Du Mu's ears still echoed with the bitter sarcasm of the God of Contract: "How can a person who has never been an emperor have the courage to comment on God's decision-making?"
Just like you,
Have you passed the application, do you understand the practical test, do you have the ability to think logically, have you accumulated N types of professional knowledge?
Not to mention the emperor, how can you compare to a female man?
A female man can go to the hall, go to the kitchen, fight gangsters, and carry drunken men.
Can you do it?
I won't play with you anymore. If you're so rude, you can be your own god.
Du Mu was made a god.