"You guys keep drinking, I've got to go check on the wife first," Lao Zhu said.
With a casual toss of a roasted pig's knuckle, Zhu Ganglie vanished in a gust of demon wind.
"That fool, so eager for his wife?"
Sun Wukong watched Zhu Ganglie rush off in a hurry and shook 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, he's that impatient."
Having given up on decorum, Little White Dragon, under his boss's guidance, shed his innocent demeanor and fully activated his inherent dragon desires.
Of course, he understood Zhu Ganglie's current state, probably couldn't wait to embrace his wife and create a ruckus for three days and nights.
"Tsk tsk, as impatient as Little Pig is now, that's how heartbroken he'll be later. Let's go, Little Kongkong and Little White Dragon, get the Memory Stone ready. We have to capture this scene."
