"Donor Zhizhi, can you eat less?" Abbot Faming looked at the empty rice vat and said helplessly.
Zhu Zhizhi touched his round belly and said with some embarrassment: "Master, I don't want to either, but I'm too hungry. How about I go out to find something to eat?"
"Zhizhi, don't eat any more, you will eat up my grandson's mountain of flowers and fruits..." Wukong said helplessly. "Go, go and eat the alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun, hehehehe." Wukong had an idea and used somersault cloud to throw the branches to Lao Jun's door.
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It feels a bit disconnected, a very strange feeling. And there are a lot of repetitions in some places
It feels a bit disconnected, a very strange feeling. And there are a lot of repetitions in some places