"Sun Wukong can't go back anymore, so I can only ask you to accompany me as a traveler. Regardless of the world, find more mountain and water cliffs, and we can enjoy the tranquility."

All this happened so disgusting. Although it was arranged in advance, I always felt very disgusting.

"Haha~~Yes, let's say it first, don't say it's too happy, haha~~ This is what I can't hold back."

"Of course, I must hold it in."

After saying that, Sun Wukong and Bull Demon King laughed wildly on the top floor of the highest building.

The onlookers who stopped and watched each other with their own thoughts. You said, he guessed what posture Sun Wukong and Bull Demon King landed on the ground.

On the second day, a tabloid headlined, "Popular singer Sun Wukong fell in love with his agent Niu Mowang over time and was about to elope."

Sun Wukong coughed twice and couldn't help but explain: "Legendly, when the temperature in the "Nongjiao Forest" is only 500 meters away from Quanshi Mountain, when the temperature is the highest every day, standing on a huge rock called "Yuechi" in the center of "Nongjiao Forest", it is easy to see the scene of the unknown immortal preaching to the unknown shepherd boy. This situation will appear on the back of Quanshi Mountain."

Sun Wukong coughed twice again and continued: "In this way, as long as the prescribed time, location and direction are mastered, the eyes will suddenly turn into a turning technique at that time, and see the scene of an unknown immortal preaching to an unknown shepherd boy on the back of Quanshishan. Although this sounds a bit incredible, it does happen."

A small shop selling spiritual god sound box still holds the famous spiritual god song "Evil Dog" from a few years ago.

"Evil dog, please don't grin and grin,

Evil dog, please don’t shake your head and shake your tail..."

Although Sun Wukong was quickly out of breath in just one month, Sun Wukong's song of the Spirit God is still wild and unruly.

A carriage surrounded by black carriage carried Sun Wukong and the Bull Demon King drove towards the legendary Quanshi Mountain and Nongjiaolin.

Inside the car, Sun Wukong snored louder than the various sounds produced by the driving of the carriage.

Sun Wukong was finally tired and suffered physically and mentally for a while. He was inevitably called the Bull Demon King who was driving the carriage, and was relieved and his hearing was seriously disturbed.

The Bull Demon King opened the Spirit God Box and put on a song written the day before Sun Wukong announced his withdrawal from the Spirit God Music World. He gave a brief audition, but the sound was not too late to be processed, and it was easy to hear the stuttering sound.

"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...!"
Chapter completed!