Zhe Mu curiously asked, "Mighty Killing God, could it be that so much time has passed that you remembered incorrectly?!"
Killing God shouted with a flushed face and a thick neck, "How could I possibly remember wrong!? Back in the day, the Creator God forced me to play cards with him, and it took me over a billion years to pay back what I owed. Do you think such a profound memory could be something I remember incorrectly?!"
Everyone present was dumbfounded. It turns out it wasn't that they wronged the Creator God for being a jerk — the Creator God was just inherently a jerk!
Ke Xin furrowed her brows slightly and said, "Use your imagination, and the more, the better!? Isn't this poetry? Is it a verse then?!"
"A verse!?"
Ruan Xiaoqi shook his head and said, "I don't think so. Look, the requirement of this question is asking you to use your imagination and write the sentence below — it kind of feels like a fill-in-the-blank problem."
"A fill-in-the-blank problem!?"
