In an instant, the handsome young man in front of Tang Chan's eyes instantly turned red, and a burst of demonic aura instantly swept across the surroundings.

Tang Chan did not agree or refute.

With scallion and jade fingers, pinch up the wine pot and fill yourself with a cup again.

At the same time, fill the empty wine glass opposite.

Seeing that Zhu Bajie was not grateful for his seat, Tang Chan smiled slightly and said, "I said no, do you... believe it?"

"Did you hide my wife and children for them? Or... they have been..." Zhu Bajie stared at Tang Chan with blood-red eyes, holding the back of the folding fan's hand tightly, and the blue veins bulged.

"They're fine, let's talk to you."

At this time, Tang Chan didn't know what Zhu Bajie thought. For Tang Chan, who had been familiar with the plot of Journey to the West, Zhu Bajie was naturally a second disciple to her, so if she could, she naturally didn't want him to fall into the world like this.

When he heard that Tang Chan said they were fine, Zhu Bajie let go of his hand again.

But his eyes were still as bright as before, glaring blood red.

"There is nothing to say. Since there is nothing else, take me to see my wife and children!"

With his eyes narrowed, Zhu Bajie threatened, "Otherwise I will not let you go back to the Heavenly Palace."

"Tiangong?" Tang Chan smiled self-deprecatingly, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, "What's the best in Tiangong?"

"I don't have time to listen to you pretending to behave here! What I want is that my wife doesn't take me there, so don't blame me for being so cruel." A wave of pressure came, and Tang Chan used her spiritual power to prevent the wine from spilling out.

Tang Chan didn't know that Zhu Bajie was not obsessed with a woman of beauty like her, but only had a slow hatred.

"You idiot, I think I've given you a lot of good face!"

On the stone table, a golden light flashed beside the wine glass, and Sun Wukong appeared in front of Tang Chan.

The nine-ring tin staff was played with by Sun Wukong at will, making a crisp sound of bells.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Bajie, who was originally furious, suddenly laughed after seeing Sun Wukong after looking at him for a moment.

Sun Wukong was born with a monkey, and he was born with a fighting spirit. He looked at Sun Wukong at this time.

"Monkey, I won't fight you, after all, you... are poor people."

"You are so pitiful, you're so angry!" The surface of the tin staff in Sun Wukong's hand began to flow golden light.

"Wukong...listen to him." Tang Chan advised softly.

"Yes, master." Sun Wukong squatted on another stone bench, took out a handful of banana from somewhere, broke one of them casually, and ate it slowly.

When Zhu Bajie heard Tang Chan call Sun Wukong Wukong, his pupils shrank involuntarily, "Wukong... Haha, Monkey, you have tolerated a good master."

Some words are taboos after all, and Zhu Bajie already has a family at this time naturally will not touch the taboos.

When he saw Sun Wukong, his attitude changed so much because he knew that they could not have anything to do with her.

He took a deep look at Tang Chan.

He refused Tang Chan's invitation before, but now he sat directly opposite Tang Chan.

"I was sorry just now, it was my old pig who was unreasonable..."

He looked up at the moon again, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and slapped it all.

"Can't forget her?" Tang Chan asked.

Whether it is Journey to the West or various remakes of TV series, Zhu Bajie must have thought of the reason that made him fall, Fairy Moon... Chang'e.

So Tang Chan asked as she guessed.

Zhu Bajie naturally knew what Tang Chan asked, took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

Zhu Bajie smiled self-deprecatingly, then looked angry again, "I can't forget it, how can I forget it?"

When Tang Chan saw Zhu Bajie, he had a new impression of him. He was not as lazy and lustful as mentioned in the original work. Instead, he was surprisingly calm, and even brought some of the vicissitudes of the old people in the world.

When he mentioned his wife's childhood, he was angry. Tang Chan could understand, but when he mentioned Chang'e, why did he feel so angry again?

"I'm afraid I'll want to eat more wine today." After Zhu Bajie learned that Tang Chan was not from the Heavenly Palace, he let go and did not ask her what her purpose was, as if... he needed a listener.

"The wine is still enough." Tang Chan reached out and waved her hand and made some good wine and dishes in the system.

"No, no, the master is partial!" Sun Wukong felt a little unhappy and casually put the banana peel in his hand behind him.

He grabbed a wing, took a bite, and then picked up a pot of fine wine and tilted it into his mouth.

"Hahaha, comfortable, comfortable!" Sun Wukong was also a little surprised. It was obviously the first time he drank alcohol, so why was he so comfortable? And... he seemed to be able to drink very well.

"Hey" Zhu Bajie pinched a peanut and threw it into his mouth, making a crunch.

It was just a sound from my mouth that seemed to touch somewhere in my heart.

Two lines of hot tears slowly flowed out.

"That year... I, the old pig, was still the Marshal of Tianpeng in the Heavenly Realm, in charge of 100,000 heavenly soldiers, so majestic..."

Zhu Bajie looked up at the sky, and a trace of heroism flashed in his eyes.

"Puff...hahaha" Sun Wukong slapped his legs and laughed, "Idiot, you cheated on the master, but you can't deceive me. You are the same as a pig, and you are the Marshal Tianpeng! Hahaha."

Sun Wukong seemed to be laughing so hard that he couldn't stop.

"Wukong..." Tang Chan wanted to remind Sun Wukong, but saw Zhu Bajie waved his hand at her.

I don't mind at all that.

"That year's Peach Banquet..." I glanced at the fine wine in front of me, took a sip, and savored the mellowness of it carefully. "I, the old pig, have also drunk a little too much..."

"The conference ended, my old pig was a little staggering. Fortunately, someone supported me behind me... I didn't feel embarrassed in front of the immortals..."

"Hehe, after all, it's the first time I attended the Peach Banquet. I'm a little restrained, so I didn't refuse that person to support me." Zhu Bajie scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

"Later... I felt colder and colder... I found that this was obviously not my mansion, and it seemed that it was written in front of the door... Guanghan Palace..."

"If it were on weekdays, I would definitely guess who it was, but... I did drink a little too much that day..."

"Before I turned around, I felt a lighter behind me, as if the people who helped me all the way were sent to my palms."

"It's just the next moment, but I feel like there's one more person in my arms, and it's a woman."

"The man lay in my arms and cried softly, his behavior was filled with fragrance... I gently dragged her up, and I saw her wearing a veil."

"I took advantage of the drunkenness and pulled off her veil."

Speaking of this, Zhu Bajie picked up the wine pot in front of him and poured a pot suddenly.

"Bah!" The always-compassing scholar's appearance changed drastically in an instant, and Zhu Bajie spat on the ground vulgarly.

He continued, "That woman looks so ugly, mom..." He gestured on his face with his hands exaggeratedly.

"Here, it's like a scar that's so big, hahaha."

I don’t know if it was a smile or a discomfort, but tears flowed from Zhu Bajie’s face again.

"What do you think the woman asked me? He asked me if I like her. If she likes her, she would be willing to accompany me to become a demon."

Zhu Bajie smiled silly at Tang Chan and Sun Wukong, but they didn't say anything at all at this time, just staring at Zhu Bajie quietly.

"Hahahaha, listen, how funny... I can't be the Queen Mother, and I've been ruined by a minion again. Now I want me to take her away?"

"She said I judge people by my appearance...hey." "Actually before she was disfigured...I said...beauty is important, but what I value more is...heart...heart..."

"But!" Zhu Bajie's mood suddenly rose. "She? That smelly bitch!"

The bottle of the wine that Zhu Bajie had just finished drinking was crushed, and his body was sealed with demonic power just now.

At this time, Zhu Bajie's hands were covered in blood, but looking at the blood on his hands, he moved the wine jar beside him, reached out and slapped the lid of the wine seal was lifted away, and blood dripped into the wine jar.

Zhu Bajie didn't agree with it at all.

"Good wine, good wine!" He picked up the wine jar and raised it high...

In a trance, Tang Chan saw a majestic and rough general in front of the scholar, holding wine and drinking.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!