Li Jing subconsciously looked at Nezha, the great god of the Santan Haihui, next to him, and it was even more terrible to see - the pair of wind and fire wheels under his feet that were so fast that they were the envy of the three worlds. At this moment, there were only two lonely metal hubs left, and the flame pattern connected in the middle was completely extinguished. Nezha was squeaking... Riding a rusty "28-bar" bicycle with a squeaky chain! Every time the wheel turned, it made a tooth-crushing groan.
Heaven's fiscal deficit has reduced the peaches to plums.
>The Jade Emperor slapped his forehead: "God of Wealth, come down to earth to conduct live broadcasts and bring goods!"
>Zhao Caibao held the gold ingot and started broadcasting with fairy spirit:
>"Nine-yuan bright socks, wearing them can step on auspicious clouds..."
>The magical magic failed and socks flew all over the place, sticking to Zhu Bajie's nose.
>Sun Wukong blasted rockets like crazy: "Idiot! Sell me socks to save face!"
>Zhao Caibao was crying without tears as he counted the three and a half yuan in rewards.
>The doorbell rang, and the mysterious man poked his head in: "Want a navy army? Include hot searches!"
