C797 Regret not sun wukong

To be exact, the voice sounded a little familiar, but Huang Xing couldn't really remember who the owner of the voice was.

"Who is it?" Huang Xing asked.

The other side said, "Why? It's only been a few days since we last met, and my old classmate can't even remember me?"

Old classmate? Huang Xing's brain worked at the speed of a computer