"Great Mr. Chen Yu, having been successfully elected as the leader of the human race last night, do you have anything you'd like to say to the whole world?" Chen Yu got out of bed, bewildered and still undressed, "I don't know, I just woke up...” …
The husky raised a paw, pushed up the frame of his glasses, and didn't answer.
Chen Yu couldn't bother to care and simply threw the rolled-up mat on the ground, grabbing the military shovel and took a swing!
"Crack!"
A coffin was split in half.
"Crack, crack..."
A few more swings of the shovel.
A small pile of wood was neatly arranged.
Then, he breathed out a wisp of fire, igniting the wood and casually sat by the bonfire, asking the husky nearby, "Puppy, are you hungry? Want me to grill some lamb skewers for you?"
The husky: "?"
...
As everyone knows.
Making money requires a conscience.
Without a conscience, you make even more money.
Cultivation also needs a baseline.
Without a baseline, cultivation gets faster.
Chen Yu never considered himself a good person.
But he thought he was at least a gentle person.
"How about it?" Chen Yu, having grilled the last meatball, threw it into the husky's mouth, "How's the medium-well texture, isn't it tender?"
"Woof!"