The strongest devil fruit tree in Journey to the West

Chapter 153: The Arrival of the Master of Tongtian? (One more ticket)
"Let go of me, how can a person's kiss have magic power, don't lie to me." Mingyue really wanted to twist her head away, so as not to meet Yang Yu's gaze.

But Yang Yu is very domineering, holding Mingyue's chin, just to make her unable to move, her eyes can only be connected with her own gaze, and her body can't move, so Yang Yu hugged her tightly in her arms.

"My kiss does have some peculiar magical power, don't you feel my love?" Yang Yu's face was soft, with a soft smile on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was also magnetic, deeply impacting Mingyue's heart deep in the heart.

"You...how did you fall in love with me? Neither of us have spoken to each other." Mingyue looked at Yang Yu with erratic eyes and blushed.

"Because your beauty, your character, and everything about you deeply attracted me, so I came to you at this time to tell you," Yang Yu looked at Mingyue and smiled.

"Really?" Mingyue looked up at Yang Yu shyly, her eyes flickering.

"Of course, I have conveyed my love to you now." Yang Yu looked at Mingyue and smiled.

"Oh." Mingyue blinked, and then she was about to look away, she was too shy.

"Yue'er, do you like me?" Yang Yu looked at Mingyue and asked softly.

"No." Mingyue turned her head away abruptly, her eyes were watery, her face turned even redder, and the pair of peaks on her chest began to undulate violently, which made Yang Yu very comfortable.

"Really?" Yang Yu smiled slightly, looked at Mingyue's shyness, held Mingyue's chin again, turned her head around, and then possessed her body.

"Hmm..." Mingyue's face was flushed, her eyes were wide open, her hands became weaker, her body began to feel hot, and she gradually became blurred.

After a while, Yang Yu let go of Mingyue's sweet tongue, raised his head, looked at Mingyue's blushing face with a smile, and asked, "Yue'er, do you like me now?"

"..." Mingyue didn't speak, but buried her head in Yang Yu's chest with a flushed face, her body was hot.

"Yue'er, you don't need to rush to say it, just leave with me today, you will definitely feel my love in the future, and you will fall in love with me," Yang Yu said with a smile looking at Mingyue.

"But, I'm the master's disciple." Mingyue raised her head, somewhat unwilling.

"It's okay, your master will come to ask when the time comes, and I'll just make it clear to him, and you don't have to practice with him in the future, I will teach you," Yang Yu looked at Mingyue and said with a smile.

"But..." Mingyue lowered her head, her face was flushed, she really didn't think about it.

She does have a good impression of Yang Yu now, but letting her leave with Yang Yu like this has not yet reached that level.

"Yue'er, I won't let you stay, you are my woman now, you must go with me." Yang Yu looked at Mingyue, although his face was still soft, but there was a domineering look in his eyes, which made her The heart of the bright moon trembles,
"I..." Mingyue looked at Yang Yu's domineering gaze, and wanted to defend herself.

"Huh?" However, before she could speak, a pair of red lips were blocked again, and this time Yang Yu's kiss was even more domineering, causing Mingyue to fall even more.

After another few minutes, Yang Yu raised his head, looked at Mingyue, and said domineeringly, "Come with me!"

"Hmm." Mingyue was confused for a moment, then nodded in a very low voice, and hummed.

"Yue'er, follow me, you will be very happy at all." Yang Yu looked at Mingyue and smiled slightly.

"Yeah." Mingyue nodded, her face blushing and her voice like a mosquito.

Afterwards, Yang Yu brought Mingyue to the gate of the Taoist temple, where Monkey King and others were already waiting for Yang Yu.

When they saw Yang Yu leading the blushing Mingyue walking, the faces of these people suddenly became strange.

"You... what did you do to Junior Sister Mingyue?" Seeing this, Qingfeng's face suddenly became gloomy, and a wave of jealousy and anger rose in his heart.

"She is my fiancée now, and she will leave with me today. When your master comes back, you tell him that I, Yang Yu, have taken Mingyue away and will marry her!" Yang Yu didn't take another look at Qingfeng, After just saying a word, she brought Mingyue to Dahua's side, and with a smile on her face, she asked Mingyue to sit on it, right behind Ao Xin.

"What?" Qingfeng's face suddenly became surprised, and he looked at Yang Yu in disbelief.

"Remember to say it!" Yang Yu glanced at Qingfeng coldly and left.

"Impossible, why did Mingyue marry you, it must be fake!" Qingfeng shouted angrily, with a look of disbelief.

"Let's go, let's go." Yang Yu waved to the strange-looking Tang Seng and the others, and urged Dahua to start on his way.

"Brother, remember to tell the master, don't let him worry about the old man," Mingyue finally said to Qingfeng, then turned her head to look forward, her face gradually calmed down, and her eyes became firmer.

"This..." Qingfeng knelt down as if struck by lightning, her face turned pale.

Tang Seng and others looked at Yang Yu with even weirder eyes.

In the next few days, Yang Yu didn't sit on the big flower, but just followed by, telling various jokes to Mingyue and Ao Xin to make them happy, and gave them a loving kiss before rest every day to take advantage of it.

In just a dozen days, Mingyue completely lost the strange feeling of leaving Wuzhuang Temple, and got along very well with Yang Yu and Ao Xin, even with Tang Seng and others.

From this point of view, on the journey to the west in the future, Mingyue can largely adjust the conflict between Yang Yu, Tang Seng and others.

……

And in Wuzhuang Temple, in the early morning of the second day after Yang Yu left, a person came, not the Great Immortal Zhenyuan, but a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing Taoist robes.

"Who are you? What's the purpose of coming to my Wuzhuang Temple?" Qingfeng quickly approached the Taoist priest and asked with a cold face.

Mingyue was taken away by Yang Yu, and she was scolded by Yang Yu for vomiting blood, but Qingfeng has always been resentful, and now seeing a Taoist priest of unknown origin break into Wuzhuang Temple, she suddenly felt bad.

"Is this place Wuzhuang Temple?" The Taoist asked with a smile.

"Exactly!" Qingfeng said coldly, frowning.

"A few days ago, did you visit a group of monks from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, and you scolded them?" The Taoist looked at Qingfeng and asked with a smile.

"So what? Are you with them?" Qingfeng's face suddenly turned cold, and his gaze towards the middle-aged Taoist priest was also a bit cold.

"So what?" The middle-aged Taoist smiled slightly, as if he was very surprised by Qingfeng's tone.

"May I ask you, where is the ginseng fruit tree?" The middle-aged Taoist shook his head and said.

"What do you want?" Qingfeng frowned.

"Why not." The middle-aged Taoist smiled slightly, and suddenly there was a space tremor behind him, four long swords emerged, and a murderous intent surged into the sky like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

(End of this chapter)