Wangcai's imagination finally came to an end. He was so annoying.

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Because I need to take care of these "god people" of mine.

In fact, I can't go too far every day. I had to go to the county town to purchase, so I became the funder of all the stores on the most prosperous street in the county town.

Of course, not everything can be bought from them. Because this place is a small place after all. So, in addition to purchasing my gold, Lao Liang has another task, which is to help me find what I need.

What I call divine punishment is actually very simple, I just ask Lao Liang to find two things for me.

Strong pesticides and sulfuric acid.

The next day, when God gave it, I found that because I did not meet their request, the gold once again became less. I lowered God's punishment.

I first sprayed strong insecticide spray, followed by sulfuric acid. Ants that were already the size of the first joint of the thumb were twitching, and white smoke was emitting all over my body, and the sound of "stinging and stinging" was dead.

I think these poor guys must have a lot of pain when they die.

I watched a small number of ants die with satisfaction, and at the same time, I pointed at the food with my right hand and said, pointing at the dead ants with my left hand.

"I can give you food, and I can also make you die." After that, I left.

I didn't notice that an ant that was hit by my double blow was not dead. It trembled and climbed up.

My hand, carrots and sticks, helped them to provide gold for three days normally.

Starting from the fourth day, there was less gold again.

To be honest, there are very few leisure time I can lie on the sun lounger every day.

Almost every moment, I am exhausted and running to satisfy the ants’ “humble” requests.

I don’t know if I am now, I am considered their god, and no god would be so embarrassed.

So, under such high pressure, I became irritable.

I saw the gold decrease and planned to come to the divine punishment again. When I took out the sulfuric acid bottle and the insecticide can, I realized that before I knew it, my apostles had changed generation after generation, and they now looked so majestic. The painted black shell reflected a metallic luster, and the triangular heads were painted with various "divine patterns" that even me, the "god", were unknown.

Those who see them will never expect that their first generation is just the most ordinary black family ant.

I didn't choose to hurt them because they were my messengers?

The people I chose to punish were those worker ants who were moving food. These worker ants were also huge in shape, and there were no such big ants in nature.

Their front jaws are very large and look like a very powerful weapon. If I were not their "god" and not for their gold, maybe I had already escaped far away.

Because these things are monsters.

I overcame the fear in my heart and sprayed my double attack on them. But something that stunned me happened.

I saw those big worker ants who had no response to the liquid. They even shook quickly like dogs, and they threw away the liquid on their bodies.

I was wondering if the potion had failed. But looking at the liquid thrown out of them, splashing onto the food, the sound of "squeaking" and the carbon black left behind.

I know that the potions are effective. Oh my God, how can they be immune to sulfuric acid?

I was so evil that I took the shovels from the ground that shoveled food for them, and poked them hard at the ants.

I did not see the scene of the ant breaking into corpses, but heard the harsh and sharp sound of metal and stone collision.

I was so scared that I threw the shovel down and shrunk a little, wondering what other weapons I could get to deal with them.

Flame-spray guns? What should they do if they can withstand high temperatures? It seems unrealistic to drown them with water. Just when I was thinking about how to deal with these ants.

My "messengers" spoke.

Their representatives said that they have been tolerating me for a long time.

They say I am a parasite that is not enterprising and relies on the hard work of ants to exchange for the comfort of my own life. But they never thought of serving ants.

"Service? Are you wrong? I am your God!"

"God?" they sneered. "Can God get it without work? We serve you and please you just to learn things in your world. Use your knowledge to defeat you. Just like the TV show, the small island country that has always been inverted from the back of the mind."

I was surprised and frightened to watch them quote the plots in TV documentaries. Then I understood why they kept me on TV twenty-four hours a day.

Let me buy books from the primary school textbooks to subdivided majors in various fields of university.

It turns out that they are for learning.

"How can you be so smart? You are just ants!" I figured out everything, sweating all over, and my spirit began to be a little blurred, and it was abnormal.

"Do you know how long we have been on Earth?" said the ants with colored scribble.

The ants have always had a clear division of labor. From the moment they were born, they decided what they would do in their lives. Each ants worked perfectly in their respective jobs.

They saw me silent, asked and answered themselves, and answered their own questions for me.

"According to your algorithm, it's over 100 million years."

"So what if you have been there for more than 100 million years? You are still inferior creatures." I argued unyieldingly.

"Who is low-level?" I actually saw a mocking expression on the ant's face.

"How long have you humans been born? One million years? Two million years? Why do you think you are advanced?" said the ant. "You are spreading on this planet like a virus. Uncontrollable exploitation of resources and persecuting the ecological environment. Do you call you developed?"

When they saw me open their mouths, they seemed to know what I was going to say, and they said directly.

"Everyone develops has to go through pain? Save it. Child...oh. It's not about you, it's about your race."

"In fact, we punished many arrogant races. For example, the giant beetle race that ranks ahead of your civilization."

Looking at them, I don’t know what I feel. I want to speak but can’t speak, so I can only continue to listen to them.

"You have done too much, so you have to destroy you. As for why we chose you, it's just a coincidence." The ants seemed to laugh. "What can really continue the population is not what you call science, expansion, or contraction. Only by being in awe of nature can you be saved."

"The trial begins!" said the ants covered with stripes.

I turned around and saw one ants after another popping up from the land.

They were bigger than the ants I sprinkled with sulfuric acid. They were all black and shiny, and the big pliers on their jaws moved with one move, majestic.

They began to cover the ground densely.

A moment before their action, I saw the old man from Inner Mongolia who I had always hated. He shook his head as if regretful, and then returned to the house as if nothing had happened.

What I don’t know is that while so many ants emerge in front of my eyes, huge ants emerged in all countries and places around the world.

They began to sweep humans like scavengers, plowing the ground.

The humans here will not awaken any superpowers, and ordinary guns and cannons are of no use to the ants.

Finally, I sighed in a dazzling white light.

"It seems like I'll see the sun tomorrow..."

Countless mushroom clouds rose into the sky, and shock waves passed by. Humans and huge ants died together.

I don’t know how many days have passed, a small black ant crawled out of the huge ant.

They have become smaller and gathered together and have lived a life that has been repeated for billions of years.

As for humans, what is that? Can it be eaten?

The rest of his life's daze ended. He didn't know what level the article he wrote was. Is there any level of street stall literature, storytelling, and soulmates?

It seems that there is no.

He felt that he had forgotten something. He shook his mind before remembering Su Yuxiao asked him to go back early and said there was a surprise.

Although we are a cat now, it is still not good to let girls wait.

So, the little fat man began to run wildly for the rest of his life. The flesh in his body trembled with his movements, which was so funny.
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