Little milk cats don't give casual rua tails

The distribution of basic supplies has been taken over, but there will certainly be riots among the various planets.

This is sometimes the case. If everyone does not rush to grab supplies, there must be enough supplies, but if everyone goes to the supermarket to grab them, it will definitely lead to unfair distribution of resources.

Yan Dong turned the camera in one direction, and the desolation and coldness of this remote planet completely appeared on the screen.

"I know that the fact that the Empire intends to confront the Chuangshi God toughly must have caused dissatisfaction among some of the people, but other than that, we have no other choice."

"We created God, and God oppresses us."

"In the long run, the world will no longer be our world, but a creation of God's so-called will."

"It is absolutely unacceptable for something like this to happen."

The news on the barrage became denser, but Yan Dong didn't continue to read, but continued to talk.

"I don't believe in God because we clearly have the ability to control God. Every point of will that is reduced will weaken God's ability."

"Only by uniting and uniting with the outside world can we win. If there are still people who believe that the God of Creation will feel compassion, and think that the God of Creation will destroy the world because we don't have enough faith, I hope everyone can let go of this fluke."

"Everyone's strength counts."

The sky was even more gloomy than before, and a large swath of dark clouds rolled together, making people feel suffocated just by looking at it.

Yan Dong walked in this place alone, his figure was extremely lonely, but it was miraculously not insignificant.

"Boom—"

As soon as he finished speaking, a thunderclap exploded in the sky.

Yan Dong smiled, and his voice was clear: "Look, God is not happy."

Another shock.

The little devil who once saved the world looked up at the sky, narrowed his eyes slightly and let out a sneer.

"But I don't care."