On the Immortal Killing Platform, four little demons from Langlang Mountain are about to be judged.
The little pig demon said desperately: "Our crime is that we did not punish all the evildoers. Instead, we were framed."
Everyone thought they would despair, but little did they know that a mechanical sound exploded in their minds!
[Identity editing system starts]
Identity editor?
Then I'm going to lie!
[Editor: Is this poor monk a golden cicada?
The toad spirit clasped his hands together: "The poor monk is the golden toad!"
[Editor: You are Sun Wukong's right-hand man, the monkey]
The orangutan monster had tears in his eyes: "Your Majesty, you have to make the decision for Lao Yuan!"
[Editor: Huang Fengling, you are the benefactor of the Great Sage.
Weasel: "Great Sage, it's your turn to help me this time!"
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Sun Wukong looked at the little pig monster: "I remembered you. You are the little monster in Langlang Mountain."
"Don't worry, as long as I am here, no one will dare to touch you."
Looks good in reverse.