Daiyu, Go to the Heavenly Palace with Me, My Old Grandson!

"Eh? What does this smell like? It's a bad smell of plant ash mixed with bitter roots!" Sun Wukong jumped into the house, went to the potion and smelled it, with a look of disgust on his face: "Little girl, you are young, what are you doing drinking this stuff? You drink too much of this stuff, even if you are not sick, you will become ill after drinking it. You are so lifeless, no wonder you fall down when the wind blows! Bad luck! So bad luck!" Daiyu: "!!!" Zijuan: "!!!" The master and servant were completely stunned by the monkey's rudeness and shocking remarks! He had destroyed her bamboo, frightened them, and now he was commenting on the potion she took every day to rejuvenate her life, calling it "unlucky"?