Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

Wen Jiao has been a cannibal for decades in her past and present lives, and this is the first time. Looking at the number of hearts here, even Hannibal would have to admit defeat. Besides feeling a little nauseous in her chest, she even feels a bit of black humor-like freshness.

She finally understood why Xuanzang had such a fierce reaction when he saw the two ginseng fruits that looked like babies in Wuzhuang Temple.

Wen Jiao's face darkened, and she waved her sleeves to brush away the fishy-smelling plate: "I have no appetite, take it away."

Ran Guo shuddered: "Then I'll find a few more strong men to sacrifice to take their hearts?"

Wen Jiao pretended to be anxious: "Heart, heart, heart, you know human nature. I've long been tired of eating this. If this dish appears on my table again in the future, I will hold you accountable!"

"Yes!" Rang Guo said quickly.

Wen Jiao stood up and said, "It doesn't make sense to allow him to wander around and not allow me to go out. Rang Guo, help me wash and dress, and then we can go out for a walk." She sneered, "I want to see what's so good outside that makes the king not stay in the palace and run out all day."

Rang Guo brought a copper basin filled with milk, and Wen Jiao scooped a few handfuls of it to wash her hands and face. Rang Guo brought some clean water, and the slightly rippling water reflected a face as clear as green bamboo and willows. It was Wen Jiao's own face, but there was a bean-sized black mole on the left side of her face, as if a stroke had been roughly made on a perfect ancient painting, not only did the artistic conception disappear, but it even added a bit of disgusting ugliness.

For someone like Wen Jiao who cherishes her appearance, this was an unbearable destruction. She asked Rang Guo to bring gold, red and black paints, and painted the edges of the black mole with gold and red respectively. Then she also painted a black dot of the same size on the right side of her face according to the position of the black mole, and also decorated it with gold and red. Thus, she transformed the mole into a dimple that Tang women liked to paint, and then painted a flower with gold core and red petals on the center of the eyebrows, which echoed each other and was very harmonious.

Ran Guo had never seen such exquisite decorations before, and his eyes widened for a moment. He flattered: "The queen looks so beautiful like this. The king will be stunned when he sees it."

Wen Jiao pondered the queen's temperament and smiled proudly, giving her a hand: "Let's go."

Rang Guo quickly held her hand obediently. But when they reached the palace gate, they heard the sound of horses neighing and dogs barking. A group of people and horses rushed straight towards them. On the back of the first horse was a young man with bronze complexion and luxurious clothes. In his arms was a girl in a pink dress. Because of the angle, the girl's face could not be seen clearly. I only saw the light yellow gauze hanging down from her hair like mist, which happened to cover her cheeks.

From the sound of Rang Guo's teeth clenching, Wen Jiao immediately confirmed the man's identity. He was the husband of her, the queen, with whom she had a bad relationship, and the monarch of a country whose name she didn't know. At that moment, a popular joke on a certain website flashed through Wen Jiao's mind: "After a long separation, my husband picked up a girl from his horse..."

The king really took the girl off his horse. He looked at the girl in his arms with such tenderness, but when he turned around and found Wen Jiao's presence, his face immediately darkened: "Ha Xiang, why are you here?"

Although he said so, his eyes clearly said something else: "Did you plant a spy among my followers? Otherwise, how did you know I would come back at this time?"

Wen Jiao chuckled, and put on a sweet and gentle expression: "I really miss the king so much. If I can't see the king for a moment, my heart and lungs will be burned by the fire of lovesickness, so I have to stand here and wait for the king to come back."

Apparently, sweet words are not always applicable, as can be seen from the king's expression as if he had swallowed a fly. He just noticed the peculiar makeup on Wen Jiao's face and reluctantly praised her, "The queen's makeup is very beautiful today."

"Not as good as a newcomer." Wen Jiao said coldly, "This girl has been standing next to me for half a day. Your Majesty, won't you introduce her to me?"

The king dodged his gaze for a moment, then took the girl's hand and came over. He said to Wen Jiao in a rare friendly manner, "This is the girl I met when I went out hunting, Zhuowasam. From now on, she is the princess of Manzagang."

Wen Jiao was shocked, but not because of his words, but because she saw the face of that "Zhuo Wa Sang Mu" clearly.

The dark eyebrows of distant mountains, the beautiful face of lotus, and the thin veil of sorrow between the eyebrows, who else could it be but Princess Wencheng?

Before entering the ghost fog, Wen Jiao had inspected the camp several times and saw with her own eyes that the fog had two wisps going into Princess Wencheng's nose as if it had consciousness. The same was true for Wu Meiniang. Including her who came in on her own initiative, now two of the three people were here, so where was Wu Meiniang?

Princess Wencheng also saw her and bowed: "Greetings, Queen Ha Xiang." The look in her eyes was full of strangeness and caution, and it seemed that she did not recognize her.

Wen Jiao was puzzled and decided to test it out: "She is indeed beautiful, no wonder our king is so obsessed with her. Where are you from? What are your parents' names? Such an outstanding beauty should be famous, how come I have never heard of her before?"

Princess Wencheng smiled with her eyes lowered, and the beauty of Buddha flowed between her eyebrows. She said in a gentle voice: "I am the daughter of a hunter. I have lived in the mountains since I was a child and have never met outsiders. It was only because the king passed by my house when he was looking for his lost hunting dog that I was able to meet the king."

Wen Jiao took a step forward and pinched her chin. The king was shocked: "Ha Xiang, what are you doing!" He stretched out his hand to separate them, but Wen Jiao raised her hand to stop him.

"The king has found a gentle sister this time." Wen Jiao deliberately emphasized the word "gentle" and observed her expression. "What do you think of my makeup today?"

Wen Cheng remained calm and said with a smile: "The dazzling light is very suitable for the queen's magnificent demeanor as the mother of a country."

This is just a word to her. If you continue to make things difficult for her, it will not be the grace of a mother of a country. She has a sharp tongue and it seems that she will suffer no loss in the future.

Wen Jiao laughed. She was finally sure that the Princess Wencheng in front of her really didn't recognize her. She must have really mistaken herself for the Princess Zhuowasam.

What exactly does this ghost fog want to do with them? Invite these three players to do a test of the plateau version of ancient Sims?

Wen Jiao let go of her hand, not showing it on her face: "What a clever mouth! Such a clever girl was actually raised by a hunter. This really broadens my horizons."

The king looked at Princess Wencheng lovingly and said, "Haxiang, you are right. Zhuowasangmu is not an ordinary woman. I got a divine oracle in my dream last night. I will get a kind and beautiful princess. She will help me become a kind and virtuous king. She is the incarnation of the dakini."

"Vajrayogini? Your Majesty, are you kidding me?" Wen Jiao said coldly.

When the king's face turned pale, she continued leisurely: "I think she is the incarnation of Green Tara."