"Brothers, you continue drinking, I'm off to see my wife first," Lao Zhu said.
Casually tossing aside the leg of a roast suckling pig, Zhu Ganglie vanished with a gust of demonic wind.
"This fool, is he so desperate for his wife?"
Sun Wukong looked at Zhu Ganglie who hurried off in a flurry, shaking his head with a laugh.
"Brother Monkey, you don't get it, Brother Zhu has been holding back for who knows how long. Now that he can finally taste meat again, no wonder he's in such a rush."
The once naive and pure Little White Dragon, under the leadership of his boss, has completely embraced his dragon instincts.
He naturally understood Zhu Ganglie's current state, probably wishing he could spend three days and nights in revelry with his wife.
"Tsk tsk, the little pig is so eager now, but later he'll be heartbroken. Let's go see the show, Little Kongkong and Little White Dragon, get the Memory Stone ready, we must capture this scene,"
