When Chen Xuan left the bar, Xiao Bailong, whose young spirit was greatly shaken, curled up into a ball.
Not knowing how to comfort him, Chen Xuan let Wukong, as his senior brother, hold the little dragon to provide some warmth.
As for Wukong, he insisted Chen Xuan carry him.
Well... In this hot weather, Chen Xuan really didn't want to carry a furry monkey while strolling on the street.
But the animal insisted that it was too drunk to walk, so he had to be carried.
What could he do?
He could only spoil his own Spirit...
(✪ω✪) Master, what is that thing?
As they passed a square, Wukong, who was pretending to be asleep and drunk, suddenly opened his eyes and stared directly at a row of colorful bumper cars.
"Bumper cars; you sit in them and bump into others," Chen Xuan casually replied.
(๑´ㅂ`๑) It looks fun! I've never ridden one before...
Stone Monkey grinned, subtly dropping hints.
"You can't just say you want to play, can you? You have to beat around the bush."