When they were far away, Wang Qi crawled out. His whole body was numb, his legs were still shaking, he was cold and hungry.
Rubbing his eyes, he still couldn't believe it was true.
Is there a Sun Wukong in the world?
Absolutely ridiculous,
Wang Qi looked at the sky, why the hell didn't you drop gold?
Just as he was about to leave, Wang Qi's eyes were suddenly attracted by a golden light.
A white-haired old man walked out. The old man held a blue jade plate and knocked three times. The crowd fell silent for an instant, and a dark wooden sign was erected in front of the red lacquer door.
Rules for selling books:
"Doctor Xue saw three people today, no more and no less."
"Today there are three numbers, one for the rich, one for the rich, and one for the poor."
"Poor font size: No. 147"
"Queue up to get a number, call the number to see a doctor"
"No crying or making noise"
Wukong felt a sharp heartache, and felt like stars were shooting out of his head. He didn't want to have a quarrel with Shen BuHai anymore, but his eyes widened in anger. The life of the great Monkey King, the Monkey King, is as important as not treating your rich young master's dog.
Wukong felt his eyes go dark, he was unsteady and fell to the ground.
