Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

An Qingyu's hands were as steady as a precision machine. The blood-stained suture needle pierced through the skin and flesh with precise and indifferent movements.

He did not use anesthesia, and Baili Pangpang did not say a word, but just gritted his teeth, and cold sweat on his forehead rolled down his cheeks.

"Did you stab yourself?" An Qingyu didn't even raise his head, and there was no emotion in his voice.

There was a hideous wound on Baili Pangpang's abdomen that almost cut him open, and it was now being stitched up stitch by stitch by An Qingyu.

The severe pain made his face pale as paper and his lips trembled.

He forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, and said in a hoarse voice: "...My hand slipped."

An Qingyu paused and raised his eyes.

The gaze behind the lenses pierced Baili Pangpang's face like a knife: "You used a military dagger to stab yourself seriously, and then told me that your hand slipped?"

Baili Pangpang avoided his gaze and didn't dare to look him in the eye.

An Qingyu continued to ask in that infuriatingly flat tone, "Who are you fighting?"

"Is this wound meant to cover up another, more serious injury, or is it some kind of...sacrifice?"

When he heard the word "sacrifice", Baili Pangpang's body suddenly stiffened, and even his wound twitched.

"Brother Yu...don't ask anymore." He shook his head weakly, with only a bitter smile on his face.

An Qingyu was silent.

He didn't ask any more questions, but just lowered his head and continued the stitching work in his hands.

For a moment, the only sounds in the room were the subtle sound of needle and thread passing through flesh and Baili Pangpang's heavy and suppressed breathing.

An invisible heaviness spread between the two of them, more suffocating than the smell of blood.

At the same time, thousands of miles away, at Xuehan Pass.

Shao Pingge had just put down the document in his hand. It was the highest-level border defense preparedness notice just issued by the headquarters.

He rubbed his swollen temples and picked up the thermos cup of goji berries on the table.

The moment he unscrewed the lid of the cup, strange ripples suddenly appeared on the surface of the water in the cup, as if something invisible was stirring it.

Shao Pingge frowned, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart.

He turned his head suddenly and looked at the foggy border outside the office window that never dissipated all year round.

With just one glance, all the blood in his body seemed to freeze in an instant.

In the fog, a hundred-meter-high silhouette slowly emerged.

It was a Seraphim with six wings on its back and a flaming sword in hand. It looked sacred and majestic, yet it also carried a terrifying sense of oppression.

Michael.

These three words exploded like a thunder in Shao Pingge's mind, making him feel as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

"Connect to headquarters! Quick!!" He yelled into the emergency communicator on the table, his voice changing tone.

"Highest emergency! God... God has descended upon the border of Xuehan Pass! I repeat, God has descended!"

The call was connected almost instantly, and the operator from headquarters spoke urgently: "Commander Shao, please confirm the situation! God refers to..."

Before he finished speaking, Shao Pingge saw the hundred-meter-tall Seraphim and slowly lowered his head.

A pair of golden eyes without any emotion penetrated the endless fog and space and fell on him accurately.

The moment their eyes met, a loud and cold voice sounded directly in his mind.

"I'm here to find someone."

hum-

Shao Pingge's mind went blank. A piercing busy tone came from the communicator he had just connected.

All lines were disconnected at this moment.

An extreme chill ran down his spine and straight up to the top of his head.

Daxia, a city’s international airport.

An Qingyu pushed Baili Pangpang, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and walked out of the airport exit with Lin Qiye and others.

The warm sunshine shines on our bodies, but it cannot dispel the haze in everyone's hearts.

Just as they were about to walk towards the parking lot, a figure stopped them without warning.

He was a boy who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. He was wearing a striking red tracksuit and was chewing bubble gum absentmindedly.

He stood with his hands in his pockets, looking casual and nonchalant.

But everyone subconsciously stopped the moment they saw his eyes.

Those were a pair of eyes that seemed frivolous but contained sharp eyes that could see through everything.

He swept his eyes over everyone, finally stopping on Lin Qiye and Wu Hen.

The air seemed to be sucked out at this moment.

"Lin Qiye?" The young man tilted his head and turned his gaze towards Wu Hen.

"Or Wu Hen?"

The tone of his voice was as relaxed as if he was asking "How's the weather today?"

But every word was like a nail, accurately nailed into everyone's heart.

An Qingyu's hand quietly rested on the armrest of the wheelchair, and her fingertips moved slightly.

Jia Lan and Cao Yuan quietly spread out to both sides, vaguely surrounding the young man.

Even Baili Pangpang in the wheelchair narrowed his eyes and clenched his fat hands into fists.

An invisible string was instantly stretched to its limit in the small area of ​​the airport exit.

The boy seemed completely unaware of the tense atmosphere.

He blew the bubble gum in his mouth, making a crisp "pop" sound.

He grinned, revealing his white teeth, and the amusement in his eyes became even more intense.

"Your companions?"