"What kind of dog crap logic is this?"
"Why would Tyrannical Song benefit from my death and get to usurp the throne?"
"Tyrannical Song isn't even related to me."
"Even if it were arranged by a will, even if you skipped seven or eight turns, it still wouldn't be Tyrannical Song's turn. So why does he get to take a higher position?"
The skepticism filled the 'eyes' that the fat ball had temporarily manifested.
Seeing the fat ball's confused eyes, Senior White Two felt happiness well up inside—he struggled to suppress his smile, puffing his cheeks into dumpling shapes.
When the fat ball saw Senior White's terrible effort to hold back his laughter, he knew he was being mocked.
Tyrannical Song wasn't actually plotting a coup at all.
So, there's only one possibility left...
"Tyrannical Song, has your main body achieved immortality and become the Will of the Heavens?" the fat ball asked despairingly.
