Qin Fen leaned back against the bed, watching his phone screen. Something was seriously wrong today. Why were there so many idiots? On second thought, it made sense. He hadn't noticed when he watched Journey to the West as a kid, but watching it now, he realized there wasn't a single normal demon in it.
Exactly. They were demons, not humans. If you treated them like humans, then you were a demon too.
"Roc is blind, and so are Golden Lion and White Elephant!" Looking at the rather plump woman, Qin Fen couldn't muster any interest. Instead, a chill shot from his throat straight down to his asshole. What an exquisitely awful sensation. Seriously, could anyone stay happy after realizing they had hugged Pigsy and nearly felt him up?
He looked at the sunlight streaming through the window into the bright room, his eyes gradually narrowing. With Roc and Old Ox clashing, he would definitely have to intervene. Besides, the captive this time was one of his own people-one of Big Chef's people. There was no way he would let this birdman off easily. Qin Fen also had another aim: to put some pressure on Roc and see whether the forces behind him would surface.
The morning sun grew brighter and brighter. In the Mortal Realm, sunshine filled the sky beneath the rising sun, while the weather over the Western Ox Continent in the Earthly Immortal Realm had turned from clear to cloudy. It wasn't particularly bright, but it wasn't gloomy either. Pigsy's heart, however, was already blanketed in storm clouds.
Roc had an arm around him. Embarrassment no longer began to describe what Pigsy felt. He wanted to puke, but couldn't. The other man's hand wasn't just resting on his waist-it was kneading it.
"Hehe, little lady, you know