Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Shao Pingge walked into the wind and snow step by step, without looking back, or even a trace of nostalgia.

The back figure was as lonely as a knife stuck in the snow, its sharpness remained undiminished despite the erosion of wind and snow.

Lin Qiye stood where he was, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms.

"Damn it," he cursed softly, his voice shattered by the wind, "Just leaving like that? Not even having a New Year's Eve dinner?"

A young team member nearby couldn't help but say, "The captain..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Wu Hen.

Wu Hen's gaze was colder than the wind and snow. He stared at the direction where Shao Pingge disappeared, his tone so flat that not a single ripple could be heard:

"If he stays, who among us can eat our meal in peace? Letting him go will make life easier for him and for us as well."

"Stop being such sissy girls and get ready to eat."

His words were like a basin of ice water, extinguishing the sadness of separation that had just risen in everyone's hearts.

Yes, Shao Pingge was burdened with too much, so he chose to leave alone on New Year's Eve, a day when families should have been reunited.

I just don't want to put that heavy burden on anyone's heart.

Everyone turned around in silence, only Lin Qiye was still standing there, like a snow sculpture.

Wu Hen patted his shoulder and lowered his voice: "Don't look at it. Everyone has their own destiny. He has to walk his own path."

Lin Qiye took a deep breath of the cold air, as if it would freeze his lungs, then he hummed in a hoarse voice and turned to catch up with the team.

At the same time, on the other side of the city, under an inconspicuous bridge.

"You're back." A thin figure crawled out from the tattered quilt, and his eyes lit up instantly when he saw the person coming.

She was a little girl who looked no more than seven or eight years old. Her face was dirty, but her eyes were surprisingly clean.

Lu Baoyou didn't say anything, just nodded and handed over a steaming bun in her arms.

The little girl didn't take it, but took out a small pot from behind her like she was offering a treasure.

In the pot were instant noodles that had just been boiled with snow water, bubbling with steam.

"I picked up bottles today and exchanged them for money! I bought some noodles!"

As she spoke, she carefully took out a sausage wrapped in plastic paper from her pocket.

He tore open the package, broke off a large portion without hesitation and put it into the broken bowl in front of Lu Baoyou.

"The boss gave me extra today! Here you go!"

Lu Baoyou looked at the half sausage in the bowl, his eyes moved, but he still didn't say anything.

"Dang!" In the distance, the first firework exploded in the night sky.

The brilliant light instantly illuminated the entire sky, and also made the dark bridge hole flicker.

The little girl excitedly picked up her bowl of instant noodles and, imitating what she had seen on TV, raised it towards Lu Baoyou: "Happy New Year!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" More fireworks rose into the sky, and the huge sound echoed over the city.

Under the bridge, the little girl's clear voice mixed with the loud noise of fireworks, but it reached Lu Baoyou's ears extremely clearly.

She looked at him, her eyes sparkling with fireworks.

"Happy New Year, my hero."

The moment he finished speaking, Lu Baoyou's fingers gripping the broken bowl suddenly tightened, and his knuckles turned pale from the excessive force.

The indifference on his face was like an icy lake where a stone was thrown, cracking into a tiny but clear crack.

In the west of the city, Li Zhenzhen and Fang Mo were wrapping their clothes tightly, preparing to return to the team.

"It's so damn cold," Fang Mo rubbed his hands and exhaled a breath of white air.

"In this awful weather, I wonder where the captain went all by himself."

Li Zhenzhen gathered her scarf and said in a muffled voice, "Don't make blind guesses. The captain has his own plans."

"Let's go quickly and don't keep everyone waiting."

The two of them stepped on the thick snow, one foot deep and one foot shallow. When they turned a corner, their footsteps stopped at the same time.

Under a street lamp not far away, a figure was kneeling in the snow, his back straight, as if he had merged into one with the wind and snow.

Snowflakes fell all over his shoulders and hair, making him look like a lifeless sculpture.

"Then... who is that?" Fang Mo narrowed his eyes, a little uncertain.

Li Zhenzhen had already recognized that person, and her pupils suddenly shrank: "Lu Baoyou?!"

How could it be him?

That Lu Baoyou who is always like a lone wolf in missions, acts alone, and is terrifyingly powerful?

Why is he kneeling here?

The two looked at each other and walked over quickly.

"Lu Baoyou? What are you doing here? What happened?" Li Zhenzhen asked anxiously.

The man kneeling in the snow slowly raised his head. The dim light from the street lamp shone on his face, illuminating a bloodless paleness.

His lips were frozen purple. He opened them as if he wanted to say something, but only a hoarse sound came out.

He took a deep breath, as if he had used up all his strength, and finally squeezed out a few words. His voice was as dry as sandpaper rubbing against him.

"…Lend me some money."

Li Zhenzhen and Fang Mo were stunned for a moment, thinking they had misheard.

Lu Baoyou seemed not to notice their shocked expressions. He stretched out a hand with difficulty and humiliation.

The hand that could once easily break the enemy's neck was now trembling uncontrollably in the cold wind.

His eyes were dodging, not daring to meet their gaze, but deep in his eyes,

But it burns with an almost paranoid and desperate flame.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

In the heavy snow and wind, there were only three people in deathly silence, and his hand stretched in the air, waiting for the verdict.