"Hee hee hee! My dearest suffering people, welcome to your paradise: God's Seventh Day, the day of rest."
"Here, there is no sickness, no sorrow, no misery. All you have to do is stretch your weary limbs and play a fun game with our great Majesty."
Lin Qingye crossed his legs and chatted with the eerie voice, grinning. "Great Majesty, what if I'm a masochist who happens to like sickness and sorrow?"
The great Majesty didn't want to answer. He lowered his head to look at his frightened children, only to see a handsome, expressionless face giving him the middle finger.
Mo Yutang's indifferent amber eyes gazed at the gloomy sky as he raised his middle finger. "Trash. You won't even let people die in peace."
A ridiculously powerful, hilarious top who drives people crazy x A cold-faced, seemingly useless-at-everything bottom who drives people crazy
"A Mo, why are you going to your death?"
"To atone for my sins."
"And you?"
"Me? I guess I'm just a little tired."
Theme: As long as we're still alive, there's hope.
