บท 1025: 1024

This day, the autumn was clear and refreshing.

The book said, suitable for killing bandits, chanting the Tight-Binding Spell, change in personnel.

Sun Wukong had long been used to it, having tried before and learned from experience, bandits were not something you could just decide not to kill; when faced with those actively seeking reformation, a smile and acceptance sufficed.

Besides, with their group's peculiar and bizarre faces, any bandit daring to rob them must be no ordinary person.

As for this true or false Monkey King's long holiday, returning to the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit to have a carefree time, Sun Wukong had stopped daydreaming about it.

Sun Wukong was still unaware of the arrangements above, but even if he knew, it didn't matter. Habituation numbed the monkey, and he was well aware of one truth: the bad tasks meant for him could never be avoided.

Just endure it!

Looking at the page number, it won't be long now.