Sun Wukong slowly spoke at this moment. "Brothers, this Tang Xuanzang is so annoying!"
"Why don't we slit Tang Xuanzang's throat?" Sun Wukong suggested impatiently.
That bald donkey Tang Xuanzang could not be given a chance to speak. Once he got the chance, he would just yap on and on, as endless and unceasing as the Yangtze River, completely incapable of stopping!
It was like having a fly buzzing endlessly by one's ear, droning without stop. So annoying.
When Demon King and the other Demon Kings heard Sun Wukong's words, their eyes lit up. They also found Tang Xuanzang especially annoying.
It was just one sentence. They had merely allowed him to say his last words, yet he kept babbling without pause. They could not listen to it any longer.
At this moment, Tang Xuanzang was even more like a fly than an actual fly. Sun Wukong's suggestion made Demon King and the other Demon Kings' eyes light up.
This was a good suggestion.
It was not a bad idea.
Upon hearing Sun Wukong's suggestion and seeing the reactions of the other Demon Kings, Tang Xuanzang hurriedly said, "If you do not like hearing this poor monk speak, then this poor monk will remain silent."
As he spoke,
Tang Xuanzang quickly shut his mouth, terrified that they would cut out his tongue. After all, he still needed this mouth to save all living beings. How could he let them cut out his tongue? Then he would be unable to speak.
Tang Xuanzang obediently shut up, and the world fell quiet at that moment. The seven Demon Kings could not help feeling that the world was better off quieter.
Sun Wukong said, "Brothers, the oil cauldron is ready. It is time to put them in."
The Demon Kings nodded