God of Worri Is Above

I had a dream. Dreams are very real, reality is illusory. In the dream, there is hot food, a soft bed, and you can lie lazily on the sofa, holding a fat house and happy water, switching various channels. I don't have to wash my clothes by the river at 10 degrees below zero, sleep in a room covered with straw, and go out to hunt in the freezing cold winter. I actually don't like the chase between prey. So I'm sorry, please have mercy on my killing. I'm sorry for those who died under my bow. We are all working hard to live! ——Ibuprofen Steve. To my monsters from another world. "Run quickly! God of life, Zod is above, he is simply a butcher who despises life!" "God of Worri, you are working hard to live, so what do I, God of Worri, mean to you?" "Yes, yes, everything you said is right! The arrow was still on the string when I apologized! The God of Worri! When I apologized, he missed and shot through my heart. And his arrow also drifted!" "He said, 'I'm sorry to borrow some furs for the winter.' Now, in order to save their lives, my wolf sons and wolf grandchildren collectively learned how to bark like a sheep! What a glory to our wolf clan!"