You Always Want Something From Me, But Never Say Thank You

The golden three-inch man that was the embodiment of Heavenly Dao really wanted to cry, but he always felt utterly powerless when he was facing Wang Ling.

He had been summoned here over and over again this month, not because Wang Ling wanted to trade resources or anything, but because he wanted to ask about secrets.

But these secrets were all mysteries only known to heaven…

Most importantly, trading for these mysteries was bad enough, but who would trade for them using crispy noodle snacks?

Blame everything on his father, who had originally used crispy noodle snacks in a transaction with the boy in front of him, thus leading to this reality…

Devil…

"Go ahead, what do you want?" The golden three-inch man sighed, already completely giving in to this reality.

Wang Ling was rummaging through his drawer. He actually didn't have many crispy noodle snacks left, and was very reluctant to give them away.