A Tang Monk, a Sun Wukong, a Zhu Wuneng, and a Junior Brother Sha
She can't be a Zhu Wuneng, and Junior Brother Sha can't be a person with a hard life like him.
Hehe, generally speaking, I can only choose Tang Seng who is leisurely and casual, and picks up handsome guys when he has nothing to do.
When you are tired, there is a white dragon horse to ride on. When you are hungry, Wukong is there to pick kiwi fruits. When you are thirsty, Junior Brother Sha is there to scoop water. When you are in a bad mood, you can beat the pig Wukong to vent your anger.
Thinking of this, Shan Xiaomo almost laughed out loud in her dreams. Is there such a good thing that can achieve multiple things with one stone?
"Hey, you guys should be ready, let's hit the road! Twilight and I are eager to resolve this mess of yours as soon as possible."
Hua Ruoyu seemed to be in a bad mood and threw the baggage directly towards Chu Ziyun who had just walked out slowly.
Chu Ziyun, who had just finished his luck, was pushed back a few steps by the baggage suddenly thrown by Hua Ruoyu and almost fell.
"I didn't expect Mr. Chu to be so fragile? I've offended you so much. It seems I'll take the burden!"
With a suspicious look in his eyes, Hua Ruoyu bent over apologetically. He thought he was acting and felt that he was very involved in the act.
But Chu Ziyun was very generous and didn't think anything of it. Instead, he casually put the baggage on his arm and said: "Young Master Hua has paid so much for us brothers and sisters, and besides, you still have so much for yourself. How can you be so embarrassed, Mr. Chu?"
Why bother you again? You just moved too fast, sir, and I staggered without realizing it."
"Then I, don't I have to carry it anymore?"
Two crescent eyebrows line up in a smile, and the sweet pear dimples are as lovely as flower stamens.
Shan Xiaomo hesitated for a moment and felt that she was really lucky.
With three apprentices, he, Master Xuanzang, can sit back and relax
"Who said that? Look further away yourself!"
Separated by a big poplar tree, a large mottled stone slab was vaguely exposed.
Two bags of brown debris were placed on this huge stone slab. Judging from the appearance, their weight should not be less than twenty kilograms.
Twilight coughed and continued to challenge: "I tried my best. Seeing that the girl ate so much last night, it should be just a trivial matter to carry something weighing thirty to fifty kilograms."
Thirty or fifty pounds?
Do you feel tired despite weighing three to five pounds?
He still weighs 30 to 50 pounds after such a long journey. Did he have the wrong tendons?
Okay, she will remember Twilight's kindness for the rest of her life.
Is it tolerable or not?
Think about what a great leader once said: Political power comes from the barrel of a gun.