When I woke up, I wore the wishful golden cudgel of the East China Sea Dragon Palace, stuck in the mud and unable to move. The system pops up and says that if it slows down the progress of obtaining the scriptures, the combat power will be increased. The first task delays the time for Sun Wukong to get the stick by seven days. The Dragon King is leading him this way, and Brother Monkey has already seen me. I can shrink when he chants a spell, but when I think about having to stuff it into his ears in the future - God, is there any earwax? I'm not ready yet. Don't come here yet.
