I'll Scoop! I'll Scoop! I'll Scoop Scoop Scoop!

"No... no divine power allowed?!"

The Rakshasa God sprang up from beside Lin Feng's thigh like a coiled spring.

Her eyes, which had been gleaming with "This will be easy" just moments ago, now widened like bells as she stared fixedly at Lin Feng.

No divine power?

What kind of road-building was that? That was hard labor!

The ravines in the ground had been carved out by the Angel Holy Sword!

Each one was several feet deep. The hard granite had been chopped into fragments, with some areas even reduced to powder.

No divine power, just using their hands to move stones, mix mud, and fill pits?

How many years would that take?!

"What? You have objections?"

Lin Feng tilted his head slightly, not the slightest ripple of emotion visible in his dark eyes.

"No... no objections!"

The Rakshasa God shuddered all over. The "no" that had just reached her lips was forcibly swallowed back down along with her saliva.

A despairing howl rang out in her mental world.

"It's over! I really am reduced to hard labor now!"

The Rakshasa God roared furiously at the Angel God, "It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, why would we have to do this kind of work?"

Just as the Rakshasa God stared helplessly at the mess on the ground, on the verge of tears as she wondered where to find tools—

A figure carrying a strange... excitement, clasped his hands behind his back and slowly strolled up before her.

It was Dugu Bo.

This "strength-based" gardener, who usually could not hold his head up before that crowd of "technical" gardeners who played with flowers and grass.

At this moment, his eyes shone frighteningly bright.

It was the relieved look of someone who had finally found a sucker to take