Chapter 2238

"Here, drink it, Elder Zhu. It's not hot anymore; this is medicine to soothe the fetus."

Li Tong handed the spoon to Marshal Tianpeng's mouth, her eyes filled with concern as she spoke.

Although Marshal Tianpeng looked listless, he still glared at Li Tong and said, "Ever since you settled me in this guest room, you have been taking care of me without leaving my side. What exactly do you mean by this?"

Being asked this by him, Li Tong blushed instantly, and then she suddenly said, "I don't mean anything else. You are a monk from the Tang Dynasty, so you should receive this kind of care."

"Hmph, forget it. You like me; I can see it."

Marshal Tianpeng curled his lips into a miserable smile and said.

Li Tong was suddenly stunned. She hadn't expected that Marshal Tianpeng had already seen through her intentions.

After a while, Li Tong finally gathered her courage and said, "Yes, I like Elder Zhu. Is that not allowed?"

Marshal Tianpeng turned his head from the pillow, looked at Li Tong, frowned, and said, "What on earth are you thinking? I look like a pig; why would you like me?"

Being asked this by him, Li Tong was even more embarrassed, but she seemed to ponder for a long time before suddenly raising her head and saying, "I don't think pigs are ugly. On the contrary, in my eyes, I even think pigs are quite cute."

Hearing this, Marshal Tianpeng sighed helplessly. He stared blankly at the ceiling, seemingly still thinking about what he had just heard.

Then, he suddenly frowned again, as if he had agitated the fetus, looking very painful.

He suddenly turned his head again, sizing up Li Tong's figure and face. This Li Tong looked very ordinary, with a round face, dark skin, and a sturdy figure—she was even bigger than him.

"I don't like women as sturdy as you. Look at yourself; you don't look like a woman at all."

Marshal Tianpeng was blunt, speaking directly.

A flash of dimness crossed Li Tong's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. She stared steadily at Marshal Tianpeng and said, "Then Elder Zhu, what kind of woman do you like?"

"Isn't love something that isn't there at the beginning? It can be cultivated slowly."

Tianpeng glared at her. He had lived for so long and had never seen such a thing. Before, it was always him desperately pursuing others; now, it was the other way around, and he was being pursued.

Being pursued was one thing; if Tianpeng wanted to return to secular life and give up the pilgrimage, it might happen in a single thought.

But why did this woman have to be so sturdy and so ugly?

"Heh." Tianpeng smiled miserably, seemingly laughing at the trickery of fate, and said, "What I like is Chang'e in the heavens, with her ethereal fairy grace; what I like is Cuilan on earth, a beautiful jade-like lady."

"You should just forget it. I don't even want to mention your appearance, which is rougher than a man's, and this figure, sturdy as an ox."

Tianpeng's words didn't leave a shred of face. In fact, after so many years of following Tang Sanzang on the pilgrimage, his true nature hadn't changed. Even though he was in the Buddhist faith, he would still often look at the moon and think of the days in Gao Village.

This whole thing was like a joke. He was actually liked by a woman—was there some mistake? Would a woman like a man with a pig's head? This Kingdom of Women really hadn't seen men before!