Master Guyue looked at this guy stripping off his clothes at breakneck speed, her face turning black, then white, then livid, then bright red, as if she were a chameleon.
Finally, Master Guyue drew her whip, her face as dark as water, and roared, "You damn hooligan, I'm going to beat you to death!"
Seeing this, Tang Sanzang shouted, "Hey, you like to play like this? I like it too!"
"You like it, huh? Then I'll whip you to death!"
Master Guyue swung her whip and lashed out, but the next moment, a shadow flashed in front of her, and her hand suddenly emptied—when she looked down, the whip was gone!
Turning back, she saw the bald man who had already stripped his upper body bare, revealing a muscular torso. Holding her whip and with his back to the sun, he gave her a delighted smile, "Compared to the queen's game, my good fellow prefers the king's game. Now I'm the king, and the game begins!"
Crack!
The whip sounded like a thunderclap!
