Pigeon by the Window

I, Fang Cheng, an Immortal.
Although I had developed many hit games, there was one question I never quite figured out.
Games, why are you fun?

To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

Staring blankly at Fang Cheng, she pondered for a long time before finally finding a suitable term of address for him.


Beside her, Zhiyi Heavenly Lord couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.


Meanwhile, Fang Cheng looked at the Golden Mother speechlessly and raised his hand, saying, "Change the address, our karmic ties aren't that deep."


Instantly, the Golden Mother's face turned red with embarrassment, and she was at a loss for words.


Covering her face, she muttered softly, "Sorry, please excuse me for a moment; I'll come back after I'm dead."


"Yeah, what would we do if you died?" The Prime Minister immediately started to console the Golden Mother.


"Right, for the sake of our memories, please keep living." The Minister of Military Affairs also kept comforting her.


After being consoled by her subordinates, the Golden Mother finally calmed down.
