Wukong is reborn in the world of Journey to the West and gains an emotional system.
Wukong: "I respect you and call you master. If I don't respect you, you are just an old man!"
Tang Monk's face was livid with anger, and he clasped his hands together to recite the tightening curse.
Ding: [Strength +1+1+1.
Wukong: "Bajie, you are just a door-to-door son-in-law. The key is that others don't want you."
"You worked for others for several years and accumulated a fortune. When you got up, you were kicked out by others. You asked the master to surrender to you."
Bajie cried when he was scolded.
Ding: [Strength +1+1+1+1.
Tang Monk was so angry that he drew a smiling face on the stone and said to Wukong, "Your mother smiled."
Wukong: "Did I give you too much face?"
Tathagata: "Where have the four masters and disciples gone?"
Guanyin: "Buddha, please look, are they bickering?"
Tathagata: "Aren't they from the east? Why does this accent sound like it's from the northeast?"
"Tell them not to come. I'll send them the scriptures."
Jade Emperor: "Where have the four masters and disciples of Tang Monk gone?"
Taibai Jinxing: "Are they setting fire to cook?"
Along the way, the great demon was tortured and went crazy.
Wukong traveled all the way to the west. When he reached the western sky, he picked up his stick and gave Tathagata a stick: "Old bald donkey, take your life."
"Others have been burdened with mortgages for thirty years, but finally they still have a house. I have been burdened with mortgages for five hundred years and finally got a tight spell."
Haha, the Soul Penetration was directly taken away by Sun Wukong, don't push this thing to me [vomit]
Awesome, those mounts are monsters in the lower world. It's Haotian who is beating up their master. It's so awesome.
It's so beautiful and funny. This drama is just like the Legend of Zhen Huan
Nonsense,
Don't push it to me next time
Isn't this the 26th version of Journey to the West?
It looks good, but it's discontinued.
Mark it,
Kids, run!
It's hard to describe in one word. . . . . . What the hell. . . .