Creator God snorted, "You have five more seconds."
"5..."
Mo Shu hurriedly said, "I didn't think of any wishes so suddenly, can you allow me to think about it?"
Creator God seemed even more displeased and coldly snorted, "As expected of the impolite humans. Calling me as you did is one thing, but even when addressing me, you use an equal term. You have never been equal to me, you should address me as: Great Creator God Sir, and refer to yourself as: this lowly one."
Mo Shu: "......"
Is this too cliche?
Creator God: "…Don't think that I don't know what you're thinking."
Mo Shu immediately bowed his head, coughed lightly, and said, "Great Creator God Sir, this lowly one hasn't thought of any wishes yet, may I…uh, may this lowly one think it over?"
Creator God waved his sleeve, "No."
Mo Shu: "…"
Creator God: "You could wish to become rich overnight, or to become a peerless beauty, I can satisfy any of these for you."
Mo Shu: "......"
