Cai Gen didn't show any surprise, he was very calm, like a normal person.

"I knew that other Wusheng also played indispensable roles in other projects.

However, the master is so cruel, he even divided you into several parts, doesn’t it hurt?”

Wu Sheng had a hundred heads, nodding vigorously at the same time.

"Why doesn't it hurt?

I cried in pain several times.

However, the master's worry-free soup really works.

It doesn't hurt anymore after drinking it, I feel happy and satisfied.

The next few times, I became a little addicted.

I want to urge the master to do the project just to drink the worry-free soup.

However, the master said that each project and each bidding section must not be rushed, otherwise all the previous efforts will be wasted.

Hey, I really miss the master’s worry-free soup.

By the way, you are the awakened God of Pain, and you don’t know whether it is true or false.

The most sensitive part of me was separated by the master.

Can you make worry-free soup?

Make me a bowl."

Worry-free soup?

What a stupid name.

There is no connotation at all, and it is very straightforward. At first glance, it seems to be a casual name.

So how good can a random bowl of soup be?

Is there really no more sorrow?

For something that can be addictive, the ingredients probably won’t be too complicated.

How can something with side effects be a good thing?

Cai Genqiang remained calm and seemed confident.

"Well, I've seen the recipe for worry-free soup in Kushen's cookbook.

It's just that the materials are incomplete.

When I have all the materials ready, I must make it for you.

Just one or two bowls, so you can take a shower without any problem.

By the way, how many times did you become addicted?

After you became addicted, how many bowls did you drink?”

Wu Sheng might not have talked to anyone for a long time.

Or maybe it’s because he talks more carelessly.

In particular, the atmosphere created by Cai Gen is quite good, making people relax their vigilance unconsciously.

“Of course I was addicted after the first bowl.

The master chef did this to me five more times.

Later I drank a few more bowls and I don’t know.”

"Chongchong, I feel like Cai Gen is trying to trick you, but unfortunately I have no evidence.

But the evidence is not important, as long as I feel it is, it is enough."

Ah Xi, Cai Gen really wants to kick Na Qi to death.

This guy came to disrupt the situation again, and the atmosphere created was completely destroyed before his eyes.

"Qiqi, you feel right, I felt it too, just a little later than you.

Cai Gen, why are you like this?

I told you just now that the master is not allowed to talk to outsiders about the project.

Is it really okay for you to trick me like this?"

You will never blush if you blush.

Cai Gen skipped this topic directly.

It can probably be calculated.

One bowl plus five bowls, this uninvolved project, at least six times.

In other words, there are at least six projects of the God of Bitterness.

Because he has been left in the Rashi world as an inanimate clone.

So of course I don’t know how many times I drank it later.

If every project were to integrate the scale of Rashi World.

So

Cai Gen didn't even know what to think.

The conclusion that can be drawn for the time being is that the god of suffering is very busy.

I don’t know how many years have passed, but I haven’t been idle at all.

It's very possible that he spent his entire life doing just this one thing.

I don’t know if I have ever experienced the happiness of a family in this world if I don’t have time to find a partner and have children.

If it were him, 99% of the time he wouldn't have that perseverance, or obsession.

What kind of motivation is it that makes the god of suffering be so willing?

Cai Gen thought it would be better to start with the people around him.

"Wusheng, I won't ask you about the project.

I just want to know why you are willing to listen to your master.

What benefit did he give you?

Or is it that he coerced you into cooperating and forced you to do it?"

Wu Sheng felt that this should not be a cliche.

It really doesn’t involve any secrets that cannot be told.

"Master has never forced me.

It didn't even give me any benefits.

Whenever the master has some good stuff, he uses it to do projects.

I'm almost dying of poverty. I don't even have a pair of socks that don't leak through my toes. How can I get anything good?

Besides, I don’t think anything is a good thing, except worry-free soup.”

Oh my gosh, knowing this is more important than anything else.

It turns out that the god of suffering is also very poor.

This also explains why Maomao always wants to save a fortune for the master.

Maybe it was because I was afraid of poverty when I followed the God of Pain.

So if I am awakened from the God of Pain, will I also inherit poverty?

No, what about the fate of abject poverty?

Cai Gen felt that his future was dark and dark.

"The master first asked me, why am I alive?

I can't die, and I've never lived, so I don't know.

There's nothing I can do about it, life or death doesn't matter even if I say it myself.

Later, the master asked me again, why does it exist?

I really don't understand it.

Who knows why I exist?

Finally, the master told me that existence must have a meaning.

Existence without meaning exists without meaning.

Needless to say, I must have been fooled again.
To be continued...