Dog Boy, carrying a hoe over his shoulder, walked briskly down the mountain. Although he had just buried many bodies, he didn't know those dead folks, and it didn't affect his joyous mood one bit.
He now owned a house and had fields, and most importantly, his wife was about to give birth. Everything he had dreamed of had come true at this moment.
"Hey, I, Cao Cao, am just brilliant with my ingenious strategies—every step I took was the right one. Without my cleverness, none of this would belong to me!"
If it weren't for the fact that his hometown was so far away, he really wanted to return and tell everyone about his success and make a triumphant homecoming.
Stealing glances at the people behind him, Dog Boy quickly walked a few steps further to create some distance, and then carefully pulled out a book from his bosom.
Just as he was happily touching the incomprehensible characters with his fingers, a hand covered in black hair suddenly reached out and snatched the book away.