Sun Wukong could be considered one of Xiao Long's childhood idols.
For some reason, Xiao Long suddenly realized that tormenting someone he had once admired felt amazing!
Especially when Xiao Long had dealt with Primordial Heavenly Venerate that time—he had felt absolutely exhilarated!
After all, in his eyes back then, Primordial Heavenly Venerate had been an almost invincible existence, arrogant as hell!
But what had happened in the end? Not only had he been punched until he vomited blood, but Xiao Long had even stepped on his face!
Tell him, how could that not feel good?
And naturally, Sun Wukong had also caught Xiao Long's attention.
This time, Xiao Long was going to give his childhood idol a proper beating!
"Hehehe, Sun Wukong, is it? I really don't know where you got the nerve to speak to me like that. Do you know that even your mother wouldn't dare raise her voice at me!"
Xiao Long flashed Sun Wukong a very "special" smile.
Although Sun Wukong had supposedly leaped out of a stone and had no father or mother,
he should still have had a mother in name.
That was Nuwa, who had created Sun Wukong!
There was nothing wrong with that statement. After all, weren't people nowadays all made by their mothers? Though their fathers still had to provide a little tadpole during the process.
Nuwa had made Sun Wukong, so she was Sun Wukong's mother. There was absolutely nothing wrong with that!
And there was nothing wrong with saying that Nuwa would not dare speak to Xiao Long in the tone Sun Wukong was using to scold him!
For a moment, Sun Wukong had no idea what Xiao Long meant.
Mother? Since when did he have a mother? Why didn't he know about it?
However, the smile on