That was probably the most unlucky day in Li Chonghua's life. Inexplicably, more than 50 yuan was deducted for a voice message. Then, the 3,600-word manuscript he spent an afternoon typing failed to be submitted and was deleted. On the way home, it was raining and there was no signal when trying to make a phone call...
Li Chonghua had no choice but to fight alone in the coconut grove in the desert, calling every day for help, asking his best friend to run away.
"Damn! Damn it! It's fun to play with me when you have nothing to do, isn't it?!" Li Chonghua cursed.
(God: Of course it's interesting! Why don't you let me play tricks on you)
"Don't you think I'm easy to bully?! You thief! You spend all day doing nothing to play tricks on others. You bully good people, work for tigers, eat, drink, go whoring, gamble, cheat, kidnap, and steal. You do all kinds of evil! Say it! You are worthy of the people, worthy of the party, worthy of me, and worthy of me. Can you afford yourself?! (3,000 Words omitted here)" Li Chonghua cursed so passionately that he forgot his own situation, but he forgot that God will never forget it. Anyone who dares to slander God will be sent to ancient times where he will not be able to survive or die.
Rumble——
God struck Li Chonghua with a thunderclap.