The Silver-Horned King laughed and said, "Zhu Ganglie, stop shouting. Pulling you out naturally means we're going to eat you."
"Eat me? Didn't you say you would eat me after capturing my master? How come you're going back on your word?" Zhu Ganglie shouted.
With a twist of his body, the Silver-Horned King stepped aside, "Your master? Didn't we just catch him? In a little while, it will be about time to eat."
Upon seeing Tang Sanzang in the big pot, Zhu Ganglie's eyes lit up and he called out, "Master, master! I'm here!"
Tang Sanzang glanced at him and cheerfully said, "Wufan, you're here too? Are you coming in for a soak?"
Zhu Ganglie noticed that the fire was not ordinary and neither was the pot— even a deity thrown into it would be cooked before long. He hurriedly shook his head, "Master, you enjoy it by yourself, I'd rather not... haha..."
On the other side, the Gold-Horned King and the Silver-Horned King laughed as well, "Two fools who don't know death is at hand."