"Ji Minghuan, why are you suddenly acting crazy?" Sun Changkong said this, but his face was a bit flushed, "I know, I know."
She paused for a moment, turned her head to hug the Somersault Cloud, "I know, you will be by my side."
Ji Minghuan quietly watched her, his lips moved slightly.
He really wanted to say: You should run, run as far as you can, something terrible is about to happen.
But where could this girl run to? As long as the Mentor's Spiritual Imprint remains, Sun Changkong could turn into a puppet at any moment.
If possible, Ji Minghuan wished he could go back a few years, find Sun Changkong, who was still a wild child on the mountain, and tell her not to run around, warning her that accidentally stumbling into Sun Wukong's mythical relics would spell doom for her life.
