Daiyu, Come Raise Havoc in Heaven with Your Old Sun!

“Huh? What’s that smell? A nasty stink, like wood ash mixed with bitter roots!” Sun Wukong leaped into the room and sniffed the pool of medicine, his face full of disdain. “Little girl, you’re so young. Why are you drinking this stuff? Drink too much and you’ll make yourself sick even if you weren’t sick to begin with. No wonder you look so lifeless you’d topple over in a breeze! What a foul smell! Absolutely foul!”

Daiyu: “!!!”

Zijuan: “!!!”

Master and servant were utterly stunned by the monkey’s rudeness and his utterly outrageous remarks!

He’d ruined her bamboo, scared them half to death, and now he was criticizing the medicinal soup she drank every day to keep herself alive, calling it “foul”?