Shangqing Mountain.

Baicao Peak.

But so that the true love of the world is there, dare to teach the sun and the moon to change the sky!

Here we are talking about one hundred and eight, and ninety-nine, those things between husband and wife.

But every family, whether it is formed by a man or a monkey, must have the final say.

Although one hundred and eight is a majestic monkey king, a king of monkeys who leads hundreds of monkeys in the mountains and forests, and a king who wears human clothes and carries a dough-rolling stick, he is even more powerful than a tiger, but, in front of ninety-nine, one hundred and eight is not even a fart. It can be said that how successful one hundred and eight is in terms of career, how much one hundred and eight is a failure in terms of family, that is to say, it is not a question of who has the final say at all, and at home one hundred and eight has no right to speak at all.

Even if it's when the little one hundred and eight is not there.

Behind a thatched house.

Under an old tree.

One hundred and eight lowered his head, bent over, lit a fire, sat down next to him, and began to roast chicken feet.

At the same time, I am thinking, seriously, seriously thinking about my own tragic life.

"You're a piece of shit!"

"Nothing will be done!"

"My mother was blind and blinded to lard before I married you!

"Tell me what you are!"

"Smack!"

"Stupid, don't go to work yet!

......

That was just now.

Not by chance, the general situation, year after year. Month by month. Day by day. All the time, without warning, erupted.

The sword light and sword shadow, the smoke of gunpowder, what a terrifying picture!

The above is talking about the degree of sorrow, which is less than one ten-millionth of it.

In the long river of years, the lessons of blood do not explain everything, only through countless torments, beatings, and the grinding process of life and death. After countless falls, beatings, physical trauma, and mental breakdowns, an angular stone becomes sleek, that is, matures, and sums up some truth. The reason is that in the process of moving from love to marriage, you must not be too active, because how active you were at that time and how passive you are now, because initiative often represents impulsiveness, and impulsiveness often leads to stupid consequences. Because you wanted to crush people under your body for the rest of your life, and the result was that you were ridden by the neck for the rest of your life.

This is the truth, the truth. This is true for both humans and monkeys.

The fire crackled and the fire crackled, the eyes of one hundred and eight were red, the clothes were tattered, and the hair was withered, and no one knew how much one hundred and eight had suffered, how many sins had suffered, and no one had one. And the days of suffering are always endless, just like a string of chicken feet after being roasted, there are countless strings of chicken feet that are not cooked, just like when the little one hundred and eight waved his hand and left, one hundred and eight thought that the hard days were coming to an end, and thought that the two mountains that pressed on his body were like five finger mountains and finally unloaded one, but he found out, but he found that a thousand years were not enough-

Didn't you say okay, five hundred years?

One is 500 years, two are 1,000 years, not a five-finger mountain, ten fingers.

The saddest days are like this for both humans and monkeys.

Or rather, Jiujiu is pregnant again.

Because of this, he is irritable, moody, and completely unreasonable, as if it was all a hundred and eight mistakes.

Is this one hundred and eight wrong?

No, obviously not, one hundred and eight didn't mean it.

The small trouble has not been solved, the big trouble is coming, this is the one hundred and eight now, the dark life.

These, if it's just like this, then one hundred and eight can still be endured.

The most unbearable thing for one hundred and eight is that one hundred and eight doesn't know whether the child in the belly of ninety-nine is one hundred and eight.

I can't bear this.

"Say, whose child is this?"

"Say, you say, whose child is it!"

"If you don't speak, you're weak-hearted, hahahaha, you're weak-hearted! Jiujiu, you look at me, look at my eyes-"

"One hundred and eight, you're sick. ”

"Yes, I'm sick, I'm sick! I saw you and him eyebrows, I knew that you and his old relationship was unforgettable, I knew, I knew! It's him! It's him!

"Well, I'll admit it, it's him. ”

......

"It's him, what's the matter?"

......

But who doesn't understand?

What kind of life is it to serve your pregnant wife, who is not your own child in her belly, who never abandons her, and works hard and complains?

What kind of realm is this?

Chicken feet, roasted.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, a total of seven chicken paws, worn on a sword.

One hundred and eight stood up.

Chicken feet are roasted for Jiujiu, and the children in Jiujiu's belly, because of love.

And the sword is used for revenge, kill the adulterer, between love and hate, one hundred and eight will finally break off with him!

One hundred and eight sighed, dusted off the soil on his shirt after dusting his buttocks, and walked to the thatched house in the cold and howling cold wind, carrying a string of chicken paws on his sword.

What kind of realm is this?

In any case, it is higher than the sky, but the realm is always comparative: "One hundred and eight!"

Without warning, Jiujiu turned out and carried a kitchen knife: "You didn't put spicy seeds!"

Spicy?

One hundred and eight's face changed greatly: "I'll let it go!"

Actually, I forgot, so one hundred and eight is retreating: "I'll let it go! Really let it go! Don't come here!"

Jiujiu was holding a kitchen knife, shyly on his stomach, like a leisurely stroll, and smiled: "You fart!"

One hundred and eight retreated to the fire, held the sword in both hands, and shouted: "I didn't lie to you!

Jiujiu sits, separated from the fire, and sits opposite him: "You are not, even if you are clothed, you can't walk on two legs." ”

After staying for a long time, one hundred and eight lowered his hand and said gloomily: "I was wrong, I didn't put spicy seeds." ”

As he spoke, he reached into his arms, touched a small bottle, bit the cork, and sprinkled it twice: "Look, this time, it's always okay, right?"

"Phew!" there was no sincerity at all, and Jiujiu was immediately furious: "Put it like this, you can taste a bird!"

"Yes, yes, that, now, this can always be ......" One hundred and eight nodded repeatedly, grabbed the bottle and sprinkled it violently, and the red pepper noodles were like rain and mist: "Ahh

"I'm sorry!" Jiujiu became more and more annoyed, and spat again: "Put so much, you want to kill the old lady!"

You see.

One hundred and eight was stunned again, his brows furrowed, and he felt embarrassed in his heart: "Ah chirp!"

"Forget it. Jiujiu sighed: "I won't eat it, I want to eat pears." ”

Eating pears?

That's it, one day at a time, and the taste is called a Diao: "Sour?"

"The green-skinned, green-skinned pear, the one with a slightly astringent taste, is particularly sour. "Ninety-nine Dao.

"Now, however, it's about winter...... "One hundred and eight, looking around blankly.

"Go!" Jiujiu touched his stomach, impatient.

One hundred and eight was speechless any longer, leaned down and put down the sword with the red chicken claws strung with it, picked up a shabby straw hat and put it on his head, and went.

Day in the middle of the day.

There is a tree not far away.

There was a monkey behind the tree.

The monkey was still one hundred and eight, one hundred and eight hidden behind the tree, standing, with his back to the tree, and from time to time probe-

Look at the fire, look at the ninety-nine.

Teary-eyed.

This is not a question of pears or pears at all.

Even if it is the stars and the moon on the other side of the sky, one hundred and eight can be picked up for her, the key is, there is also him.

This is an inseparable question.

It was an excuse that ninety-nine was going to break up one hundred and eight to meet her old lover, the adulterer.

Pears in winter, especially on the trees, fresh pears are hard to find, harder than picking the stars and the moon, that's an excuse.

"No matter how sour the pear is, it can't be sour with vinegar!"

"No matter how green the pear skin is, it's no more green than this hat on my head!"

"Don't catch me!"

What really makes one hundred and eight feel painful, and what is extremely entangled is that one hundred and eight doesn't know what kind of thing ninety-nine will give birth to!

Equine monkeys?

Or a monkey horse?

The truth is that one hundred and eight, after the birth of little one hundred and eight, has never been with ninety-nine at all.

Not once!

Whose fault is this?

Who's higher?

By the way, I forgot to say that the old lover of Jiujiu, or the adulterer is a horse.

It's called Qingyun.

Isn't it ridiculous! Ridiculous!

One hundred and eight questions are speechless, and there are no tears to cry, don't you know that more bizarre things are still to come-

"Boom!" (To be continued......)