"You guys keep drinking, I'll go check on my wife first," said Lao Zhu.
He casually tossed aside a roasted pig's knuckle, whipped up a demon wind, and vanished into thin air.
"That fool, so eager just for his wife?"
Sun Wukong watched Zhu Ganglie hastily depart, shook his head, and chuckled.
"Brother Monkey, you don't understand, Brother Zhu has been holding it in for who knows how long. Now he finally gets to taste some 'flesh' again, no wonder he can't wait,"
Said the completely carefree Little White Dragon, who, under his boss's influence, had shed his innocent nature and fully activated his dragon's inherent lustful attributes.
It's natural to understand Zhu Ganglie's current state; he's probably eager to hold his wife and tumble around for three days and three nights.
"Tsk tsk, the more impatient Little Pig is now, the more heartbroken he'll be later. Let's go watch a good show. Xiao Kongkong, Little White Dragon, get the Memory Stone ready, we have to record this scene,"
