198 Land gods

Tong Huang said, "If you die today, if you die tomorrow, why should you care if the fish lives or dies?"

The fisherman said, "I fish only to eat fish, but in my heart, the fish, a little bit of intolerance."

"But I don't think so," Tong Huang said as he pinched a mud ball from the ground and, with a slight congealing, struck it in the middle of the river. A short time later, a fish stunned by the mud ball emerged from the river. The fisherman smiled, but didn't move.

"Still not moving?" Tong Huang frowned, "Dude, you're so calm!"

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