"It doesn't have to be, if the princess really doesn't want to, the poor monk won't be reluctant, it's just ......"

"But what?"

"It's just that the little dragon and the princess have been together day and night in this black water river for more than a year, if the princess is still perfect, can anyone believe it?"

Chen San thought that in this era of Journey to the West, whether it is a human, a demon, a fairy or a god, they should all attach great importance to the name and festival, and this Heishuihe princess will probably let go of her unrealistic and vain ideas and be a husband and wife with Xiao Yulong in a down-to-earth manner.

But after all, I still think about this world too beautifully.

Princess Heishuihe smiled: "Even if I have a husband and wife with him, what if I am married?" The holy monk is so determined that I can't find another good person? ”

Chen San was indeed surprised, but seemed to be able to understand.

It seems that the name festival really can't be used as a shackle to restrain women's pursuit of happiness.

But seeing that Princess Heishuihe said it so lightly, I felt that she looked at chastity as ordinary as eating and drinking, and this attitude made Chen Sanyi difficult to accept.

The three views have not collapsed, but they have been slightly cracked.

......

The words were divided into two ends, and the little white dragon stepped on the road to the West Sea, looking at the more and more familiar scenery, but his mood gradually became heavy.

The spring grass is still green, but the old man is gone.

Mother is mortal after all, a hundred years have passed, and the little white dragon has even forgotten what his mother looks like.

But in the village on the shore of the West Sea, the stones on the shore are still there.

Xiao Bailong remembered that it was a place where his mother would go every day, and he would stand there for a long time, just wanting to take a look at Ao Yan, who had turned into a teenager in the past.

Although there are a few days every year to return to the West Sea Crystal Palace, I can't see Ao Yan a few times.

Men in the world are the most affectionate, Ao Yangui is the master of the West Sea, enjoying all the glory and respect, how can he give up thousands of new loves for a mortal woman.

Little Bailong's mother is selfish and can't see others share her husband's love.

But this selfishness is human nature.

Since his mother died of depression, Xiao Bailong has no affection for Xihai, and all that remains is indifference.

An indifference colder than the sea in winter.

was so indifferent that the little white dragon had obviously arrived in the West Sea, but he didn't want to touch the water of the West Sea.

Seeing the Yaksha from afar, Tengyun flew over and stopped above the Yaksha's head, without saying a word.

Yaksha felt that the person in front of him was somewhat familiar, so he asked, "Your Excellency, ......?"

"I'm Ao Lie."

At the level of Yasha, he obviously didn't deserve to know that Xiao Bailong had been disguised as a man since he was a child, so he was stunned for a moment.

But he still has an impression of the little white dragon's voice.

"Three...... The Third Prince......"

Yaksha didn't know what to call the little white dragon anymore.

The little white dragon didn't say much to it, and said coldly: "Annoyance is passed on to Ao Yan, I am ordered by the Holy Monk of Dongtu to come to pass the word." ”

Yaksha hesitated, and one rolled over and dived underwater.

After about a cup of tea, a row of huge waves rose in the sea, and in the midst of the surging waves, Ao Yan floated to the surface surrounded by more than 1,000 water tribes.

When father and daughter meet, they also see enemies.

But Ao Yan still took into account the current identity of the little white dragon, and bowed slightly: "What does the holy monk want you to convey?" ”

The tone was as cold as the little white dragon.

The little white dragon's eyes were full of disgust, so he looked at the vast sea and said softly: "Cousin Long made a disaster in the Heishui River, robbed the river god's mansion, occupied the river god's daughter, and killed hundreds of living beings in the Heishui River. ”

Ao Yan's face was gloomy: "If the dragon is evil, the holy monk can take action, what's the use of letting you inform this king?" ”

Xiao Bailong said: "Master said, Cousin Long is so reckless, there must be someone behind him to instruct him, and the bell must be tied to the bell, since he went out from the West Sea, he should be properly disposed of by the West Sea." ”

Truly.

The little dragon went to the Heishui River, and it was indeed instructed by Ao Yan.

But he never let him occupy other people's water mansions.

But everyone who knows this kind of thing understands.

He knew that there was already a river god in the Heishui River, but he still asked the dragon to go to cultivate his body, didn't he make it clear what he wanted the dragon to do?

What kind of character does the dragon have, how can he, who is an uncle, not know.

But Ao Yan and that Ao Guang can be called the same dog, he categorically will not admit this kind of thing, and when he heard the question in Xiao Bailong's words, he immediately took the lead: "There is no evidence, you don't want to declare personal vendetta and frame this king." ”

Xiao Bailong smiled coldly: "I'm just here to pass on the word, if you have anything to say, tell my master yourself!" ”

The "rebel" who was easily handled by himself in the past, but now he used such a tone to talk to himself, or in front of so many people, Ao Yan's old face was a little unbearable, and he was about to have a seizure, and he saw the little white dragon open his mouth again.

"Master also said that if the Dragon King insisted on protecting Mingzhe and ignored the matter, he had no choice but to escort Cousin Long to Heaven and inform the Jade Emperor of the truth."

A mighty man in gold armor beside Ao Yan stepped forward: "Third sister, are you threatening your father?" ”

The little white dragon looked at the man and was slightly moved: "Big brother is serious, the dignified Dragon King of the West Sea, how dare I threaten at will?" I'm just a substitute teacher, and the rest has nothing to do with me. ”

Hearing this, Ao Yan snorted coldly, and raised his dragon beard slightly: "You rebel girl, don't think that if you are in the hands of the holy monk of the Eastern Land, you can sneer in front of this king!" ”

The little white dragon is not afraid at all: "The dragon king is high, whatever you think, I have already brought the words, and I will leave, but I still want to remind me that if I return in vain, when the senior brother comes in person, I am afraid that I will not be as kind as me." ”

As soon as he heard Sun Wukong, Ao Yan's face instantly turned blue, and the fear that had been engraved into his soul in the past clearly appeared again, and the momentum on his body suddenly dissipated, as if he was looking at the prince Moang on the side.

Mo Ang arched his hand and said, "Father, why don't I go to the Heishui River with my third sister and bring my cousin back, so as not to hurt the harmony between my father and the Buddha." ”

Although Ao Yan was reluctant in every way, he was afraid of Sun Wukong's strength and Lingshan's face, so he finally nodded helplessly.

When the little white dragon saw that the mission was completed, he stopped lingering and turned back.

......

Blackwater River, the princess's boudoir.

Chen San and Princess Heishuihe were in the same room, inadvertently looking at each other, and then invariably turning their heads to look away, and so on several times, the atmosphere was awkward and delicate.

In the end, Chen San tentatively walked to the side of the bed and sat down on the other end.

Princess Heishuihe also looked nervous, her pink fist tightly pinched the corners of her skirt, and her chest rose and fell slightly.

"Holy monk, you are not ......"

Chen San waved his hand: "Don't misunderstand, the poor monk has stood for too long, and his legs are numb." ”

Princess Heishuihe smiled embarrassedly: "I don't think the holy monk's cultivation is weak, how can he be like a mortal, with numb legs and weak feet?" ”

Chen San couldn't help frowning: "It's true that the poor monk's legs are numb, where can he start with soft feet?" ”

Princess Heishuihe didn't believe Chen San's words, only when he was in the same room with him, he suddenly opened his mind, and regretted that he rejected him.

Sure enough, no man could escape his palm.