They Probably Want to Die

"Not bad. I thought they would take months."

Taking advantage of the night darkness, she stored all the firewood in the straw shed in her microcosmic space.

"Master, you collected everything? There's still a section of the straw shed that's empty. Are you going to tell them not to come tomorrow?" Wei Na asked.

"Did I say that?" An Jiuyue shrugged innocently.

She continued softly, "These people are too lazy. So many days have passed, but they haven't chopped a single piece of firewood. I think I have to teach them a lesson."

Wei Na was shocked.

Master, is there anyone more evil than you in this world?

They worked tirelessly to chop so much firewood, and yet you collected everything at once and even accused them of not chopping any! How can you do that?

Of course, this was something An Jiuyue was capable of doing. How would those people turn over a new leaf if they were not punished severely?