But when Sun Wukong saw Yang Xue, dressed in a light, sheer gown, slowly approaching his bedside, he suddenly regretted having agreed to this.
He had been thinking that after he completed his journey to fetch the scriptures, he would surely marry her in a proper ceremony and take her back to the Flower - Fruit Mountain, and only then would they consummate their marriage.
But at this moment...
He stared at the faint outline of her body beneath the pure black gown. As she moved, it had an unprecedented impact on him.
Suddenly, he felt a warmth in his nostrils.
He raised his hand to wipe and was shocked to find that he was bleeding from the nose!
Damn it! Sun Wukong quickly turned his head away and raised his hand to stop her. "Wait."
"What's wrong?" Yang Xue, who was just about to lift the quilt, looked at Sun Wukong leisurely. "Great Sage, what's wrong with your nose?"
Saying so, she offered him a handkerchief. "Here."
Sun Wukong took the handkerchief and clumsily stuffed it up his nose. "You, you, you... Why are you dressed like this? Change your clothes."
"This is my pajamas. What's the problem?" Yang Xue looked down at the pajamas she had prepared. It seemed perfectly normal to her.
She also thought the black veil was a bit sheer, so she had worn a white camisole underneath. Worried that the skirt was too revealing, she had put on a pair of sleep - pants.
She never expected that such an outfit would make the Great Sage bleed from the nose.
Tsk tsk, she couldn't help but shake her head. The Great Sage was so weak!
While wiping his nose, Sun Wukong casually turned his head and saw Yang Xue shaking her head at him with a disappointed look on her face. He suddenly froze!
Could it be that she was looking down on him?
He immediately panicked and quickly recalled the previous times they had been in the same room.
Right, how could he have forgotten? She was not only a female demon but also a girl from outer space with a strange way of thinking...
Sun Wukong swallowed hard, closed his eyes, and cheered himself up!
How could he have been so blind to such an obvious hint!
If he failed to satisfy her this time, maybe his Xue'er would really go to Liù ěr Mí Hóu!
Tonight, success was the only option!
...
In the Heavenly Court.
At the mansion of the God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming.
Yang Jian looked at the wine jars scattered all over the floor and Zhao Gongming, who was lying half - drunk on the low table. He couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
"Why are you here?" Zhao Gongming looked up along the delicate golden - embroidered boots and saw Yang Jian with a gloomy face. He got angry. "Didn't I tell you not to interfere? Why are you like a ghost that won't leave me alone!"
"If I hadn't come, the God of Wealth might have been drunk here for a thousand years and no one would have noticed!" Yang Jian picked up a wine jar at his feet, cleared the mess in front of the table, and sat down calmly. "After being an immortal for so long, I've never seen an immortal as useless as you. It's just a female demon. Why be so down?"
"She's different. Yang Xue is different... Actually, I prefer it when she's called Bai Xue. Her skin is as smooth as凝结的 fat, and she's extremely beautiful..." The God of Wealth opened his eyes, his voice full of sorrow. "But there's only that stinky monkey in her eyes."
"There are many beautiful fairies. Why are you so heart - broken because of her? If the Jade Emperor found out, he would surely punish you to be reincarnated in the mortal world and go through trials to be promoted. We don't want our God of Wealth to become a lovelorn fool with a tragic ending." Looking at Zhao Gongming with his hair in disarray, like an abandoned cat, Yang Jian fished his hair out of the wine. "You look so shabby."
"What do you know? You, the True Lord Erlang, have never fallen in love. Why come here to laugh at me?" He was wearing a moon - white middle garment, looking even thinner. The slightly open collar revealed his beautiful collarbone and fair, jade - like skin.
Yang Jian calmly shifted his gaze. "How do you know I've never fallen in love?"
"Hmm?" The God of Wealth slowly looked up and saw Yang Jian carefully combing his long hair. His slender fingers were like white jade. "Then why are you still alone? Logically, with your rank, the Jade Emperor wouldn't stop you from getting married."
"Falling in love doesn't necessarily mean there has to be a result. Moreover, the person I like has never known my feelings." He raised his hand and made a spell to dry the wine in his hair. Then he stood up behind him, gathered his hair, and fastened his hair crown.
As his fingers ran through the hair and his fingertips brushed against the scalp, a strange feeling spread through Zhao Gongming's body. He instinctively twisted his body to avoid it. "What are you doing? Get away!"
Yang Jian wasn't angry. He didn't stop his actions. "A dignified God of Wealth is so heart - broken because of a woman and has his hair in disarray. People who don't know might think your whole family died. How disgraceful!"
"Good for you, Yang Jian. My whole family is already dead. You don't need to remind me!" Zhao Gongming pushed him away. Although he had become a god, when he was still a mortal, he did have a family. Now that he had become an immortal, his former family had already been reincarnated.
"Here." Yang Jian handed him a light - gold hair crown. "Put it on."
"You're so nosy. The fairy maidens in my mansion are not as wordy as you." Although he said so, he still propped himself up and tried to tidy his hair crookedly. After drinking too much wine, he had no strength, and the hair crown fell to the ground several times.
"Let me do it." Yang Jian stood up, walked behind him, picked up the hair crown, and gently knelt behind him. "Let go."
"Chuckle—" Zhao Gongming couldn't help but laugh. "I said, God Erlang, why have you been taking care of me so much recently? Is it because seeing me, a person who can't get the one I love, makes you think of yourself?"
"No." Yang Jian sneered. "You just like her physical appearance. There are so many fair - skinned girls. Just find one tomorrow. There are so many fairies in the Heavenly Court. There must be some who are fair - skinned and beautiful."
"What do you know? Do you know that Miss Xue'er is not an ordinary girl and is different from other demons?" Thinking of the past, the God of Wealth smiled like a crazy man. The corner of his lips lifted slightly as he recalled the scene bitterly. "Have you ever seen a girl who sews corpses with her bare hands and a demon who stands up for the endangered mortals?"
"Sew corpses?" Yang Jian frowned. Somehow, he produced a wooden comb and gently combed his black hair. "Isn't she the White Bone Demon? It's good enough that she doesn't kill people. Would she still save them?"
"Although she's a demon, she's more sacred than the immortals! I once saw her pacify the souls of the dead and sew up the split corpses. She spent the whole night collecting corpses in the mass grave. She laughed at me for being an immortal and being afraid of getting into trouble so I didn't dare to interfere in mortal affairs..."
Yang Jian's movement paused slightly, and his brows furrowed tightly. "Is it her?"
"Yes, it's her. She wasn't scared at all by the stinking and rotting corpses. She didn't even frown. She held a long needle and sewed up the corpses... She even pretended to be a disciple of the Supreme Lord Lao Jun..."
Yang Jian didn't hear the rest of the words. After tidying his hair, he suddenly stood up and walked outside!
"Where are you going? I haven't finished yet..."
"Come with me to see the Jade Emperor. No... Go to see the King of Hell and tell him this in person." Thinking of something, Yang Jian turned back, pulled the God of Wealth up from the ground, and supported his waist as he walked outside.
"Why?" The God of Wealth's head was dizzy. Being pulled like this made him feel dizzy. He leaned against his shoulder discontentedly. "What are you up to? Yang Xue didn't do anything wrong..."
"She didn't do anything wrong. Don't you want to save her? Come with me to the Underworld!" Seeing that the God of Wealth was still confused, Yang Jian hooked his chin with his finger, got close to his eyes, and said word by word, "From now on, stop thinking about her. Cherish the people in front of you."