Chapter 101: The Monkey Teases Pigsy

“Hehe, Lady Cuilan, it’s already been seven or eight days since that matter… so, have you given it any thought now?”

After a short while, a pig-headed demon beast burst into the attic in a rush.

No need to guess—the demon with a pig’s head and a human body was none other than Zhu Ganglie.

With his green face and sharp fangs, he was truly a formidable beast.

“Hehe, Lady Cuilan, what’s wrong? You don’t look quite yourself today,” he said.

What Zhu Ganglie did not expect was that the woman sitting before the dressing mirror was no longer the real Gao Cuilan, but Sun Wukong disguised as her.

Like a mantis stalking a cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, this melodramatic scene grew even more intriguing.

“Pah! Who says I’m your Lady Cuilan? Don’t call me that, or I’ll be very upset—and it’ll ruin my reputation too,” replied “Cuilan” sharply.

Before this, Sun Wukong had carefully studied Gao Cuilan’s mannerisms, mimicking her exact tone and temperament with remarkable precision.

But the use of “I, your humble servant” startled Zhu Ganglie greatly. He stared at “Cuilan” with disbelief and surprise, then joy: “Uh… hehe, Cuilan, why do you call yourself your humble servant? You never said that before… hehe, but I like it. ‘Your humble servant’—that makes me very happy.”

As he spoke, the pig demon reached to grasp “Cuilan’s” hands, but with a nimble movement, “Cuilan” dodged swiftly.

Words were on the tip of his tongue, yet unsaid.

Such demure grace from a young lady stirred the pig demon’s heart, making him restless: “Ah… my lady, why are you so different today? This, this…”

“Hehe! Do you like today’s change?”

Sun Wukong covered his mouth to stifle a laugh, still looking like Gao Cuilan.

Zhu Ganglie’s spirit was shaken: “Haha… yes, I really like it. Lady Cuilan, you look so adorable like this.”

He continued, eager to grope “Cuilan,” but Sun Wukong cleverly evaded again.

Then with a coy spit, “Pah! You shameless beast, who says you’re my husband? I’m not!”

The pig demon immediately protested: “Hmph, who says you, Gao Cuilan, are not my wife? No, you are. My lady, I married you properly, even had the wedding ceremony with your family. You can’t deny it.”

Heh!

This pig demon really was a clown.

Seeing his mixture of anxiety and impatience, Sun Wukong teased him further: “Hey, you said you married me properly, and I looked like a human-dog hybrid then, but who would have thought… *sniff* after just one turn, I’ve become this grotesque half-man, half-pig monster?”

The real Lady Gao Cuilan was probably happily awaiting her tall, burly groom to enter the bridal chamber.

But who would have guessed that what awaited her was this pig-headed creature.

Alas!

A beautiful day spoiled by ill fortune.

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“Hehe, my lady, let’s not talk about other things. Tonight is such a perfect night; why don’t we consummate our marriage and become a happy pair of mandarin ducks?”

As he spoke, the pig demon lunged at “Cuilan” impatiently, but at that very moment, he was kicked aside with a sharp and powerful kick.

Awooo!

What a swift kick!

Such force!

That strength did not seem like that of a woman at all.

What… what is going on?

The pig demon was shocked, staring incredulously at “Cuilan,” probing for answers.

“Pah! You lecherous beast, what are you staring at? Haven’t you looked enough after all these months?”

“You… you’re not Cuilan!”

Zhu Ganglie began to realize something, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Sun Wukong.

“Hehe, I’m not Gao Cuilan? Tell me, why am I not? Have you, pig demon, grown tired of me? If that’s true, what’s the point of me living? I might as well find a rope and hang myself.”

“No, no, Cuilan, I—I was just joking. Hey, don’t cry, your tears make my heart pound so hard I can barely bear it.”

“Cuilan… don’t cry, let me take good care of you…”

The pig demon once again tried to grope “Cuilan” impatiently.

This woman’s crying was like a gentle fawn’s, pounding at his heart.

Ah!

My Lady Cuilan, come quickly into my embrace.

Suddenly, with a thud, Zhu Ganglie was kicked flat onto the ground. “Cuilan” straddled him and raised her hand, delivering a series of sharp slaps.

The sudden blows made the pig demon’s head ring loudly.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What was I about to do?

“Ah… my lady, stop hitting me, please stop…”

Damn it!

This was not the strength of a woman—it was the force of a man.

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After several slaps, Zhu Ganglie finally realized this woman was far from ordinary.

“You… you’re not Gao Cuilan. Then who are you?”

“Hehe, pig demon, open your piggy eyes wide and look closely. Now, tell me, who am I?”

Sun Wukong suddenly transformed back into his true form in a flash—this bizarre reveal was even more spectacular than the face-changing of Sichuan opera.

“Ah… monkey… monkey?”

How could it be a monkey?

This was disastrous!

There was a monkey in this world who once made the celestial gods tremble in fear.

The havoc he wreaked in Heaven five hundred years ago still haunted the divine beings, leaving them terrified.

This monkey’s surname was Sun, and his name was Sun Wukong.

“Ah… you’re… you’re Sun Wukong?”

Unbelievable!

The end of the world has come! How did this unruly monkey suddenly arrive at Gao Village? So silently and suddenly—it’s terrifying.

“Hehe, that’s right, you pig demon, good for you recognizing me, Grandmaster Sun.”

“You… you… get lost…”

Zhu Ganglie scrambled to his feet and headed straight for the door.

But suddenly, with a loud bang, a powerful and terrifying force bounced him back.

With a thud, he fell heavily to the ground.

Awooo!

A barrier?

The pig demon’s pupils contracted fiercely…

When facing a monkey covered in hair from head to toe, no matter what kind of demons or spirits exist in this world, it would surely be their doom.

And this pig demon was no exception.