"Brother Ping'an, why must Little Monkey kill the White Bone Spirit? Why not let that mortal-eyed Master Tang suffer a bit?"
Children's love and hate are clear-cut.
Liking is simply liking.
This bias was obviously quite pronounced.
Clearly taking Sun Wukong's side.
Zhou Ping'an's head spun as he was asked.
Wu Cheng'en, it seemed, hadn't written that…
He coughed lightly, deciding to give this curious child from another world a bit of tough love by speaking some harsh truths.
"This question involves complicated issues, like 'Should you listen to me, or should I listen to you?'"
Zhou Ping'an pointed outside the mansion.
"For instance, you've been cooped up at home for four days, and today you really want to come out and play with me.
