When Zhang Wutian woke up again, he finally saw what Sun Wukong's "rescue method" looked like.
It consisted of her hugging his head and wildly chewing on his lips.
Honestly, being gnawed on by a monkey girl like this wasn't romantic at all. And of course, such an unprofessional version of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation had absolutely no medical effect.
Zhang Wutian now seriously doubted what kind of intentions Grandpa Son Gohan, the so-called "disciple of Master Roshi," had when teaching his granddaughter such things.
Considering Master Roshi's famously questionable morals and well-known hobbies…
Zhang Wutian's expression became suspicious.
"You finally woke up, Zhang Wutian. Didn't you say you wouldn't faint again? Now I had to rescue you again," Wukong complained.
"Thanks for the effort… but don't use that kind of rescue method on other people in the future."
"Why not?"
Sun Wukong tilted her head and looked at him with innocent eyes.
"Didn't your grandpa tell you? That's something only you and your husband should do. Didn't he also tell you that a husband can only be one person?"
"Maybe he said it… or maybe he didn't…" Wukong said while tilting her head and thinking hard.
"Well now I'm your husband, so you can't do that with anyone else."
Zhang Wutian wasn't having any strange thoughts about the monkey girl.
At least for now, he had absolutely no intention of marrying her.
But just imagining her jumping onto some future enemy—like third-form Frieza—and suddenly biting their lips while trying to "save" them…
The image alone was terrifying.
"Anyway, you must listen to me about this, understand?"
"I don't really understand… but since you're my husband, I'll listen to you."
She still didn't quite grasp the meaning of "husband," but since it was a word her grandfather had mentioned, she treated it with some respect and reluctantly agreed.
Holding his chest, Zhang Wutian slowly stood up.
He realized something surprising.
Even after taking such a powerful hit from Wukong earlier, his chest wasn't dented or anything.
Instead…
He felt stronger.
"Could it really be true? Do I actually get stronger when I get beaten up? This feels like an old RPG mechanic…"
With that thought, Zhang Wutian decided not to rush back home.
In fact, he even believed he might eventually use the Dragon Balls to return to his original world.
So he simply stayed at Sun Wukong's house for the time being.
"Wake up, Zhang Wutian! The sun is already up!"
"Mmm… five more minu—BLEGH!!!"
The final sound was Zhang Wutian coughing up blood.
Wukong had slammed her head into his stomach with a headbutt, launching him straight into the air.
"Are you trying to kill me?! You just want to eat my flesh, don't you, you stupid monkey!"
"I don't want to eat you! It's the only way to wake you up," Wukong replied confidently.
When they sat down to eat, it was Zhang Wutian's turn to lecture her.
"Don't eat with your hands. Use chopsticks! Didn't your grandpa leave you utensils?"
"You're so annoying, Zhang Wutian. You're even more nagging than Grandpa."
"Stop complaining and do it! I'm not asking you to be a lady, but at least maintain the minimum standards of being human!"
After breakfast, the two went hunting together.
"That prey is yours. Go ahead—don't lose."
Wukong pointed calmly at a giant bear over four meters tall.
"You're sure I'm not just delivering myself as its lunch?"
"Don't worry. If you can survive my punch, you can definitely beat it. And didn't you say you want to get stronger? If you win, you'll definitely become stronger."
Zhang Wutian took a deep breath.
Without another word, he walked toward the bear.
The massive bear stood upright and glared at him.
"I heard bears don't eat dead people. If I lie down and play dead right now, will you ignore me?"
The bear answered with a ruthless swipe of its paw.
Zhang Wutian was pushed back repeatedly.
But having endured Wukong's attacks before, he managed to keep his footing instead of flying away.
"Come at me again, you stupid bear!!"
Three minutes later…
Wukong killed the bear with a helpless expression.
She then rescued Zhang Wutian, whose upper body had already been swallowed by the bear, leaving only his legs sticking out of its mouth.
"I thought I was going to die…" Zhang Wutian said miserably, blood still pouring from a hole in his head.
"You're really weak. You can't even hunt by yourself. How did you survive before? Did you always eat vegetables?"
Zhang Wutian had no answer.
That night, after eating bear paws, Zhang Wutian sat under the roof beside Wukong, who had eaten the rest of the bear.
They looked up at the starry sky.
"I'm so full," Wukong said happily, rubbing her round belly.
"You just ate food several times larger than your own body. How exactly does a Saiyan stomach work? Is that the secret of Saiyan strength?"
"What's a Saiyan?" Wukong asked.
"It's what city people call mountain folk," Zhang Wutian replied, changing the subject."Do you know what a city is?"
"Yes. Grandpa told me about it. He said there are lots of bad people in cities."
"I came from a city. Do you think I'm a bad person?"
Wukong shook her head.
"But you're really weak. Are all city people as weak as you?"
"More or less."
Zhang Wutian gazed at the starry sky.
The unpolluted night sky looked incredibly beautiful.
"City people are usually very cold. They would never let a stranger stay in their home like you did. Even though I grew up in the city and I'm a typical city person, I always felt like I was living in a cage… no freedom at all. Wukong, having enough strength to live freely without being bound by anything… I envy you."
"Zzz… Zzz…"
The rhythmic sound of snoring came from beside him.
The monkey girl had already fallen asleep.
"Seriously… at least listen until I finish talking," Zhang Wutian sighed.
He picked her up and carried her inside.
Looking at the small, light body in his arms, he murmured:
"Husband? Yeah right. This feels more like a father and daughter relationship. I'm not even married yet, but if I had a daughter, she'd probably be like this."
"Grandpa… I miss you…"
Wukong muttered in her sleep.
That sentence struck the softest part of Zhang Wutian's heart.
"She's still just a kid… Even if she acts carefree during the day, she still misses her grandpa in her dreams."
"Sleep well, little monkey."
He gently patted her head.
The next moment—
CRUNCH.
Wukong bit his hand.
"Grandpa… you taste so good…"
"Damn it! I'm not your grandpa! And even if I were, you can't eat him! Wait… did you actually eat your grandpa?! You cannibal monkey—stop biting! Let go! Why are you biting harder?! LET GO!!"
The next morning, Sun Wukong woke up to see Zhang Wutian sitting there with a tragic expression and bite marks covering his arm.
"Come on, monkey girl! Let's fight for 300 rounds!"
"Okay!"
Since her grandfather died, no one had sparred with her anymore, so Wukong looked excited.
Incidentally—
In that day's battle, Zhang Wutian didn't even last three rounds before Wukong sent him flying with a punch.
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