The bent Osmanthus in the Moon Palace (11)

Wu Gang!

Carrying a sharp axe with a cold glint, the bull-like muscular brother was a Master of Wine while chopping trees all day long. After all, there was no mobile phone or WiFi in the Moon Palace, so what was he doing? He had to find something to do.

It was obvious that the monkeys had all seen Wu Gang before, and they were all deeply afraid of that man. Upon hearing his name, they even temporarily sobered up from their alcohol addiction and looked at each other in fear.

"Luan 'er!" The wine monkey was so scared that he let out a big and stinky burp. He waved his hands and said,""No! No! Kachaa! Kachaa!"

It made a chopping gesture, meaning that Wu Gang would chop off its head.

Zhang Zian tried to persuade them,""Let me ask you, does this moon laurel forest and the moon laurel tree belong to Wu Gang?"

The wine monkey translated his words to the other monkeys. The monkeys were stunned and shook their heads.