She cried. Tang Seng said behind him.
I know. The monkey was silent, his eyes complex and unpredictable.
She forgot about you and didn't know how you went to Hades to ask for their souls and almost couldn't come back. The Jade Emperor is so cruel, our walk suddenly lost its meaning. The pig also came behind the monkey.
It was never meaningful. Sha Seng said.
It doesn't matter to me, as long as she lives well. The monkey looked at the empty illusion in the east, knowing that there was a flower waiting for it like him, and he suddenly felt at peace in his heart.
All the stories are like passing clouds, reflecting the four preoccupied guys on the westbound journey, and finally become illusions. One day the stone no longer comes back and the twin flowers no longer bloom. This is the ingenious arrangement of fate.
Conception: