"I, Old Sun, don't believe it!"
After a long period of silence, Sun Wukong finally roared.
Clearly, this was a significant psychological shock for him!
His grievance was great, even more so than Dou E.
The misunderstanding looks around him, and the expressions of his master and the disciples looking at him, reminded him of that scene from the Three Battles with the White Bone Spirit.
Betrayed by everyone.
Everyone misunderstood him; grievance, resentment, and rage surged forth.
"Master, this is a trap."
Sun Wukong was still steadfast, refusing to believe he would act recklessly under the influence of alcohol.
He directly shouted in anger, "This time, it's definitely Zhenyuanzi, that old Demon Dao, plotting to frame Old Sun!"
"Wukong, don't speak nonsense," Tang Monk quickly said. "Zhenyuanzi senior's Daoist Temple is already far, far away."
However, the surrounding Women's Country players, watching the scene, were stunned.
Simply amazing.
