"No."
"You said no?" Tang Monk was very puzzled, "Didn't you say the monkey wanted to kill me? Since you can't read his mind, how do you know that?"
"Hehehe... The monkey has been continuously practicing his striking posture behind you with an iron rod. I think he might be considering how to beat you to death with a single blow before the magical constraint causes him unbearable pain."
Tang Monk shuddered again.
He hadn't expected that, in addition to countless demons on the road wanting to devour him, there was also such a terrifying time bomb hanging over his head.
"Then what on earth should I do?" Tang Monk was anxious.
"No problem, that magical constraint of yours is of very good quality," Sandy said.
"Why do you say that?" Tang Monk asked, not understanding.
Monk Sha took a deep breath, looking as though he had something to say but hesitated.
"Why aren't you speaking?" Tang Monk asked anxiously.
"I can't tattle," Sandy said as he picked his nose.
