Bab 292: Chapter 162: Deranged (Part 3)_3

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!"