Library

I come from the depths of the clouds, and I go from the depths of the clouds again. When will I come, and when will I return? I lament the injustice of this world, the frustrations of fate, and the ruthlessness of this world. My resentment eventually turned into my nightmare, which made me intoxicated, letting me see that beam of light shining into my dark heart, and it let me know that I am the king.

A mysterious white plastic bag appeared in the night sky, quietly entered human homes, swallowed it in one gulp, and was sent to an unknown country.

The last trace of my soul was floating in the pot of stewed meat. I looked at my former people kneeling on the ground one after another, raising their hands and begging the Emperor for a little bit of the broth. I shed the last tear from the corner of my eye, and then my soul disappeared. Scenes from the past were replayed in my mind like a puppet show. The world was in chaos, demons were rampant, and the people in the area under my jurisdiction were desperate, and they knelt down one after another to pray to the gods. I fought with my confidants for three days and three nights. Seeing the corpses scattered all over the field in front of me and the villagers cheering, I knelt down with my knife and smiled lightly. My subordinates also lay down on the ground one after another, laughing loudly and talking about how many monsters I had killed this time. I wanted to drink a few pots of wine when I went back in the evening and sleep with it for a few days and nights. But unknown to us, a conspiracy was coming, and the villagers began to laugh ferociously, and tied us up one by one with this god-catching net, saying that our sins of killing were too serious and we were not worthy of being gods.