Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The wind and snow seemed to stop at this moment.

The owner of that voice was shattering the eternal silence of Kunlun with a constant rhythm.

Si Xiaonan's heart suddenly tightened. She turned back abruptly, her pale face filled with vigilance and horror.

The pill pot in his arms was icy cold, and he seemed to feel the indescribable pressure coming from the end of the wind and snow.

She stopped, her breath almost stagnant.

It was no longer just the sound of footsteps, but the embodiment of a certain rule.

Every step he took felt like stepping on her heartbeat, freezing the blood in her body.

The snowflakes flying around were strangely suspended in the air, as if time and space were grasped by an invisible giant hand, unable to move.

The curtain of wind and snow was slowly drawn aside, and a figure walked out from the pure white.

She is not down to earth, but is above the wind and snow.

A faint rainbow-colored divine light lingered around her body, as if the ice and snow and stars on the top of Kunlun Mountain, which had existed for billions of years, existed only to set off her.

Her face was blurred, covered by a thin layer of mist.

But those eyes were as clear as two eternal cold stars.

It penetrated the wind and snow, penetrated time and space, and was imprinted deep in Si Xiaonan's soul.

The moment he met those eyes, Si Xiaonan felt that everything about him was seen through.

Her worry about Leng Xuan, her overwhelming hatred for Loki, her cowardice and determination hidden deep in her heart,

All her struggles and persistence were exposed in front of her eyes, becoming insignificant and ridiculous.

God’s power is like a prison.

These four words exploded in Si Xiaonan's mind.

She couldn't even think of resisting, awe and fear that came from the very source of life,

It turned into a substantial weight that hit her back hard.

"Click——"

That was the cry of bones unable to bear the weight.

Si Xiaoxiaonan's legs went weak and he fell uncontrollably to his knees in the snow, almost dropping the pill pot in his hand.

She used all her strength to hold it tightly in her arms. The cold touch was the only reality she could feel at the moment.

She wanted to raise her head, but found that her neck seemed to be filled with lead and she couldn't lift it even an inch.

She is finished.

This thought was like the most vicious curse, instantly snatching away all her hopes.

She went through untold hardships and risked being accused of betraying God to steal the elixir of immortality.

After overcoming numerous obstacles, he ran into the real owner of this sacred mountain at the last step before leaving Kunlun.

Western Queen.

Despair was like an icy tide, surging from all directions and drowning her in an instant.

She felt like an ant being crushed to death by God at will, and all her struggles were meaningless.

Just when the divine might was about to completely crush her will, the elixir pot in her arms...

The faint breath belonging to Leng Xuan was like a thin but tough silk thread.

Pulled her mind back from collapse.

No, can't give up!

Leng Xuan is still waiting for her!

A courage that came from nowhere broke through the shackles of divine power.

A faint flame was rekindled in her long-numbed chest.

Si Xiaonan slammed his forehead against the cold snow, using up his last bit of strength to make a hoarse but clear sound.

"Si Xiaonan, a member of the seventh team of the Great Xia Night Watch, kowtows to the Queen Mother of the West!"

Her voice echoed in the silent snowfield, carrying a hint of unquestionable determination.

She did not argue or beg for mercy, but first revealed her identity.

This is her glory and her last resort.

The figure said nothing, just quietly hanging in the air.

Those calm eyes seemed to be examining a mayfly that was trying to communicate with the world.

Si Xiaonan took a deep breath, and the snow foam entered his lungs, causing him to cough violently.

But her voice became more resolute: "I know that I have committed the heinous crime of stealing the miracle drug. This crime is unforgivable!"

"But my captain, Daxia's 'Zhulong', was severely injured while protecting the human world, and his life hangs by a thread."

"He can't die! Daxia can't live without him, and the world can't live without him!"

"Si Xiaonan's journey is not for personal gain, but to protect the people and fulfill the Night's Watch's oath of 'living for Daxia, dying for Daxia'!!"

"If the captain can be saved by this, Si Xiaonan is willing to be imprisoned in the Kunlun Abyss forever and endure the pain of being frozen for ten thousand years to atone for this sin!"

"If the gods won't allow it, please grant me the magic medicine to save my captain, Si Xiaonan... I'm willing to sacrifice my soul to appease the gods' wrath!"

Every word she uttered was powerful, a cry squeezed out from the depths of her soul.

She placed her life and loyalty as the final bet in this game of unequal power.

After saying this, she fell to the ground, saying nothing more, waiting for the final judgment.

The flame of hope flickers in the wind and may go out at any time.

After a long time, Queen Mother of the West finally took action.

She slowly raised her hand, and an ancient bronze mirror emerged from her palm.

The light in the mirror flowed like a pool of autumn water, instantly enveloping Si Xiaonan's figure.

Kunlun Mirror.

Legend has it that this divine tool can see into people's hearts and illuminate the origin of all things.

In the mirror light, countless images flashed rapidly.

There is her stubbornness in sweating on the training ground, and her determination in fighting side by side with her companions during the mission.

There was the heart-wrenching grief she felt when she saw Leng Xuan lying in a pool of blood,

There is also her persistence in holding the alchemy pot while trudging through the wind and snow, constantly repeating "Captain, wait for me"... All the emotions,

All thoughts are presented nakedly in the Kunlun Mirror, without a trace of falsehood.

The Queen Mother of the West's gaze fell on the mirror, and a barely perceptible fluctuation seemed to flash across her unchanging eyes.

After a moment, the mirror light dissipated.

The divine power that suppressed the heaven and earth also quietly receded like the tide.

Si Xiaonan felt his body lighten and he almost collapsed to the ground.

She raised her head tremblingly and saw the pot of immortality.

It slowly rose from her arms and floated towards the sacred figure.

Her heart sank to the bottom.

However, the figure just looked at the pill pot quietly and waved his hand casually.

The pill pot drew a graceful arc and fell lightly back into Si Xiaonan's arms.

It was still cold, but there seemed to be an inexplicable warmth.

"You go."

A cold and ethereal voice without any emotion came from behind the clouds and fell into Si Xiaonan's ears.

Just three words exhausted all of Si Xiaonan's strength.

She knelt there in a daze, holding the alchemy pot that she had lost and found again, and for a moment she didn't know how to react.

She won?

She used her oath to save the captain's life from the hands of God?

Ecstasy and confusion intertwined, leaving her mind blank.

She raised her head, wanting to thank the gods for their grace, but she found that the wind and snow had returned to their normal state.

That dominating figure, along with the Kunlun mirror that could see through people's hearts, had disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

Everything seems like a dream.

Si Xiaonan struggled to stand up from the snow, tightened the alchemy pot in his arms, identified the direction, and took heavy steps.

The wind and snow are still biting, and the road ahead is still confusing.

She didn't know whether this light-hearted "Go away" was a true pardon or the beginning of another more grand killing game.

She didn't know that when the gods of Kunlun chose to remain silent,

In the chess game of the human world, the first insignificant yet crucial chess piece has already quietly fallen.