At this moment, An Xiaoyu hung up the phone and saw Gu Xiaobei and Yu Zimo sitting in front of her, staring blankly. She couldn't help but ask, "What's up with you two now?"
Gu Xiaobei sighed wistfully.
"Xiaoyu, how come your luck is so good? To meet a God-like man, indeed, it's really hard to find even with a lantern!"
An Xiaoyu: "..."
Uh, her family's God... he really is a hot commodity!
But when it comes to fate, who can really explain it?
Yu Zimo said, "Gu Xiaobei's had a shock today and is daydreaming, still fantasizing about her Prince Charming! I say, just because he's on a white horse doesn't mean he's a Prince; he could also be a Tang Monk."
Gu Xiaobei said, "Tch, a man like Tang Monk, I wouldn't look up to him! All show and no substance, can't fight a chicken, and only shouts 'Wukong, save me' when a demon comes, has no ability, only knows how to chant the Band-tightening Spell. Without his disciples, who knows if he could even get to the Western Heaven?
