The fishing journey of a great god who died suddenly.
Fishing makes me happy.
Liver, impossible.
Let alone cause trouble.
"Amon! Go to work quickly."
"Goetia, give up. Even if I jump from the Temple of Time, break into a golden crispy chicken, and leave you group of interstellar players, I won't move my eyes."
…
"Merry, can I apply for political asylum in Avalon?"
"Hey, what did you do?"
"I accidentally exposed Goetia's true identity in front of the king and swapped his body with the king's."
"..."
Duan Ziwen, the same sand sculpture style as always, short story, the end of the week.
Conception:
哥谭小马躺平扯住蝙蝠侠的披风嘤嘤嘤地告状。