You love whatever you want, Old Sun doesn't care anymore. If those bald monks in the West have the ability, let them take care of it themselves!
For Sun Wukong, every day at most he ran small errands and prepared three meals a day. The rest of the time was still very free.
Dragging along, a man and a monkey didn't know how much time they had spent and finally arrived at the Yingchou River.
The aura of the Dragon Clan made the little tiger, as a mount, very uncomfortable. After arriving here, it was a bit hesitant to move forward.
Fortunately, Chen Sanzang emitted Buddha Power to calm it down, and the little tiger gradually returned to normal.
There was no helping it; the innate dignity pressure of pure dragon types on ordinary demon bloodlines was really too great.
"Old Chen, want to eat some dragon meat?"
Such a strong dragon aura, even outside the Yingchou River, Sun Wukong felt it.
