Rinderpest! You can eat grass, but you can't eat my grass!
Throwing monkey! You can pick up girls, but you can't steal women from me!
Sun Tu straightened his tie: Don't think too much. Don't worry about the person I like!
Tang Chen spread his hands: You are all very pushy, I'm a coward, why don't I just hide? Buddha, give me a thunderbolt, crack the cracks and drill into them.
Okay, stop making trouble, this is the copywriting of Journey to the West:
Who said Tang Monk must be a man? I, Tang Chen, a female prostitute, can still wear a cassock and retrieve the sutra. Wukong, what you want is grass, Bull Demon King, what you want is a girl. As for your grandson. . . Ahem, Mr. Sun, this is the copy you want. If it doesn't work, I'll change it again!
The end of Xiaolou: Shameless Xiaochun's journey of pursuing and doting on his wife