"I didn't see it! I didn't see it!" Pan Jinlian said慌张, then reached for the door to leave. But Gao Liang suddenly said, "Don't go! Stay!" Pan Jinlian paused, realizing Gao Liang had now embraced her from behind. It had been a long time since Gao Liang had held her like this—she was certain it was already six months. Gao Liang hadn't held her in six months. At that moment, Xiao Laochao launched her attack, for she wanted Gao Liang, she wanted to draw nourishment from him—she wanted to replenish her yin with his yang. Xiao Laochao was truly spicy! She wouldn't stop until her goal was achieved. With a sudden tug, she removed her sports bra, deliberately bringing her creamy breasts close to Gao Liang's back and rubbing them continuously, making Gao Liang feel increasingly restless. "Pff!" A bright red kiss pressed onto Gao Liang's forehead, like a stamp. Holding onto Panshenglin’s bright glow, a surge of warmth rushed upward, and suddenly he let go of her. At that moment, Xiao Laoji darted straight into Gaoqing’s arms, like a thirsty mother tiger seeking nourishment—yang to replenish yin. Just as Xiao Laoji was in the mood, a crisp sound of "crack" echoed, striking her face. She covered her blazing-hot cheeks, startled to see it was Panshenglin who had struck. Instantly, like a mother tiger charging forward, she surged toward her. Soon, the two engaged in a fierce struggle—Xiao Laoji grabbed Panshenglin’s hair while Panshenglin held firmly onto Xiao Laoji’s ears. "Stop! Both of you stop!" Gaoqing regained his composure and immediately commanded. Yet, both remained red-eyed, locked in fierce resistance, neither releasing their grip. Gaoqing grew furious, his expression stern, and said to them, "I give you three seconds! Stop!" When he counted "1," they still hadn’t let go. "2," Panshenglin’s hands showed a slight easing. "3" Pan Jinlian's hand loosened. Yet the little pepper still didn't let go—on the contrary, she tightened her grip on Pan Jinlian's hair. The heavenly deity, previously enchanted by the little pepper's meatballs, now erupted in rage. With a powerful right hand, he lifted the little pepper entirely and hurled her outward. The little pepper's body shot out of the window, seemingly about to collide with a power pole across the street—just then, a dark figure suddenly appeared in the air, extending a strong hand to catch her. Upon seeing the figure, the little pepper recognized a man with a bull's head, instantly trembling with fear, "Who—who are you?" "Miss! I am the reincarnation of Niú Wáng Máng!" laughed Niú Wáng Máng. "Niú Wáng Máng?" the little pepper was startled. "What's wrong with you? Who has been treating you unfairly?" "Nezha asked Xiao La Jiao what had happened. Xiao La Jiao wept bitterly, streaming tears and sniffling, telling Nezha in full detail the entire story. Nezha then said to her, 'What a brilliant move! How cruel! I'll take good care of him!' The night before, Xiao La Jiao had dreamed of Nezha, who called out to her, 'Little beauty, I've come to find you!' She was terrified—after all, Nezha was a monster, and she was human—so she fled desperately, waking up in a state of panic. It was truly unexpected that the Nezha from her dream had now appeared in real life. Could this really be the Nezha from the classic novel *Journey to the West*? Xiao La Jiao has always loved the portrayal of Nezha in the *Journey to the West* series. Though a monster, Nezha is deeply devoted to his wife, Princess Iron Fan, and his beloved mistress, the Fox Lady with fair face—making him a truly kind and affectionate man toward women. At that moment, Nezha embraced Xiao La Jiao tightly, and though she tried to pull away, Why, being held by him, felt so familiar—this familiarity was just like the many dreams she had about the Bull Demon King. "Little Beauty! Little Beauty! The old bull is coming to find you! He's bringing you back! To Fumu Mountain, to Ziyun Cave! That's where our home truly lies!" The Bull Demon King spoke with heartfelt sincerity. "Fumu Mountain? Ziyun Cave?" Little Chili listened, as if dreaming. This was Hanshai City, China in 2011—Fumu Mountain and Ziyun Cave could only exist in myth. "Little Beauty! Come with me home! Back to the era that once belonged to us!" the Bull Demon King said, full of emotion. The Bull Demon King was a deeply affectionate man, so tender with her—Little Chili watched him closely, and the more she watched, the more familiar his face seemed. He took her jade hand, and she didn't pull away. Then, with a mighty roar, the Bull Demon King exclaimed, "Transformation!" Soon, the Bull Demon King transformed into a green ox, seated Little Pepper on its back, and with a low moo, the ox lifted off the ground, soaring toward the distant sky. Little Pepper felt as though she were living in a myth. With arms outstretched and a deep breath, the wind gently brushing her hair, she called out to the heavens, "I want to be happy!" The ox spoke, "Just a little while longer, and we'll be home." Quickly, the ox pierced through layers of mist and thick clouds, arriving at a place Little Pepper had never seen before—a majestic mountain, towering and imposing, with steep peaks, lush trees, and birds chirping softly, a truly serene retreat. "Here we are!" the ox said, "Little Beauty!" The green cow transformed into the true form of the Bull Demon King, a human figure with a bull's head, dressed in green robes. Xiao La Jiao raised her head and saw that on a large stone wall, the characters "Ji Lei Mountain" appeared, beneath which was a stone cave inscribed with "Mo Yun Cave." "Ji Lei Mountain, Mo Yun Cave"—Xiao La Jiao was astonished. Wasn't this the very home of the jade-faced fox from "Journey to the West"? Who am I? Why has the Bull Demon King brought me here? When the young chili pepper looked into the mirror, she was immediately stunned. Is this me? The image reflected in the mirror was entirely transformed—elegant and refined, moving with grace as if stepping on lotus petals. Her beauty matched that of Wang Qiang, her complexion like that of a Chu maiden. As graceful as a blooming flower that speaks, fragrant as jade itself. Her high hairdo piled with deep green and azure feathers, her eyes shimmering like green streams across autumn waters. Her湘-style skirt half-revealed, her embroidered sleeves gently spread, her delicate arms and wrists slender and graceful. What was said about misty rain and morning clouds? Indeed, she had a bright red mouth and a fair complexion. The smooth, refined arch of her brows was as elegant as the famed Wen Jun and Xue Tao. Is this the jade-faced fox? Truly, she could hardly believe it. The young chili pepper insisted on having the Bull Demon King recount her own origin. The Bull Demon King then narrated the following: In the Cloud-Cloud Cave of Jilu Mountain, there once lived a thousand-year-old fox king. When the king passed away, he left behind a daughter, known as the Jade-Faced Princess. The princess When the immortal fox king was dying, he couldn't rest until he made sure his daughter was well taken care of, so he urged her to find a suitable husband as soon as possible. This husband had two conditions: first, he must be capable and able to protect her; second, he must be honest and sincere, not merely seeking her vast fortune to deceive her. "I have taken you in to protect and sustain me, since I have no parents to rely on," the jade-faced fox said, speaking directly to the Bull Demon King at that time. "Yes! I finally remembered it! I did indeed say that!" The jade-faced fox exclaimed, deeply moved. "But, my lord, why am I still in the human world, in Hanhai City?" asked the jade-faced fox. Upon hearing this, the Bull Demon King's brows furrowed with anger, his temples bulging with rage. He crushed a porcelain cup in his hands and said sharply, "When the Tang monk and his three companions journeyed to the West to seek enlightenment, passing through the Mountain of Flames and borrowing the banana fan three times, that was a nuisance—well, that could be tolerated. But the real issue is that I fought them in battle, especially that troublesome It's astonishing that a single spade, aimed at this delicate beauty, could send me off in a blaze of glory, reducing me to a lifeless form, and even "adjusting my robes to examine" me. I'd have gladly shattered Pigsty's body into a thousand pieces. Unfortunately, Pigsty and his senior brother, Sun Wukong, fought alongside me. Meanwhile, Nezha, the Third Prince of the Zhenyuan, subdued me, compelling me to follow the Buddhist path. Yet, within the Buddhist monastic life, I simply couldn't settle down to practice meditation. Nezha grew furious, encircling me with his Qianguan ring. I cried out for help, but no one came to rescue me. When I was utterly helpless, I uttered the name "Bodhi-sattva," and unexpectedly, the Qianguan ring lifted off, soaring through space and time.