Lord God decides to die

It looks like it.

Lin Pei closed the hand holding the young man's throat slightly.

"Then let me be more straightforward." He leaned against Ni Zijiao's ear, his eyes were cold, his voice was like a lover's murmur, but every word was wrapped in fatal danger, "Why aren't you dead yet?"

Seeing Lin Pei's determined appearance, Ni Zijiao realized that he was holding the evidence in his hand, so he stopped pretending and took his hand away with a smile.

"How did you find out? I thought I could play for a long time."

He also intends to play the role of a confidant big brother, use this dummy to gain trust patiently and step by step, walk into the boy's closed heart, and become the only light in his world.

——Then, with the trust and admiration of the young man, stage a bloody betrayal, and then appreciate Lin Pei's painful expression.Unexpectedly, it was preempted...

"The acting is terrible."

Lin Pei took out a stack of documents from the bag thrown on the table, and hit Ni Zijiao on the head.

"A top major in a famous university, and a full scholarship for foreign exchange students, but she gave up her postgraduate qualifications and became a librarian in a little-known town. No matter how you think about it, I feel something is wrong."

He found this in the trash can in Ni Zijiao's rented bedroom.

"Bad boy, rummaging through other people's rooms." Ni Zijiao caught the folder and muttered, "Don't think about it. Maybe it's an outstanding college student who suddenly has a brain cramp and wants to return to the countryside to experience folk life."

"I haven't been in the room you lived in for a long time. You still left your fingerprints on the doorknob, and you didn't clean up the traces. It's too perfunctory."

Ni Zijiao looked up, confidently: "Maybe it's purely an outstanding college student's curiosity, wanting to know what's in the room. Haven't you seen "Blue Beard"? A fool who didn't have a childhood."

Lin Pei raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"If ordinary people take their clothes off the drying rack, they will get used to putting them on the sofa or coffee table, which is the most conspicuous place and the easiest place for me to spot. As a result, you just walked across the living room and threw my clothes on the dining room. On the table."

Ni Zijiao immediately retorted: "Who threw it away? I folded it up and put it away. Didn't you put it there before?"

The main god is completely imitating Lin Pei.

How did he know that Lin Pei had a brain twitch and had to choose a place to fold his clothes.

"Do you know why I put it there?" Lin Pei sighed, pinched Ni Zijiao's chin, and said word by word, "When I put away the clothes before, you were lying on the sofa watching TV, and there were snacks on the coffee table. You Do you want me to bury you directly with a quilt?"

Ni Zijiao opened his eyes wide, a crack finally appeared on his playful expression.

"It's time to answer my question. What are you doing again?" Lin Pei asked.

Ni Zijiao: "Come to be cut by you. There are many puppets like me, men and women."

How many?

Lin Pei was slightly stunned. Taking this opportunity, Ni Zijiao stood up, twisted Lin Pei's arm, and put his other hand on his shoulder. Lin Pei recovered from the pain and was about to resist, but Ni Zijiao was one step ahead and threw himself on him. on the ground.

The swivel chair next to him was rubbed by Lin Pei's elbow, and it turned a few times quickly, creaking, and slowly stopped.

The situation reversed in an instant.

In the past few days, Ni Zijiao's turn is always the evening shift.It was already ten o'clock in the evening, and the curator and Bai Xiaoxiao had already gone home. The lights and doors of the nearby houses were all turned off, and the road connecting the library had been deserted since half an hour ago.

No one would see that the administrator with a warm smile during the day would actually commit violence against a junior high school student in a civilized public place like a library.

"Now it's my turn." Ni Zijiao lowered his head and asked softly, "After killing me, is it easier to attack other people?"

Lin Pei turned his head, staring at him stubbornly like a drowning dog, very unconvinced.

"I might as well tell you that this puppet of mine was trafficked as a girl when I was a child, and was sent to the Children's Palace to learn Taekwondo. During college, I also learned a few lessons in female self-defense." The young man smiled, his eyes were bright, like a puppet. Leaning on Lin Pei like a big cat, his words were full of teasing and ambiguity that he himself didn't realize, "As a player, you can't even beat the 'weak and elegant' college graduates in reality, aren't you ashamed? "

Even though the attribute points fed back by the main god game have been strengthened, the current Lin Pei is still not enough.He is too weak.

Ni Zijiao discovered that the invitation letter for the Player Invitational Tournament had already been distributed to the players, but Lin Pei did not receive it.

The moment the invitation letter was sent out, the channel between this area and the world of the main god was disturbed.Even though the NPC in charge of regional communication repaired the channel in time, some invitation letters were still left in every corner of the world.

After the invitation arrives in the real world, it will be burned within half an hour.It is impossible to find it again.

...the accident was man-made.

Some elite players learned the news of the event through channels, took action to intercept the invitation letter, and reduced the number of competitors as much as possible before the start of the game.

Experienced players can still get the invitation letter through various means, but for Lin Pei, a little shrimp who has just entered the rivers and lakes, he doesn't even know what happened.

From an objective point of view, Lin Pei is a newcomer who has only received two copies of the game, so he didn't realize that this kind of scheming is justifiable.

But Lord God has always been unreasonable, and his attitude towards problems has never been objective.

——Ni Zijiao was very angry, and directly wanted to kill Lin Pei.

This is ironclad proof that Lin Pei is lax!

At any rate, he was the player he brought himself, and even hacked his puppet. He can't even deal with such a trick, and he can't even get the ticket for the invitational tournament. What's the use of him?

Ni Zijiao is not a heartless person either.He thought of Lin Pei's kindness to him, and planned to leave Lin Pei with some scenes before leaving.He ran to Zhan Weiwei to play a script duel, in fact, he wanted to kill Lin Pei to death, and even chose four young high-quality players to be buried with him.The tourist is also a player under the ghost emperor's command. In terms of his strength, it is no problem to open a nightmare dungeon alone.

——To be torn apart brilliantly, and died tragically in the much-anticipated NPC match, that was the grandest funeral in the world.

However, Lin Pei was beyond his expectation, fighting a bloody path under countless blockades, becoming the only surviving player.

The person who cheated the corpse finally knocked out of the coffin, and Ni Zijiao had no reason to press it back.

In other words, he didn't actually block all the young man's escape routes, otherwise he wouldn't have made a fuss and let "Wu Shanyue" come to this small town to play role-playing games with Lin Pei.

All in all, Lin Pei passed the test without any risk.

Ni Zijiao let go of his strength a little, but was pushed away by Lin Pei.Annoyed in his heart, he grabbed the boy's tie again, and his five fingers looked like five sharp jade knives wrapped in frost and snow.

He forcibly pulled Lin Pei closer to him, pressed against his forehead, and said in a low voice: "Remember, you will stand on a stage that is more dangerous than the script confrontation in the future, and you will compete on the same stage in the future. They are stronger and more insidious players than those four. You were lucky this time, and you survived. But if you think you can use your talent to settle everything... then you are making a big mistake."

The young man's voice was pleasant to hear, even if he was threatening, it was as clear and clear as the moon, dancing like pearls and splashing jade, without making people feel annoyed at all.

Lin Pei looked into his eyes, thinking.

He thought, maybe he knew why the man in front of him was inexplicably angry.

What Ni Zijiao told Lin Pei back then was "kill him".But he didn't say how many times he killed himself.

Lin Pei thought that if he stabbed him, the matter would be over.But what Ni Zijiao meant was——

Keep stabbing until he dies.

Lin Pei took a breath, feeling helpless, and met Ni Zijiao's gnashing of teeth again.

That's right, no wonder he scratched himself like a cat.This person is probably... anxious.

Ever since he stabbed the last "dumpling" to death, he hasn't acted aggressively, restrained his minions, and pretended to be a good student.

In her eyes, it is her own slack.

Tourists, Xin Ji and others, even "Jamber", are all tools he uses to stimulate himself.

He is trying to tell him: Look!These people are so powerful, you have to work harder!

All kinds of thoughts are completed in just one thought.Lin Pei raised his head and said, "I have never forgotten revenge."

The anger in Ni Zijiao's heart finally subsided a little.

"That's good, I won't let you go on fooling around." He showed a false smile, took out the only reprint invitation letter from his sleeve, and touched the tip of Lin Pei's nose, "From now on, I will Will watch over you."

If he hadn't encountered the catastrophe of extermination and Ni Zijiao, then it was obvious that the future Lin Pei could still become a wolf king leading all wolves.

But this is far from enough.

What Ni Zijiao needed was an existence higher than the wolf king, the god of giant wolves, Fenrir, who could bring about the end of Ragnarok.

The birth of a god requires careful cultivation.

I, who was always busy with other things on weekdays, turned out to be uncharacteristically, taking good care of this ordinary mortal, and seemed like a heart-to-heart dad.

if……

If the little player doesn't meet his expectations...

He suddenly felt sore in his heart, and his eyes darkened, looking at the young man with a stern face.

——Chop you into meat, okay?