortune teller sitting in front of him.

"Master, let's calculate for me today. When will I become famous? I have been selling miserable, pretending to be cute, funny, shaking my head, singing and waiting on the curb, playing beggars under the bridge hole, pulling a cart and doing all the heroic routines, and others can become popular, why can't I become popular? Master, I dream of becoming a super big spirit singer!"

The old fortune teller pulled his beard with his hands, closed his eyes halfway, shook his head and said slowly, "Young man, you have asked this question here for fifty times. To be honest, you are not tired of it. I am tired of it, even if you ask something else, such as marriage?"

Sun Wukong shook his head and asked persistently: "Master, I am not interested in anything else. I just want to know when I will become famous."

"Oh!" the old fortune teller sighed, "Young man, you are too obsessed with it. This person's fortune is not a hurry. I advise you to be at ease and you will soon be as you wish."

"Soon? Not long after, again! Master, I want to know a very certain day. After all, I am already eating dirt at the moment." Sun Wukong said anxiously.

"Eat dirt?" The old fortune teller was stunned.

"Eating soil is..." Sun Wukong wanted to explain, but he stopped talking. After all, speaking mentally ill words to an elderly man in the Song Dynasty is as difficult as forcing a cat to learn to bark.

"Master, don't worry about what eating soil means. The key point is to tell me when it will be popular soon. I can prepare to spend money. I also have a big girl, a little wife, and a little girl, a little Langnie...!"

The old fortune teller looked at Sun Wukong's almost crazy state and hurriedly stopped him and said, "Young man, listen to the advice of the uncle. Don't ruin yourself at a young age. The old saying goes, there are other roads that are not open to this road. There are tens of millions of roads, and you can't hang yourself from a tree..."

Before the fortune teller could finish his speech, a voice that sounded about thirty years old struck the fortune teller.

"You are right, you can't hang yourself from a tree. Try to change to other trees, such as willow, peach, pear, arithmetic, and functions."

After saying that, he laughed and then a 1.7-meter-old man, holding a small smoke snake in his mouth, squatted in front of Sun Wukong and the old fortune teller with a smile.

When Sun Wukong looked at the man, he gave him a look in disgust and said, "Damn! Bull Demon King, go there, make trouble, fortune telling!"

The Bull Demon King curled his lips and glanced at Sun Wukong without saying anything to him, and half of his words stuck in his throat. His expression was a bit uncomfortable, and then he put his mouth close to Sun Wukong's ear and whispered: "I say you, the Great Spirit God Singer..."

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, damn it! It's actually piercing 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.
Chapter completed!