Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen looked at each other and pushed open the door of the dean's office without hesitation.

Inside the door, Braki was grabbing his long golden hair.

Like a cat whose tail was stepped on, he paced around the desk, muttering to himself.

"They are barbarians! Absolute barbarians!"

When he saw the two people coming in, he seemed to have found an outlet for his emotions and rushed over with red eyes.

"Listen, does this make sense? They actually asked me to play the Moonlight Sonata on the battlefield!"

"That damn monkey, he called my music 'lullaby' and said it wasn't lethal enough!"

"And that bastard king actually asked me to change the battle song to a heavy metal rock style, saying that it would make the chopping of people more rhythmic!"

Braki covered his face in despair: "My art, my soul, is being tarnished by them!"

"I'm a poet, a musician, not a damn battlefield DJ!"

Wu Hen looked at him expressionlessly, while Lin Qiye scratched his ears.

He said lazily, "So, you're hiding here and complaining to the dean?"

"I'm accusing them! Accusing them of their atrocities!" Braki retorted excitedly.

"Have you finished the accusation? Ask them to apologize to you."

"And then continue to treat you like a fragile vase and keep you at a distance during battles?"

Lin Qiye's tone was calm, but like a needle, it accurately pierced through all of Braki's excitement.

Braki was stunned.

Lin Qiye walked up and patted him on the shoulder: "They are stupid and don't know how to deal with people like you."

"In their world, there are only two kinds of people: enemies and allies."

"They dragged you onto the battlefield and used you to compose music in such a rough way. They were not humiliating you."

"What's that doing?" Braki asked unconsciously.

Wu Hen interjected coldly, "That's telling you that they have your back."

"It's just that their methods are bandit logic that an artistic youth like you can't understand."

Lin Qiye shrugged: "They treat you as one of their own, Braki."

"Although the method is stupid, this is the signal that they accept you."

"What you see as torture, they see as an invitation."

"You choose whether to continue hiding here and feeling sorry for yourself, or go tell those two idiots what the hell your music should be used for.

After saying that, Lin Qiye and Wu Hen didn't even look at him again, turned around and walked out of the office.

Braki was left standing there alone, the devastation and anger on his face gradually giving way to a complex thought.

The air was eerily quiet for a moment.

The air in the underground cell always carries a cold smell mixed with rust and decay.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen walked to the deepest cell.

Imprisoned here is the Pen Fairy, a powerful vengeful spirit with a fear value of up to 95.

The cell was shrouded in black fog, and only a blurry figure in school uniform could be seen, holding a pen that was floating in the air.

"I'll give you a choice." Lin Qiye's voice was not loud, but it clearly penetrated the black fog.

"Submit, or be completely wiped out."

The black fog rolled more violently, and a biting chill of resentment hit me in the face.

On the wall of the cell, the pen began to scribble frantically, leaving behind scarlet words for "death".

Wu Hen didn't even frown, but just uttered three words lightly: "Three, two..."

Before the word "one" came out, the crazy pen suddenly stopped.

The next second, it moved at a speed so fast that afterimages appeared.

I quickly drew a standard circle on the ground, then pointed the pen downwards.

He nodded up and down three times respectfully and slightly in the direction of Lin Qiye and Wu Hen.

From the black fog, a sporadic, eerie female voice, as if from a poor signal, could be heard: "I... obey..."

There was a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen didn't even look at it again, turned around and walked towards another cell.

The person locked up in this cell is a tumbler, a red tumbler that is only the size of a palm and has a funny smiling face painted on it.

Its fear value is only 13, but its attitude is a hundred times more arrogant than the Pen Fairy just now.

"Same choice." Wu Hen repeated what he had just said.

"Submit, or be destroyed."

The tumbler remained motionless, and even the funny smile on its face did not change at all.

It was as if he didn't hear them at all, full of silent contempt.

Wu Hen looked at Lin Qiye.

Lin Qiye frowned slightly, but there was no anger on his face.

He just took a deep look at the tumbler, then turned around calmly: "Let's go."

The two of them just left like that, as if the ultimatum just now was just a boring joke.

The corridor in front of the cell fell into silence again, but the atmosphere was even more depressing than before.

In less than five minutes, Lin Qiye and Wu Hen came back.

This time, Lin Qiye was holding a pug in his arms.

The dog had snow-white fur and was dressed in a small tuxedo as a joke.

He looks like a normal human being, with his tongue sticking out and a silly grin on his face.

"Wangcai, a new toy." Lin Qiye said, and directly opened the door of the tumbler's cell and threw the pug in his arms in.

"Awoo?" Wangcai fell to the ground in a daze, got up and shook his head.

Lin Qiye closed the cell door and looked at the tumbler inside who still maintained a contemptuous attitude.

A meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Good luck."

He said this lightly, and turned away with Wu Hen again.

Inside the cell, Wangcai looked at the new environment curiously.

It wandered over to the tumbler, tilted its head to look at it, and then raised its hind legs.

A stream of warm liquid was poured precisely onto the tumbler.

The smile on the tumbler's face seemed to freeze for a moment.

After marking, Wangcai shook his body with satisfaction, but he did not lie down like an ordinary dog.

Instead, he slowly stood up on his two hind legs.

The silly smile on its face disappeared, and was replaced by,

It is an extremely human, weird smile that is seven parts evil and three parts cruel.

The red body of the tumbler, which had been motionless, suddenly trembled.

The pupils of its painted eyes suddenly contracted.

The contemptuous smile on his face, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, suddenly cracked at this moment, turning into endless surprise and anxiety.

The entire cell was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.