Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Lin Qiye watched Hong Xiaoyan disappear at the end of the corridor, feeling a little helpless.

The "thump" sound coming from downstairs seemed to still echo in the air.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and prepared to face this terrible situation.

Wu Hen, who was not far away, came up excitedly and said with a smile: "Xiao Ye, that kick just now was a masterpiece. When can you teach me?"

Lin Qiye was in no mood to pay attention to Wu Hen's teasing. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a look of deep resentment and bitterness.

Seeing Bukira staggering up from the first floor, before he had time to shake off the dust, he started to wail and complain.

"Oh my! My artistic career almost ended here!"

Bukira rubbed the back of his head, looking both angry and funny.

"Okay, okay,"

Wu Hen pretended to smooth things over, walked up and patted Bukira's shoulder.

"That wasn't me just now. If you want to find someone to settle the score with, go find Hong Xiaoyan."

Lin Qiye stood aside and said seriously, "Hong Xiaoyan has indeed gone too far. I will teach her a lesson."

He came up with an idea and immediately added, "But, Bukira, how about trying to switch from poetry to short videos?"

"I guarantee your popularity will soar." He rolled his eyes, hinting at amusement.

Just as the atmosphere was relaxing, Ni Yaqi came wandering over from the stairs, holding a sewing kit in her hand.

She looked at the depressed Bukira and smiled slyly: "Bukira, how about I sew your mouth shut, and then there will be peace in the world."

When Bukira heard this, his face turned pale and he kept saying "no need, no need".

At this time, Wu Hen wanted to laugh, "Xiao Yaqi, this is simply saving the world."

Everyone's attention was focused on Ni Yaqi and her needlework, and they felt a sense of danger.

Lin Qiye made up his mind and said, "Why don't we go downstairs? I'll treat you tonight."

Just as everyone was attracted by this sentence and breathed a sigh of relief,

When he was about to move to the dining table, Wu Hen suddenly clapped his palms vigorously and gave Xiao Huaqiao a beating.

The corners of his mouth curved into a cunning arc. "Just wait and see. Next time, maybe it won't be as simple as just sewing my mouth shut."

The people around looked at each other, and Lin Qiye had already turned around and walked towards the corridor.

The back figure in the interweaving of light and shadow seems to be ready to strike a thrilling move, leaving behind a meaningful silence.

The aroma of dinner filled every corner of the hospital. Li Zekai warmly invited everyone to the dining table: "Come on, the food is ready."

Like cats summoned by a whistle, everyone swarmed towards the dining table, and the air was filled with laughter.

Ni Yaqi didn't mention needlework anymore. Instead, she carefully inquired about Bukira's injury: "Bukira, are you okay? Did you fall hard?"

As he filled his stomach, Bukira groaned exaggeratedly, "Oh, my life is almost gone. I just lacked a bit of luck, but at least I was brave enough to persevere."

"Brave as hell,"

Lin Qiye joked, "If this happens again, crying in the wind will probably be considered an artistic expression."

After hearing this, everyone burst into laughter.

Hong Xiaoyan sat in the corner, picking up food as if nothing had happened, calm and collected, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with her.

After dinner, the night sky was filled with stars and the entire hospital was shrouded in a mysterious and peaceful atmosphere.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen walked side by side into the yard, and the evening breeze brought a hint of coolness.

Wu Hen laughed and joked, "Xiao Ye, what strange plans do you have for tonight?"

Lin Qiye pinched his nose meaningfully, and his voice was filled with suppressed anticipation: "You said, if there is really a big secret behind the mystery of Bukela,..."

"Do you think it will shock me like the plot twists in online novels?"

At this moment, they noticed a faint light coming through the window of Bukira's ward.

Wu Hen sighed: "Hey, Xiaoye, are you planning to scam me again? You've turned your voice down to the lowest setting, making you sound like a scout."

Lin Qiye did not answer, but continued to sneak into the shadows, step by step closer to the faint light.

His heartbeat accelerated unconsciously, and his eyes flashed with endless curiosity and adventure.

Just as he was approaching the window, a gentle female voice that did not belong to Bukira could be heard faintly from the slightly open door, as if whispering something.

Wu Hen's heart suddenly shook, and seeing the wicked smile on Lin Qiye's face, he couldn't help but reveal an expectant look.

At this time, Lin Qiye stopped, turned around and winked at Wu Hen, "We have a good show tonight."

As his seemingly real and unreal words dissipated in the wind, the entire courtyard seemed to be shrouded in a premonition.

The mystery floating in the air arouses the deepest curiosity in everyone's heart.

Late at night, Lin Qiye and Wu Hen took advantage of the darkness and tiptoed towards Bukira's ward.

The faint light coming through the window gave them some courage.

Lin Qiye raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and whispered to Wu Hen: "Brother, we are going to uncover a century-old secret tonight."

The two men held their breath and walked closer, one in front and the other behind.

At this moment, the door of Bukira's room suddenly creaked open.

I saw Bukira standing quietly by the door with a complicated smile on his face.

"So you two are also curious about my secret?"

Wu Hen shrugged cunningly, looking innocent. "Well, everyone is a little curious, isn't it allowed?"

Bukira sighed deeply, then revealed his identity in a nonchalant tone: "Forget it, I'll find out sooner or later anyway."

"My name is Yi Xiaodeng, and Bukira is just my temporary container."

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a thunderclap exploding between Lin Qiye and Wu Hen.

The two of them stared wide-eyed at the same time, and Wu Hen quickly opened the system panel.

His eyes quickly scanned the bright red notice above: "Host has listened to a century of truth. Please provide appropriate feedback."

Lin Qiye was not willing to be left behind. He squeezed next to Wu Hen and nudged him with his elbow: "This is really exciting. The system really didn't lie to me."

Yi Xiaodeng's face was filled with sadness as he began to explain softly, "Once in Asgard, I gave the golden apple to the gods, but in doing so, I lost my freedom."

At that moment, her eyes seemed to have traveled through time and space, staring at a hidden corner.

"Bukira was seriously injured by me, and I gave him my heart to keep him alive."

Lin Qiye was speechless for a moment. The story behind it was beyond his imagination.

However, Wu Hen couldn't help but interject, "So, how can we make this 'life extension package' a win-win situation?"

The room was silent for a moment. After a moment, Yi Xiaodeng chuckled softly and said, "All of this is due to fate. You should also be careful of fate's tricks."

As soon as the words fell, they looked at each other, and the silent commitment and determination grew in their hearts.

Just as Lin Qiye was about to ask something more, Yi Xiaodeng raised her hand tiredly, signaling the two to give her some time to rest.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen smiled at each other, understood each other, turned around and left silently.

In the moonlight, their backs gradually disappeared in the shadows of the courtyard.

And a new storm seems to be quietly emerging, with no signs yet.