Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The smile that was still on Leng Xuan's face was more terrifying in An Qingyu's eyes than the roar of the evil spirit in the abyss.

That was not Leng Xuan's smile. Leng Xuan's smile always carried a hint of coldness and helplessness.

The one in front of me, the curve of the corner of his mouth is so perfect that it seems to have been measured with a ruler.

Beneath the warm appearance lies a soul-freezing indifference.

An Qingyu's heartbeat was beating like a drum in his chest. He had to confirm.

The most dangerous alarm must be issued in a way that only their core members can understand.

His right hand seemed to be raised casually, as if to wipe away the non-existent sweat on the tip of his nose.

The tip of his index finger tapped the bridge of his nose three times lightly and rhythmically.

This is one of the secret codes their team has summed up after countless life-or-death situations.

Meaning: Be on high alert, there is a mole or imposter around you, don't trust anyone.

The movement was extremely small, blending in with the tired posture after the battle and was almost unnoticeable.

An Qingyu's eyes were fixed on "Leng Xuan"'s face, and her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

He expected to see even a momentary hint of confusion or reaction, which was the true instinct of Leng Xuan.

However, no.

The smile on "Leng Xuan"'s face did not change at all, and there was not even a ripple in his eyes.

He just stood there quietly, as if An Qingyu had just made a meaningless little gesture.

It was this "no reaction" that was like a bucket of ice water being poured over An Qingyu's head.

It made his limbs go cold instantly.

This time, cold sweat really slid down his forehead and back, soaking his underwear.

It’s over.

This is not Leng Xuan.

At the same time, Si Xiaonan, who was following closely behind "Leng Xuan", also sensed the fatal sense of incongruity.

She was very close, close enough to smell the faint scent of blood and dust on him.

A mountain breeze blew by, rolling up his slightly wide cuffs, revealing the black arm that should have been hideous and terrifying.

The arm was still the one that housed the power of the evil god, and the black scales glowed with a cold luster in the dim sky.

But Si Xiaonan's pupils shrank to the size of needles at that moment - on his arm,

The golden earrings that were embedded in the gaps between the scales like a living thing, always watching over the evil god Loki,

"Loki's Ear" disappeared!

The artifact crafted by the priest to suppress and position Loki was gone.

Si Xiaonan's heartbeat seemed to be grasped by an invisible big hand and suddenly stopped for a beat.

Her mind went blank as fear swept through her consciousness like a tsunami.

The disappearance of Loki's Ear could only mean one thing - the suppression had been lifted.

So, who is controlling this body now, Leng Xuan, or...

She didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Almost instinctively, she suppressed the screams and tremors that were about to burst out of her throat.

He turned his eyes away from the terrifying arm and lowered his head again, as if he saw nothing.

Her breathing became cautious, and every step she took felt like she was stepping on the tip of a sharp knife.

The crackling sound of dead leaves under my feet was like the death warrant of the god of death.

She could feel that the "person" walking in front of her,

It was like a volcano that could erupt at any time, and she and An Qingyu were right on the edge of the crater.

In this suffocating silence, "Leng Xuan", who was walking in front, suddenly stopped.

He turned around slowly, the perfect smile still on his face.

He didn't look at An Qingyu, but his eyes fell softly on Si Xiaonan's pale little face.

He didn't say anything, just bent down and picked up a dry branch from the ground.

Sand, rustle...

He began to write stroke by stroke on the ground covered with fallen leaves and dust.

His movements were graceful and calm, as if he was not experiencing a life-and-death struggle, but rather engaging in a leisurely afternoon of writing.

Si Xiaonan and An Qingyu's eyes were forced to focus on the moving branch.

A line of words quickly appeared on the ground: Xiaonan, are you okay? Don't be afraid, I'm here.

The handwriting was Leng Xuan's, and the tone was Leng Xuan's usual concern.

But in Si Xiaonan's eyes, this was a trap filled with poison.

He is testing!

He was using Leng Xuan's identity to test whether she had noticed.

If she showed any fear or distrust, she would be admitting that she saw through him.

Si Xiaonan felt like his blood was about to freeze.

Her mind was working frantically, and a few seconds seemed like a century.

She raised her head, met those seemingly gentle eyes, and tried to squeeze out an expression of dependence and fear.

Her voice had a slight tremor of surviving a disaster, and she perfectly played the role of a frightened little sister.

"Brother Leng Xuan, why...why don't you speak?"

She did not answer his question, but threw it back with a rhetorical question.

There was just the right amount of worry in his eyes.

"Does your throat hurt?"

This rhetorical question is brilliant. It not only explains his behavior of writing, but also perfectly maintains her "know nothing" character.

A very brief hesitation seemed to flash across those deep eyes.

Si Xiaonan's acting was so realistic that even this god of lies who had lived for countless years was momentarily shaken.

He seemed to be really thinking whether he was being too suspicious.

However, the slightly trembling fingertips of Si Xiaonan's hand hidden at her side still revealed the turmoil in her heart.

Leng Xuan's gaze slid across her face and landed on An Qingyu who was not far away.

That perfect smile reappeared, this time with a hint of understanding and cruel amusement.

It was as if he had finally put the last piece of the puzzle together and understood all the secrets.

He dropped the branch in his hand.

In a nonchalant tone, as if discussing the weather, he said, "Touching your nose... is a simple and effective signal."

An Qingyu's face turned as pale as paper in an instant.

Before he could react, an extremely fast afterimage cut through the air.

That afterimage was actually the ordinary dry branch he had just thrown away!

At this moment, with the blessing of Loki's divine power, it is more deadly than the sharpest blade in the world.

Pfft——!

There was a dull sound as a sharp weapon cut into flesh.

Time seemed to be stretched and solidified at this moment.

The horrified expression on An Qingyu's face was frozen forever, and his head shot up into the sky.

It created a strange blood-red arc, and finally rolled down into the grass not far away with a "bang".

And his headless body still stood for a second under the influence of inertia.

Then, boiling hot blood gushed out of the neck cavity like an uncontrolled fountain!

The warm, sticky liquid instantly splashed all over Si Xiaonan.

Her white shoes and socks, her calves, were instantly stained scarlet.

A strong, sickening smell of blood, mixed with the warmth of life, enveloped her.

She stood there, motionless, not even daring to blink.

She could clearly see that An Qingyu's blood had formed a small pool on the ground and was slowly flowing over her toes.

The warm touch, like the cold hand of death, was climbing up along her ankle, inch by inch.