The mysterious power of the three parties!

   The moonlight, through the pavilion, reflected on the living room and on the little fragrant pig on the table.

    Pigsy 's pig's mouth is still spitting, and most of the words talk about his grievances and injustice. He talked for a long time, but he didn't say what Qin Feng wanted to hear.

    "Monkey brother, Pigsy is now thinking more and more regrets. I should have gone against with them at the beginning, kill these motherfuckers, those gods, and Buddhas, and all the fucking shit.

    He is angry, a pig's nose kept humming.

    Qin Feng was sitting on the sofa, looking at the pig, Pigsy … seemingly stupid, but not stupid, but a very smart pig.

    Sun Wukong already knew this, Sun Wukong knew that Qin Feng naturally understood it.

    But after listening to this dead pig just now, Qin Feng was more certain of Sun Wukong's view that year, this damn pig ... IQ is still online.