Why Am I an Ant?

"The Dog King wins twelve times in a row!" The dog-headed man laughed and said, "Are you, a bunch of ants, worthy of defeating me?" Under the high platform, demons and monsters lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look at the dog-headed man. "You guys are a bunch of moles." Halfway through his words, the dog-headed man suddenly felt a heavy murderous aura. "Who, who is provoking me!" Looking along the murderous look, an ant not much bigger than a grain of rice was grabbing his hair-thin wrist. "Today is a good day, dog meat hotpot should be good." "Liu, I, I was wrong, I was just mocking these ants." "Huh?" Liu smiled kindly, "I gave you a chance." Bang bang bang bang bang bang Ant over the shoulder twelve consecutive throws "Liu Yisheng, next." That day, all the beasts knew that they should never mess with an ant in this world, especially one that could throw them over their shoulders. That fucking hurt.