Lord God decides to die

Lin Pei exhausted his last strength to embrace Qiu Shiruo.The moment Liao Xiaokui was engulfed by the black mist, a white light flashed in front of his eyes.

[Prompt from the Lord God World] [Player] Lin Pei completed the dungeon mission.

[Game Progress: 99% Level Evaluation: A]

[After the story is over, please check the dungeon reward]

When he woke up again, he was already lying on the hospital bed in the town, Qiu Shiruo was sleeping soundly lying beside the bed, and a group of reporters surrounded the door.

The police received a call from Dean Li and cleared the road. They only planned to come over to take over an accident. Unexpectedly, the entire orphanage was burned down, and the caller and the body were burned to ashes.

The only two survivors passed out and fell on a field of weeds.One was seriously injured, and the other was diagnosed with severe depression and was addicted to opium poppy.

...What's the matter!

The news media in the small town and surrounding cities heard the news and sent their reporters to spy on the information one after another.After a long interrogation, the shocking shady scenes behind a bunch of bankrupt pharmaceutical groups were revealed.

——The orphanage has become a hotbed for human experiments!

——The shadow of annihilation of human nature, the tragedy of living medicine testers under a huge group!

——Reputation collapsed, where is the way forward for the medical industry?

……

The newspapers all over the sky are flying like flies, spreading to every corner of the world, maybe it has attracted attention, maybe it hasn't.

Only the black mist hidden in the dark corner is still bubbling, looking forward to the dinner.

Ni Zijiao writes the ending here.

Zhan Weiwei asked: "Do you think my protector is Liao Xiaokui?"

"Who can guess which one you like! It's always good to kill more, not to mention that she has a master personality, so she is bound to die." The handsome young man put his feet on the table and stretched lazily and comfortably.

I don't know how many audiences stared blankly at this fascinating scene.

Ni Zijiao opened his eyes, and the tiredness before was swept away.

There were not many questions in the questioning session at the end.It's like the end of the movie, who wants to see the credits, can't wait to pull the progress bar to see the easter eggs.

The easter egg of the script confrontation is naturally the scoring of the previous situation and the asylum designated by the two designers.

At the end of the questioning, Zixu Wuyou scored eight points for Ni Zijiao's ending.

In an ordinary script duel, this is considered a very high score, but it is still not enough for Zhan Future's full score.

"Jimber's summary of the previous situation, I gave six points." Ziwu did not reveal Zhan Future's scoring board, "Every aspect is comprehensive, but there are few highlights, I hope to pay attention to it."

Zhan Weiwei smiled, and squatted down to pick up the marbles that Ni Zijiao threw on the floor. A group of girls below suddenly screamed with their faces in their hands.

inexplicably.

Ni Zijiao glanced at them like a monster.

"I gave the summary of the previous situation of Dumpling seven points," Zi Xuwuyou then uncovered Ni Zijiao's scoring board, "Contrary to James, you put forward an eye-catching development point in your statement - 'There are relatives of the player in the orphanage' , and other aspects need to be improved, overall it is more attractive than Jamber."

At present, the two sides are tied with 25 points each.

The key point is the asylum.

Ziwu said: "First of all, because Lin Pei, the protector of Dumplings, survived, the points are doubled to fifty points."

The score of the turning part is generally higher than that of the ending part, but the designer responsible for the ending also enjoys a huge bonus-you don't have to worry about your asylum being exposed, and you can slaughter the remaining players with peace of mind.

After Liao Xiaokui left the stage, Ni Zijiao's protector was obvious, and most of the audience could guess it.The problem lies in the future of Zhan.

Who is Jan's future patron?

Ni Zijiao rested his chin on the back of his hand, looked at Zhan Weilai inquiringly, and leaned back on the chair with a change of expression.

Didn't win again.

The audience is not as familiar with Zhan Future as Ni Zijiao. They are all holding their breath, staring at nothing, waiting for the final result.

Zixu Wu took a deep breath and announced, "Jimber's protector player Lin Pei survived, and the score was doubled to [-] points. The two sides draw."

There was an uproar in the auditorium, and there was thunderous applause in an instant, and several baseball caps were thrown from the crowd of crows.

Ni Zijiao knew that Zhan Future's followers had increased again.

"Why did you choose the same asylum again this time?" he asked angrily.

This is not the first time Ni Zijiao has played a script duel with Zhan Future.But every time he played, the dead old man on the opposite side chose the same player as him to be the protector.

It seems to be able to see through people's hearts.

Zhan Milai said mysteriously: “It’s a secret.”

"You have to make it clear to me today."

"It's not fun to tell the answer to the puzzle..."

Ni Zijiao stared at him persistently.

Zhan Weiwei said helplessly: "Every time you choose the best-looking one among the players, haven't you noticed that?"

Ni Zijiao was stunned for a moment, and opened five player cards.

That seems to be the case... But is it a coincidence?

He tried to remember who his patron had been the last time, last time, last time.

A school grass of a certain university, the flower of Gaoling of the Guangming Cult, the cold beauty of the martial arts...

Ni Zijiao took a deep breath.

He admitted that what Zhan Future said was right.

Ni Zijiao raised his head and looked at Zhan Future with contempt: "I thought you used some special observation method, it's that simple?"

"So, the beauty of mystery lies in not knowing the answer..." Zhan Future sighed as if reciting a poem, and looked at Ni Zijiao, "So, where is my letter of employment?"

Ni Zijiao wondered: "Aren't you unwilling to come and stay with those judges?"

"Changed my mind."

Ni Zijiao really wanted to ask the reason, but he was afraid that Zhan Future would suddenly "change his mind" again, so he flicked a golden rose button to him decisively: "I will report to the trial court tomorrow."

Most of the audience had already left the venue, Zixu put away the dice, the illusion of the auditorium disappeared, and several people sat at the bar counter of the tavern again, and the boss carefully poured the most expensive wine in the store for the distinguished guests.

Ni Zijiao looked at the colorful sky outside the window and yawned.The mature and elegant middle-aged man was leaning on the bar counter, holding a goblet in one hand, and holding it towards him with a smile, the alcohol was fermenting in the air.

"Cheers—"

Ni Zijiao didn't clink glasses with him, but jumped down from his seat.

If Ni Zijiao's interest in Lin Pei is a bottle of fine wine, then his interest in the former Zhan Future is half a glass of beer, but now it has been downgraded to an empty bottle.

Even if it is a beautiful and refined coquettish slut, in the end, he will not become a priest of the Pantheon.

Tired.

He turned and left.A woman approached.

It was the OL uniform girl who was killed by him and declared to challenge him.

Ni Zijiao made a look at Zixu Wuyou, Zixu Wuyou understood, and walked up to the woman.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty the Elf. Even if he is your subordinate, a senior librarian of the Pantheon, anyone who insults me will be rewarded a hundredfold!" the woman said arrogantly.

Zixu Wuyou whispered a few words in her ear, the OL was slightly startled, and looked at Ni Zijiao with a pale face.

The young man with a crown-like face was waiting for the outcome of his subordinate's negotiation, with his arms crossed together, his loose shirt outlined his thin and tall figure, as if aware of her attention, the young man squinted over, his eyes were like the bright moon in the night, bright and cold.

That gaze seemed to be looking at a praying mantis blocking the way.

This is... Father God?

With trembling lips, she bowed to Ni Zijiao and exited the tavern hastily.

Seeing that Ni Zijiao didn't "cheers" with him in the future, Zhan could only drink the wine alone, and joked: "Your skills of imperial servants need to be improved."

Ni Zijiao glared at him, snapped his fingers, and disappeared into the wind.

Lord God's soul returned to Wu Shanyue's body.

It's a weekday afternoon, and he's sitting at his desk in the library, facing a computer.

Like ordinary people, gods do not like to work, but only like to eat, drink and play.But the difference is that gods can complete work in an instant by virtue of divine power, while most mortals can only work while thinking about eating, drinking and having fun.

He randomly pressed a few keys, and a picture of a certain classroom appeared on the computer screen.

Lin Pei's class.

His consciousness was injected into the body again, and time was still at the moment when he was called to answer the question.

Lin Pei walked to the podium, picked up the chalk, and wrote clean and beautiful chalk characters smoothly on the blackboard.

The curtains danced, and there was no sound in the classroom of the key class. The diligent students opened their notes and recorded the problem-solving process of the first grader.

Who would have imagined that this well-behaved baby in the eyes of the teacher and the all-around genius who is gentle and courteous in the eyes of his classmates would still be lying in a pool of blood a few minutes ago, calmly and cold-bloodedly calculating how to put someone to death.

Good at camouflage.

Ni Zijiao looked at it for a while, then suddenly remembered Zhan Future's hint that he was Yan Kong.

Find the best looking ones every time...

Thinking about it now, he was still a little unconvinced, so he zoomed in on the picture and took a close-up of Lin Pei's side face.

The bright sunlight came in through the window screen as light as cicada's wings, outlining the handsome and stern outline of the young man, with sharp brows and eyes in the gentleness, as thick as ink, and sharp and clear eyes, like fireflies gathering in the bottomless sky abyss.

It's okay, but too tender.

Ni Zijiao made an estimate in his heart. Seeing that Lin Pei had finished writing a question, the teacher standing aside began to praise him formally. Ni Zijiao turned off the screen and pretended to start working.

Tonight, Lin Pei came to the library with another bag of books.

The learning tasks in junior high school are relatively easy. After finishing his homework, he still has a lot of free time to read.

The door of the library opened automatically, and one foot stepped in.The boy was still wearing his school uniform, white shirt and blue tie.

Ni Zijiao looked up at him.

Only a pair of gold-rimmed glasses is missing, and the whole person is a gentle scum.

Before Lin Pei could see his face clearly, Ni Zijiao adjusted his expression and put on a standard smile that was harmless to humans and animals.

"Come to return the books again." The elder brother of the tenant greeted the little classmate of the landlord like a little sun.

Lin Pei put the book on the front desk, and Ni Zijiao was about to scan it, but Lin Pei held down his hand and crossed the table with his legs to bully him.

Just as Ni Zijiao was about to scream, Lin Pei's other hand was already pinching his neck, and just a little force could make him lose his voice forever.

Lin Pei smiled and said, "You are so thoughtful, the monitor here should also be blocked."

Ni Zijiao closed his mouth, his eyes slid quietly to the door.

"Xia Xin has something to do today, so I won't come here."

Ni Zijiao withdrew his attention and stared at him: "I don't know what you mean. Can you let me go first?"

Lin Pei's dark eyes slid down.

The young man looked at himself helplessly, with innocent and pitiful eyes, really like a herbivore that you can pick and choose.