Under the peach tree, Fu Xi and Sun Wukong sat cross-legged on the ground.
Fu Xi tossed a Flat Peach into his mouth, bit down, and his mouth filled with juice, sweet and fragrant.
After finishing the Flat Peach, he grabbed a jug of wine nearby and drank it dry in one go: "Refreshing, bring me another jug!"
In no time, there were already dozens of empty wine jugs lying beside him.
"This calamity's capacity for liquor is too great."
Watching from a distance, the green-headed one couldn't help feeling bitter: "At this rate, the wine we've saved for thousands of years will be drained by him."
"I'm going to slaughter him!"
The white-headed one said angrily.
"Me too."
The green-headed one greatly agreed, "You go first?"
"Fang Mountain!"
The white-headed one immediately turned around, looking towards the Mountain God, "Quick, think of a way to send Fu Xi off!"
"Today is my birthday."
