Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, with depleted uranium rounds that purify the six senses.
Three thousand six hundred rotations per breath, with great mercy and compassion, delivering all beings.
“Good sir, do you understand?”
“Holy monk, this little demon understands now. But could you please put down the thing in your hand...” The Leopard Spirit’s heart gave a violent shudder.
Xuanzang smiled as he lowered the Gatling gun.
“To be honest, I have a dream. Though born as an ant, one should aspire to soar like a swan...”
The monkey beside him covered his face and mourned.
“Here he goes again. This is exactly how I got fooled in the first place...”
“Master, please stop fooling demons...”
The girl's face was gloomy, the corners of her eyes were moist, tears streaked down her cheeks, and she said with a choked voice: "When will you update..."
Good guy, there's no one there.