Princess Against the World

"591?" Feng Chenglin was a little dumbfounded: "...Does that mean that before you... there are more than 500 gods who look exactly like you?"

"It seems there are more than five hundred, right?" Ling Luoyu interrupted him, "Don't forget, he is not the last divine lord, behind him, there are countless divine lords lining up and numbering!"

Feng Chenglin looked at the divine lord, then at Ling Luoyu, and then at Lu Ming. He took two steps back, his face looked incredible, as if he was dreaming.

"No, don't talk, let me stroke it first," he always felt something strange: "So, let's not talk about the one behind you, let's say you are the last one..."

Frowning, he finally remembered something was wrong.

"If they are all like you, I won't say whether they look exactly the same. After all, the thing can be used to put a knife on the face, and no one can tell whether it is true or not. I just want to know that you have so many. Children, where did the hundreds of children come from?"

As soon as the God Lord was about to speak, Feng Chenglin made a gesture to indicate that he thought about it before speaking.

"You have to know that children who can become substitutes for God's Lord are not ordinary children. They can't be counted by picking one out of the trash!"

Not to mention whether it looks like this problem, it can be remedied the day after tomorrow.

But fundamentally speaking, at the very least, you must have a certain amount of talent to achieve the cultivation level of the **** master, right?

If it doesn't reach the cultivation level of the **** master, isn't it a fake?

The God Lord looked at his eyes calmly and calmly: "So I said, I need a lot of children. Among so many children, I will succeed. Now...you understand, right?"

"It seems to understand, but it doesn't seem to understand. In other words, you have succeeded in so many children and become a substitute for God Lord, so what about the other children? Where are they? Why is there never about them? The news came out?"

"Fatty!" Ling Luoyu suddenly drew him in a low voice.

"What's wrong?" Feng Chenglin didn't understand yet: "Am I asking something wrong?"

Ling Luoyu looked at him meaningfully: "For the Divine Lord, there is only one!"

"I know, so I asked other people where they went..."

Halfway through the conversation, Feng Chenglin suddenly stopped speaking, finally understood what Ling Luoyu meant, and turned his head to look at the **** master inconceivably.

"Then, those kids won't, won't they all??"

The God Lord answered very frankly: "Since ancient times, unsuccessful experimental products have only been destroyed!"

"Those kids are dead?"

"Even if you said, you have never seen or heard any news about this being a child, so the best way to deal with it is to let them...leave this world forever!"

"Where are so many children, all dead?" Feng Chenglin had already guessed such a result in his heart, but still couldn't help but quivered and asked.

He never felt that he was a good person, and he killed countless people.

But never started against a group of children.

"They are all children, all innocent people, you..."

"Who told you that they are innocent?" The Lord suddenly interrupted him, with a cold smile, and the unstoppable mockery in his eyes: "You must know that before becoming the Lord, we have to go through training and many tests. To ensure that we can become gods!"