God has no eyesight. The good socialist successors born in the 90s and the future flower bones of the motherland are preparing to welcome a beautiful new life. Unexpectedly, a thunder struck down and traveled to the world of Journey to the West. Just wear it, it just turned out to be the little white dragon that the great monk rode nearly a hundred times! The breath of philosophy is blowing all over my face, but I don't accept it! I don't want to be ridden! I want to ride!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
