"Hey, hey, my dearest people in pain, welcome to your heaven - God's seventh day of rest."
"Here, there is no pain, no sadness, no desolation. All you need to do is stretch your tired muscles and play an interesting game with His Majesty."
Lin Qingye crossed his legs and chatted with the weird voice with a smile, "Great Your Majesty, what if I am a masochist and prefer illness and sadness?"
His great Majesty didn't want to answer. He lowered his head to see his frightened children, but saw an expressionless handsome face stretching out the middle finger towards him.
Mo Yutang opened his indifferent amber eyes and raised his middle finger towards the dim sky, "Trash, you won't let anyone die well."
The force value is super high, the sand sculpture is annoying to the point of death, and the attack
"Amo, why do you want to die?"
"For atonement."
"What about you?"
"Me? I'm just a little tired."
Intention: As long as we are alive, there is hope.