C4191 A Restless Devotion

As the first-grade saint of the God Race, Ancient Temple, spoke, he couldn't help but complain.

F * ck!

What kind of nonsense was this?

Damn it, this was too much sand sculpture, you know?

Why wasn't his brain working at all?

Day after day, he only knew how to f * cking think about those wonderful things?

Hmm?

In the end