The Story Of Sun Wukong นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Muxue, as long as someone bullies you, I will defend you with my life." "Sun Wukong has been waiting for the Tang monk for five hundred years. Feng Qingxue has been waiting for the nine hundred years. Yu Wen Tuo has been waiting for Ning Ke for five hundred years. Yu Wentu has been waiting for Long Yang for one thousand years. Yi Xiaochuan has been waiting for Yushu for two thousand years. Xiyao has been waiting for thousands of years. Zixuan has been waiting for Xu Changqing for three lifetimes. And I am lucky enough to meet the best you at the best years. How can I bear to let you be bullied?"

Seras laughs, and the laugh is the birth of a new sun. Seras: “Baby, I was born burning.” She looks at me, eyes softening for one heartbeat. Seras (quiet, just for me): “Go get our boy. I’ve got the door.” The Blazing Wukong avatar raises the staff high. The mirror-realm ignites. And I run—toward the stolen heartbeat pulsing in the Forty-Eighth’s fist—knowing my sister just turned herself into a living sun to hold the gate open. This is why we win.

Hadith had taken away the three most precious Sun Sacred Trees of the Holy Temple of the Sun. Of course, this Hadith was Chu Xun. He was in charge of the Eight Dragons Surrounding Star Formation. After the so-called gods entered the formation, they couldn't come out alive. He had left the divine servants in the East to his dear wife. "The external worries have not been resolved, but these damned Western gods have caused internal strife for me. Then, don't blame me for being cruel. It will take tens of millions of years for the Western Martial Tao to recover.