Chapter 319 Extra Chapter: Jianxin 6
"No, Cunxin, what are you doing here?"
"That's right, that's right!"
Cunxin rolled her eyes at Ao Bing, who was egging her on: "If you, the Dragon King of the East Sea, can come, why can't I?"
"That was..."
Ao Bing stiffened his neck and tried to explain, but he was too embarrassed to do so.
Cunxin sneered, "He must have lost a bet with Nezha. I know without you explaining. He loses every time and still bets every time. He's hopeless—"
"How come I always lose?" Ao Bing protested. "I just win less often!"
"You're just being stubborn!"
"I'm still better at talking than you. Why aren't you cultivating in the Hall of Justice? What are you doing here interfering with the journey to the West?"
Hearing Ao Bing say this, Cun Xin's expression changed, and she glared at him fiercely: "Never mind me, my cultivation is not enough, can't I come out to train?"
Ao Lie, who was watching the two bickering, had a headache. How could someone compete with him to be a horse?
"Cunxin, isn't it all about training wherever you go? It's not suitable for you to come along on the westward journey; we're both grown men!"
"What's wrong with being a grown man?" Cunxin glared at Ao Lie. She wasn't afraid of her third brother at all. "You look down on women?"
"How have I looked down on women?" Ao Lie said helplessly. "Little ancestor, what upset you?"
"I don't care, we'll compete fairly!"
“That’s right,” Ao Bing agreed with Cun Xin’s opinion at this moment, “The three of us should compete fairly.”
At this moment, Fox Five, who was in the corner, spoke up weakly: "Third, third of you, it's almost time. We should set off."
Upon hearing this, Ao Lie sighed and said, "Alright, let's have a fair competition then!"
"Who's afraid of who!"
Cunxin walked out first with her head held high, followed closely by Ao Bing with his chest out and head held high. Ao Lie shook his head silently and followed. Only the weak and helpless Fox Five wiped away a tear of bitterness.
With two extra actors adding scenes, and him having to make on-the-spot changes to the script, it's really tough on Fox Five.
Eagle's Sorrow Stream
"Masters, did you drop this little white dragon, this little blue dragon, or this little pink dragon?"
...
After Tang Sanzang and his disciples left, Cunxin, feeling irritable, kicked at the grass by the river.
That rage was so intense that even a passing dog would be kicked twice, which terrified Ao Bing, who instinctively protected his dragon horns.
But damn it, he couldn't suppress his curiosity. Feeling that he had been corrupted by Nezha, Ao Bing cautiously stepped forward and tentatively asked, "Sister, what's wrong with you?"
“It’s Yang Jian…” Cunxin blurted out, then realized what she had said and turned to stare intently at Ao Bing, “Don’t tell anyone!”
Ao Bing immediately covered his mouth: "I won't tell, I absolutely won't tell!"
"You're smart to know what's good for you."
Cunxin looked away from the river, her face fell, and she sighed.
Ao Bing crept closer, gazing at Cun Xin's profile, and couldn't help but ask, "So, what... Yang Jian did?"
"Don't worry about it!"
Cunxin was too embarrassed to speak about her feelings! If Yang Chan or the Weaver Girl were here, she might have confided in them, but facing that blockhead Ao Bing…
"Sis, did you just give me a look that insulted me?"
“Go be your Dragon King!” Cunxin turned her head away from him.
Ao Bing felt wronged. Sure enough, she had scolded him. Otherwise, if he had said that, Cun Xin would definitely have hit him!
"It was Yang Jian who made you angry, why are you scolding me?"
Ao Bing was unconvinced, but before he could finish speaking, a hand was placed on his shoulder: "It's Yang Jian's fault, so Ao Bing, let me talk to Cun Xin."
"Haha... Second Brother's here? Aren't you busy?"
Feeling guilty, Ao Bing didn't even have time to exchange a few polite words before Yang Jian chased after the fleeing Cun Xin, leaving him alone in an awkward situation.
"No..." Ao Bing looked in the direction where the two had disappeared from sight, feeling even more aggrieved. "Am I that unimportant? I am the Dragon King, the Dragon King! Is no one going to speak up for me?"
...
"My heart, my heart!"
Yang Jian grabbed Cunxin, who was trying to escape, and said, "Don't go, let's have a good talk."
Cunxin tilted her head, not daring to look at him: "What's there to talk about?"
Yes, there are many.
Yang Jian gazed intently at Cunxin. He was not an indecisive person; in the past, he had been oblivious to love and affection, thus passing through hundreds of years in a daze. Now that he had recognized his own feelings, he naturally couldn't wait to take the initiative.
"Cunxin, what do you think of me?"
"What do you mean, how is it?" Cunxin wanted to change the subject.
“My family background is impeccable, and I will never let you suffer; my cultivation level is also quite good, and I can protect you. We have fought side by side before, cultivated together, and have many things in common. So, if you were to choose someone to spend the rest of your life with, would you consider me?”
Yang Jian looked intently at Cunxin, not daring to say too much, fearing Cunxin wouldn't listen; not daring to say too little, fearing he wouldn't express his feelings. He carefully considered each word for a long time, but still felt it wasn't perfect enough. Nevertheless, with a heart full of trepidation, Yang Jian spoke.
Regardless, he wanted to tell Cunxin his feelings as soon as possible.
"I……"
Feeling Yang Jian's sincerity, Cunxin was not entirely unmoved; her heart was pounding in her chest. But she still hesitated: "I want to be the Dragon King of the West Sea... I won't consider marriage until I become the Dragon King."
"Sure!" Yang Jian agreed quickly. "Then, would you be short of a dragon husband?"
Yang Jian pulled Cunxin's hand and pressed it against his wildly beating heart. Cunxin's face instantly turned red: "No... not that fast."
"It's okay, let's get to know each other first. As long as it's you, we can get married anytime."
Cunxin raised her head, her gaze tracing Yang Jian's handsome features, and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, asking, "No regrets?"
"I will never regret it."
“Alright then,” Cunxin nodded shyly, “I… agree to your request.”
A smile spread across Yang Jian's eyes, and he couldn't help but reach out to hug Cunxin: "Then, future Dragon King, may I hug you?"
Cunxin smiled shyly, then reached out and hugged his waist. Hehe, she'd been wanting to try this for a while—
"I, the Dragon King, agree to your future husband."
"Thank you, Dragon King - then I'll hold you a little longer."
"Approved."
...
Another thousand years passed in the blink of an eye, and Cunxin successfully became the Dragon King of the West Sea. The day she ascended the throne was also the day she got married.
At the wedding banquet, Ao Run hugged a wine jar and cried loudly: "You should have said so earlier! You should have said that you would get married as soon as you became the Dragon King, and I would have given it to you... Waaah, did I have to get beaten up by my old father before we could get married? Don't I, the Dragon King of the West Sea, have any dignity?"
Ao Guang patted him on the shoulder: "Take it easy, you're the former Dragon King of the West Sea."
Ao Run slapped his hand away: "So what if I was the former Dragon King of the West Sea? At least my daughter got married. What about you? Former Dragon King of the East Sea, do you have any children who are married?"
Suddenly struck by a blow to the heart, Ao Guang was so angry that his beard bristled. He couldn't help but turn around and glare fiercely at the useless Ao Bing. "A dragon king who's thousands of years old, and he can't even snatch a wife? What a useless fellow!"
"Achoo!"
Ao Bing couldn't help but sneeze, and Nezha, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but sit a little further away from him.
"You're disgusting."
Ao Bing immediately retorted, "Who's disgusting? Maybe you were the one who was talking behind my back, that's why I sneezed!"
Nezha crossed his arms and sneered, "Whether I cricket behind your back or cricket to your face, I cricket to your face!"
"You!" Ao Bing was so angry that his teeth itched. If he could beat him, humph!
Ao Bing was unconvinced, but then his eyes lit up and he figured out how to deal with him: "You recently had a falling out with the Third Holy Mother?"
"Who broke up with me!" Nezha glared at him. "We're doing great!"
"Is that so?" Ao Bing smiled enigmatically. "Then why didn't you go to see the Third Holy Mother today, nor did you see her come looking for you?"
"Since my second brother is getting married, Yang Chan will naturally help."
"Really? I don't believe it."
Ao Bing laughed arrogantly. If it weren't for the fact that it was Yang Jian's wedding day, Nezha would have pounced on him and attacked him. Ao Bing knew this, and deliberately provoked him.
Seeing that Nezha was ignoring him, Ao Bing moved closer to him and whispered, "Seriously, what have you been up to lately? Did you really have a falling out with the Third Princess?"
"Of course not, I'm currently working as a temple keeper at the Temple of the Holy Mother!" Nezha gritted his teeth in hatred at the thought of that lingering mortal.
Ao Bing looked surprised: "Temple keeper? What kind of temple keeper does the Holy Mother Temple need?"
Nezha gritted his teeth: "Yes! What kind of temple keeper does the Holy Mother Temple need! A cunning mortal!"
Ao Bing suddenly realized: "I get it, you're jealous. Seriously? A rival has appeared, and you still haven't won over the Third Princess?"
"What do you know?"
Nezha rolled his eyes at Ao Bing, then looked at Yang Chan, who was helping Cunxin out of the stage to pay her respects. He felt a rare pang of melancholy. Love was the most difficult thing to understand, leaving him unsure of how to proceed.
"Today, with the blessings of Heaven and Earth and the witness of our loved ones, Yang Jian and Cun Xin are united as husband and wife, vowing never to part. May Heaven and Earth bear witness, and may the sun and moon be our witness..."
"We became husband and wife, and our love is unwavering."
Seeing Yang Jian and Cunxin embracing each other affectionately, Nezha made up his mind. To hell with Liu Yanchang and Zhu Yanchang, Yang Chan was the wife he had chosen, and he would never let her go.
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