Wounded

"Ha, ha, ha, I thought Sun Wukong was no better than you!" Air gradually restored calm, a road in a tattered cassock showed its shape, air, looking down at Monk Tang and others, the heart very sighs with emotion that poison, unexpectedly can let Sun Wukong and others become so weak.

"goblins, who are you?" Sun Wukong asked after drinking, looking a little serious, but of course more humbled. When did he put the monster in his eyes, but at the moment, the goblins actually brought him a little pressure?

"Who am I?" Hearing this, Deity of Wishes' eyes narrowed and his mustache twitched. "Sun Wukong, Tang Sanzang, originally you had no enmity with the poor, but you should pay the price for causing my poor nephew to suffer. The poor nephew will teach you a good lesson today!"

"Your nephew?" Sun Wukong, Pigsy, and others were somewhat stunned when they heard these words. This is a matter of chicken feathers for your nephew.