"Yeah! Yeah! That two-legged beast with a clean face has returned to the village!" The old donkey howled in a broken gong voice, and the stone ground shook with its front hooves. "Looking at him in such a bad state, Mr. Hoof, I almost laughed and split my head!" This voice was like dropping a blockbuster. The animals in the whole village instantly became energetic, gnawing on melons all night long, waiting to see this good show.
Chen Mo's face was dark, and his fingers tightly clenched the wolf fang pendant on his chest. Who knows, since he hung this wolf fang around his neck, he has fallen into the "cesspit" of animal language. From then on, no matter whether it was the sparrows in the trees, the voles in the fields, or the old yellow dog in the village, every time he opened his mouth, all kinds of swear words were thrown at him, which annoyed him.
After being unemployed and destitute, he returned to the village. He originally wanted to live quietly for a few days, but unexpectedly, he quickly became popular on the Internet like a shooting star.
As his fame grows, all kinds of troubles come one after another. Advertisers are flocking here, variety shows are vying for invitations, and even the old locust tree in the village seems to have become a place for Internet celebrities to check in. Chen Mo held his head and wailed: "I just want to quietly be a sensible migrant worker!"
But the animals didn't think so. They collectively raised their paws and sneered: "No, you don't want to be quiet, you want to be the best."
