Super Hero Monk: Hormones Journey to the West

Chapter 168 Giving?

Ah this?

Is it true or false?

Tang Xuanci stared at the towering C with a look of surprise and doubt, wondering if this was the old witch they were talking about?
Could it be that she was deliberately using the beauty filter to deceive and seduce me, a twenty-year-old fresh-faced boy?
He was looking at her, and her enchanting eyes were also staring at him, as if there were thousands of words hidden in them.

Tang Xuanci came to his senses and asked them who they were and what they wanted like a rogue monk.

Zhenzhen directly made an unreasonable request, saying that her grandmother wanted to invite the holy monk to move to the side hall to talk, and asked the monkey to transform into another holy monk to deceive Wuneng and Wujing.

Tang Xuanci felt that this was more likely to happen, so he immediately looked at Lishan Laomu with a frivolous look and agreed.

Soon, the lonely monk and the widowed mother were living in the same room.

After drinking half a sip of tea, Tang Xuanci looked at the mature and charming girl who was only a few meters away from him, threw a cigarette to her, and said:

"I heard from the monkey that you are at least two thousand years old, so I will call you Li Laomei. Tell me, what do you want to do with me?"

Lishan Laomu did not take the cigarette, but continued to stare at him, as if trying to see through his soul. Then she gently opened her cherry lips, exhaled a faint fragrance, and said:

"My last name is Ying, you should call me ~Donor Ying."

Should I call?
Tang Xuanci clearly heard the hidden meaning in her words and felt very awkward. He immediately thought to Beaker:

"What should I do? She's obviously testing me, but I don't know if she and Jin Chan are having an affair. How can I convince her without revealing the truth?"

Beaker Road:
“So, you must not follow her line of thought.

“Don’t try to play the cicada; let the cicada play you.

"I suggest you just play yourself and act like a gangster."

Ah this! ?
Is it true or false?

Tang Xuanci asked uncertainly, "So I really am kidding? Are you sure?"

Beaker said, "I'm sure. Just hold yourself back a little more than usual."

To be honest, if this had happened in Chang'an, Tang Xuanci would definitely not dare to believe her.

But now, he felt that the intelligence of this beaker had undergone a qualitative change without his knowledge.

Then, he frowned and looked at the Mother of Mount Li, and suddenly laughed very wickedly:

"Haha, donor? Then what are you going to give me? A physical donation?"

As she spoke, a jade hand stretched out and grabbed the right place.

Ah this! ?
The flower branch trembled violently.

The Mother of Mount Li was obviously frightened, but she did not lose her temper or struggle to break free. She just stood there in a daze, feeling numb and tingling.

My mind was completely blank, and I couldn't utter a single word of the words of verification, probing, and questioning that I had prepared when I came here.

My thoughts are completely scattered.

Tang Xuanci remained silent and just kept testing.

Seeing that she was not angry at all, he put the cigarette in his mouth, lifted her 44-kilogram body high with both hands, and hugged her.

As soon as she entered his embrace, Lishan Laomu suddenly remembered the warm glaciers in Antarctica, the boiling Arctic Ocean, and the fiery ice cave.

At that time, she was also nestled in such an embrace, her heart beating fast, just like a young girl in love.

"Hmm~"

Suddenly, she also felt something different——

At that time, his hands were like the breeze blowing on the hills, and now his hands were like a hungry tiger gnawing on a lamb.

At that time his body temperature was like the sunshine, and now his body temperature was like the burning fire.

His breath then was life-giving, and now his breath is procreative.

Although she was almost there, and would have completely melted in a moment, an idea still popped up in her mind -

Is this really him?

At this moment, Tang Xuanci suddenly remembered the beaker's reminder:

"Okay, now let her go and find an excuse to leave." What?

Tang Xuanci said, "No way? You're only just one step away from victory, and you're still playing hard to get?"

"Yes, don't forget that you are the gangster played by Jin Chan. Playing hard to get is the least likely option."

"Uh... well."

Just as Lishan Laomu took a deep breath, calmed her mind, and planned to use her power to subdue the advancing monk...
He adopted Beaker's suggestion, lifted the mature and charming girl in his arms high, and then put it back in its original place.

Then, he shook his right hand, wiped it on his robe, put the cigarette between his lips again, stood up and said:
“Oh, boring.

"I'm 1.9 meters tall, you're 1.5 meters tall, I weigh 400 kilograms, you weigh 400 kilograms, like a little frog pulling a cart.

“You should go find a monk who is under 1.7 meters tall to donate alms.

"Goodbye, Donor Ying."

After saying that, he threw the cigarette butt into the tea, turned around and walked towards the door.

However, the call of "Donor Ying" made the girl in the messy palace skirt feel moved again.

In fact, this was the name Jin Chan had always called her, unwilling to change it.

Of course, in that dark and cold ice cave, even if she was extremely willing to open up the treasured land that had been hidden for thousands of years...

His eyes were empty and his mind was unattached.

Seeing that familiar figure approaching the door, as if about to disappear forever, the girl shouted without hesitation:

"Brother Jinchan!"

Ok?
Tang Xuanci was delighted, stopped, turned around, frowned at the girl and said:

“Love Saint Buddha?

"Are you cosplaying here?
"Why don't you go find the monkey, give it some Golden Pills, and ask it to pluck its hair and turn into some golden cicadas to play with you."

The girl ignored his teasing and stood up, dragging her long skirt over to him. She looked up at him and asked directly:

"If you weren't Brother Jin Chan, how could you have persuaded the demon monkey who wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace five hundred years ago to become your disciple?
"If you only live to be twenty, how can you become the immortal poet and music master?
"If you are really romantic, why don't you dare to ask me?"

Wow, awesome!
Tang Xuanci now thought again about the two performance suggestions that Shaobei had just given him, and suddenly felt that if he performed as she said, it would be very advanced indeed.

Even if the famous director Zhang were to come over, he would probably comment in shock: "This is a veteran actor."

He suppressed his joy, smiled disdainfully, and said:

"You've gone crazy loving the Saints and Buddhas, right?
"I don't dare to ask for it, how ridiculous! Apart from close relatives, what else would I, Tang Xuanci, not dare to ask for?

"Don't try to provoke me~"

Wow!

The palace skirt spread out and slid to the ground.

The girl was left with the same inner wear she wore in the famous movie "The City is Full of Yellow Sperm Scabs".

She looks half a year younger, but her figure is three years more mature.

Those enchanting and beautiful eyes were still gleaming, still staring at Tang Xuanci, and said lightly:

"I don't believe it. If you're not him, prove it to me now."

Damn, it’s forced by a cow~
Faced with this easy multiple-choice question, Tang Xuanci knew what to choose without asking Beaker.

Isn't this just like a female classmate asking you to squeeze into her bedroom for a night, then drawing a line in the middle of the bed to test whether you are a gentleman worthy of trust?

Tang Xuanci smiled, raised his finger and pointed at her, wanting to say something but stopping himself. He turned around speechlessly, rubbed his bald head, turned back, frowned and stared at her for five seconds...

Suddenly dive down and throw him down!

Slam her onto her long skirt.

Outside the house, the sky suddenly changed, thick clouds piled up, and soon it started to rain, soaking the ground.

(End of this chapter)