Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

"Old Baili, what are you up to again? You're not taking a car, but walking back in this desolate wilderness. Do you want to experience survival in the wild?"

Cao Yuanhai scratched his head, looking puzzled.

Fatty Baili shook his finger in a pretentious manner. "That's wrong! This is called a tactical retreat, understand?"

"How can our special team, after completing the mission, just sit back in disgrace like the main force?"

"That would be so embarrassing! If you're leaving, you have to leave in a domineering and mysterious way!"

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen looked at each other, with smiles in their eyes.

Wu Hen even said directly: "Old Baili is right. We are a special team after all. We should have some special treatment, right?"

"If I take a car back like those ordinary God Slayers, how will I survive in the martial arts world in the future?"

Cao Yuanhai suddenly understood, "Oh! I understand! This is called... this is called..."

He racked his brains for a long time, and finally said, "This is called... showing off!"

Fatty Baili slapped his thigh, "That's right! He's just trying to look cool! Just like the Psychic, he flies away in a flash, that's what you call impressive!"

As he spoke, he imitated the movements of flying, which made Cao Yuanhai laugh out loud.

Jialaner stood quietly by, watching the three people joking around, with a faint smile on her lips.

This relaxed atmosphere gradually relaxed her tense nerves.

At this time, Lin Qiye and Wu Hen walked towards Jialan'er.

Wu Hen looked at the broken wooden bow in Jia Lan'er's hand and frowned slightly, "Your bow... looks like it's completely broken."

Galan'er's

"How about this,"

Wu Hen's eyes rolled.

"I'll ask my superiors to use the materials used to make the broadsword to make you a new bow. How about that?"

Jia Lan'er was stunned for a moment, then shook her head, "No, it's too troublesome..."

"How about I send it for you to have it repaired?" Lin Qiye suddenly asked.

Jia Lan'er's eyes suddenly lit up, "Is it really possible?"

"certainly,"

Lin Qiye smiled slightly.

"I know a very good craftsman who should be able to..."

Fatty Baili nudged Cao Yuanhai with his elbow and said with a wink, "Hey, Lao Cao, do you feel..."

Fatty Baili nudged Cao Yuanhai with his elbow in a sly manner, his voice lowered to a very low level, as if he was plotting some earth-shattering secret.

"Old Cao, didn't you notice? The way Jia Lan'er looks at Lin Qiye... is a little off."

Cao Yuanhai was stunned for a moment, scratching the back of his head, looking bewildered.

"What? The eyes look weird? Don't we all have two eyes and one nose? What could be wrong?"

"I say, Old Baili, what's going on in your head every day?"

Fatty Baili rolled his eyes helplessly and sighed in frustration.

"Alas, a straight man like you who is in the late stage of cancer can't understand the twists and turns involved. Forget it, I can't explain it to you."

He looked at Cao Yuanhai with sympathy, as if he were some kind of misguided youth who needed to be saved.

The few of them walked through the foggy streets and finally arrived at the outskirts of the city center.

Just then, a familiar black van slowly drove over like a ghost and stopped in front of them.

The car door creaked open, and An Yuqing leaned against the door, showing them a dashing smile.

"Everyone, mission accomplished, time to get in the car. This is our special team's exclusive exit method!"

Baili Pang'er curled his lips and looked at the dilapidated van with a look of disgust.

"I say, An Yuqing, are you sure this wasn't picked up from some junkyard?"

"We're a special squad, and we're well-known figures after all. How could we sit like this? This is too low-class!"

"Disgusted? Then walk back by yourself."

An Yuqing crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows.

"It's over 20 kilometers from here to the safe house. Do you want to ride a shared bike back?"

"More than 20 kilometers?"

Baili Pang'er's face instantly fell, like a deflated ball.

"Oh, forget it, let's just take a car. It's better than walking after all."

He said he was disgusted, but his body was honest and he was the first to get into the van.

Cao Yuanhai also got in the car, fastening his seat belt while muttering,

"What's there to be dissatisfied about? It's good enough to have a car to ride."

"I say, our special team is like this every time we carry out a mission. I don't know if the higher-ups will give us a commendation or not."

"At least leave a mark, otherwise who would know we were here?"

Lin Qiye also nodded in agreement.

"What Lao Cao said makes sense."

"Last time we cleaned up that weird statue, no one knew what happened afterwards. We really should have left something behind."

Wu Hen touched his chin thoughtfully.

"Last time we only remembered it afterward, but this time we can't forget it again. We have to make a special mark to let others know we've been here."

Everyone was discussing with each other, and the atmosphere gradually became serious.

At this moment, Baili Pang'er's eyes suddenly lit up and he slapped his thigh.

"Got it! I have a brilliant idea!" He mysteriously pulled out a...

A black spray paint.

"Look at me!"

Baili Panger smiled mysteriously, then shook the spray paint can skillfully and sprayed it at the wall. A chubby Q-version man appeared on the wall.

"How is it? Isn't it cool? This is my exclusive logo!"

He proudly showed off his "masterpiece".

"It's so ugly!"

Cao Yuanhai complained mercilessly,

"What the hell is this? It's like a gas tank that's become a spirit!"

As he said that, he grabbed the spray paint.

"I'll do it! Look at my big knife!"

He drew an exaggerated big knife on the fat man's right hand and added a few flame-shaped lines to symbolize evil spirit.

"That's what we call domineering!"

The atmosphere instantly became lively, and everyone was eager to try it out.

Baili Panger grabbed the spray paint and stuffed it into Jialan'er's hand.

"Come on, Jia Lan'er, come on too!"

Jia Laner smiled slightly, took the spray paint, and painted an exquisite bow and arrow on the fat man's left hand, which contrasted with Cao Yuanhai's broadsword.

The spray paint fell into An Yuqing's hands. She pondered for a moment and added a pair of black-framed glasses to her chubby face. The whole picture suddenly became even more funny.

As everyone looked at this "masterpiece", their expressions gradually became awkward.

This……

It seems a bit too ugly...

Lin Qiye held his forehead helplessly.

"What the hell is this drawing? Are you sure you want to keep it as a mark?"

Wu Hen also complained,

"This is too eye-catching! If you didn't know, you would think it was some kind of kindergarten kid's graffiti!"

"I come!"

Wu Hen grabbed the spray paint, painted the entire painting black, and then drew a striking circle on the black background.

"How is it? Simple and clear, low-key and luxurious!"

He admired his work with satisfaction.

"It seems... a little too simple?" An Yuqing said hesitantly.

Wu Hen thought about it and drew a big "X" in the circle. The lines were rough and powerful, full of strength.

"now what?"

An Yuqing nodded.

"Yeah, it's much better than before."

Lin Qiye also expressed his approval, "This is fine."

Wu Hen clapped his hands in satisfaction, "That's settled then! Our exclusive mark!"

He gave a mysterious smile.

"But I think we can add something more..."

Wu Hen smiled mysteriously, took out a tube of shiny gold powder from his pocket, and lightly tapped the center of the "x". A glittering golden dot instantly enhanced the quality of the entire mark.

"Perfect!"

He clapped his hands, took a few steps back, and admired his "masterpiece".

A spontaneous sense of accomplishment, like an artist, came over me.

"Well, this is good." Lin Qiye rarely praised, with a hint of smile in his eyes.

"Where does this gold powder come from?" An Yuqing asked curiously.

Wu Hen blinked mysteriously, "Secret!"

Fatty Baili came forward and examined the mark carefully, marveling at it.

"Tsk tsk, this golden dot is the finishing touch! Old Wu, you are really good, you are a hidden talent!"

Cao Yuanhai also nodded. "It looks much better this time. It finally doesn't look like an elementary school student's graffiti."

Even the usually taciturn Jia Lan Er showed a rare smile of approval.

“It’s definitely better looking than before.”

"Then it's settled!"

Wu Hen waved his hand and announced, "From now on, this will be the exclusive mark of our special team! Spray it wherever you go!"

Everyone expressed their agreement, and an inexplicable sense of ritual arose spontaneously.

They surrounded the mark, as if holding some mysterious ritual, silently gazing at the symbol representing their special team.

At this moment, they seemed to no longer be ordinary god-slayers, but a team with a unique mission.

"Okay, mission accomplished, time to call it a day!"

An Yuqing clapped her hands, breaking the brief silence. "Everyone, get in the car. Let's go home and eat hot pot!"

Everyone cheered and got into the dilapidated van, laughing and talking all the way as they drove towards the safe house.

The fog gradually dissipated, and a hint of dawn appeared on the horizon. A new day was about to come.

They don't know how many challenges are waiting for them in the future.

But they are full of expectations because they are a team, a special team.

Wu Hen looked at the gradually brightening sky outside the window, with a meaningful smile on his face.

"Next, where should I go to do something..."