"...What the hell?!"
After seeing the state of the villa's living room, Fang Mo froze completely.
It was not some absurd scene capable of shattering his worldview, but after seeing that huge pile of bizarre plush dolls, along with all kinds of Bilibili Stars stickers plastered across the walls, he would have been lying if he said he was not bewildered.
As the ruler of White Earth and supreme sovereign of countless dimensions, Fang Mo's home was not as vast and empty as a true divine temple, but it was certainly not small. The living room alone could easily accommodate a party of more than a dozen people.
Only now...
This spacious, brightly lit living room was filled with all kinds of bizarre dolls.
The sofas, coffee table, TV cabinet, wine rack, and even the bar counter nearby were piled high with plush toys.
Fang Mo took a closer look and realized that he actually recognized every one of them. They were basically all those Bilibili Stars he had created himself—Wang Jingze, Liu Huaqiang, King Billy, the pangolin, and all sorts of other nonsense. There was even a plush doll of Xiongfeng Mountain dressed as the Grim Reaper and carrying a scythe.
But when it came to the most merchandise...
It had to be the various cartoon chicken dolls.
Gray center-parted hair, tiny suspenders, standing on a small basketball, holding a flatbread in its left hand and fried chicken in its right...
Even the wall behind the sofa had changed. The paintings that had originally hung there were nowhere to be seen, replaced by a crookedly written couplet: "The peak breeds false supporters; dusk bears witness to true believers." This was abstraction opening the door for abstraction—abstraction all the way home.
And as for his dearly beloved little daughter...
She