I'm a God of Evil in Tokyo

On the palm of Baige's hand, the little snake who bit his own tail and realized something was wrong suddenly let go of his tail, and his big sleepy eyes opened, as smart and cute as a cute animal in an animation.

Of course, there is only Baige in the whole world who can regard the little snake as a cute thing.

Looking around, the space storm and the outer space as far as the line of sight turned into a nothingness of little snakes, Bai Ge stretched out his index finger and gently rubbed that cute little head.

"The space has completely collapsed, and without the constraints of the world's rules, we can use the power of the spirit world to the maximum.

My main body is not easy to use for the time being, so give your true spirit a break, it's up to you how to deal with it. "

To a certain extent, Baige, who cannot liberate the personality of the gods as he pleases, may not be as strong as his own son.

The little snake first tilted its cute head, and its big nimble eyes read everything left in this space in an instant, and figured out the relationship between all causal chains.

The next moment, the little snake put its small and delicate tail on the side of its head, making a ∠(°ゝ°) expression.

The pink and tender snake letter spat out slightly, and the little snake uttered a "baby babble" in the tone of an immature baby, modifying everything in this collapsed space.

On the extended chain of cause and effect, one after another related creatures were erased by the childish voice from the little snake's mouth.

The causal chain is cleaned up, and there is only one point where all the causal chains are finally connected to.

Little Snake looked towards the north, and cast a questioning look in his big smart eyes.

"Yeah?"

There is the headquarters of the Extraordinary Research Institute, and it is also where the people behind the layout are located.

Bai Ge stroked the cute little head of the little snake, shook his head lightly and said.

"There... just let me handle it."

Chapter 310 Chapter [-] Little Della and the Cat Slave

Little Della struggled to get out of the riddled pile of skins in front of her.

The slippery and disgusting touch of the paws made little Della subconsciously want to lick the discomfort off the paws with her pink and tender tongue.

But the thought of this seemed even more disgusting, so little Della restrained her impulse.

Looking around, little Della saw a dense jungle in front of her eyes, and at the end of the jungle not far away were a number of quaint stone buildings.

Little Della opened her mouth wide, looked up at the towering trees in front of her with her little head up, and always felt something was wrong in her mind.

"Who am I? Where do I come from? Where am I going?"

Three philosophical questions emerged in the heart of this little milk cat.

Just when little Della was feeling puzzled, the skin riddled with holes under her feet began to move, as if some living thing was constantly wriggling inside the skin.

Such a movement frightened little Della to trot under a towering tree, and little Della, who was hiding under the tree, put on a "secret observation.jpg" posture.

In Little Della's sight, a pale palm was constantly struggling to squeeze out from the cracks on the skin, and the palm was full of scratches.

"what!"

Seeing the sudden appearance of an "enemy" not much bigger than herself, little Della jumped out from behind the big tree, opened her small mouth slightly and kept threatening "roars" at her pale palms, as if she had been frightened by a weak thing. become angry from embarrassment.

His pale palm was slightly startled, as if he was about to make some action, but his extremely weak state did not allow him to react at all.

Just lying on the pile of skins, only the occasional slight twitch like a nerve reflex, symbolizing that he has not completely lost his life.

Seeing the state of the pale palm, little Della didn't have to be afraid.

"Hmph! It's really too weak!"

Little Della took graceful catwalks, turning back and forth around her pale palms, like a noble queen looking down on her subjects.

"The evil foe was defeated by the mighty Queen Della."

"If it was before, even if the evil enemy is ten times stronger, it is impossible to be the opponent of Queen Della."

"Wait a minute, why did you say the past?"

Little Della once again fell into thinking about life.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps from the jungle not far away, and at the same time, a sentence of words came into the ears of little Della.

"So it's here!"

A tall "giant" walked towards little Della quickly. Feeling the crisis, little Della wanted to leave, but the giant grabbed Destiny by the back of her neck.

"Meow!"

The angry little Della kept waving her paws, trying to send a deterrent signal in her cute little voice.

"Under that kind of space storm, you little guy is actually unscathed."

While speaking, Bai Ge looked at the pile of humanoid skins beside him, and the broken palms covered with cracks.

"Tsk! I didn't expect the famous owner of Paradise Lost to have the attributes of a cat slave. Even if he is trying to get hurt, he must protect this little cat."

The index finger on the palm raised slightly, but he was already unable to make any response.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in her."

As he said this, Bai Ge put his left hand on little Della's chin, and skillfully began to pick up this cute little milk cat.

"In the beginning, I was going to let her go, and pass on the news that the Feathered Serpent God is really out of trouble.

But you have also seen the current situation. There is a great existence that cut off the ending that should have led to the destruction of space, and restored the previously banned world to its original state.

Such a situation will definitely lead to investigation by the Transcendent Research Institute. Before they get a definite answer, they will never believe in the fake death of the Corpse Feathered Serpent God, so the messenger naturally does not need it. "

"Everyone's memories of the space storm after it was formed are all erased, leaving only the previous part of the memory.

This kind of great existence is no longer within our reach, so I am not going to continue to explore this matter. "

Little Della looked at the strange giant talking to herself in surprise, her little eyes were full of big question marks.

At this moment, the broken palm on the ground suddenly made an extremely weak sound.

"Your Excellency Merchant of Destiny doesn't even know much about what happened before.

But the only thing I can remember clearly in that chaotic memory is that the great existence seems to be a snake-shaped true god. "

Bai Ge nodded slightly, quite satisfied with how his son was handled.

What happened here needs to be spread through the mouth of the owner of the Lost Paradise. If all the memories of the owner of the Lost Paradise are directly erased, there will naturally be no conditions for transmission.

Only by leaving clues of half-knowledge can the dissemination of news be maximized.

"What are your plans?"

Bai Ge asked aloud.

From the pale palm came the wry smile of the owner of Paradise Lost.

"Cultivate your injuries, and then look for an opportunity to find out if there is really a problem with Paradise Lost, and by the way, make some trouble for the Transcendence Research Institute."

As soon as she heard that Paradise Lost mainly caused trouble for the Transcendence Research Institute, little Della instinctively waved her claws, wanting to attack the pale palm.

"This little guy still doesn't seem to have completely lost his memory."

Bai Ge brought little Della to his eyes, stared at the big watery eyes of little Della with his eyes covered by the black robe, and looked at the gradually disappearing human silhouette reflected in his pupils.

"After all, it is a second-order extraordinary person, and it will take a long time for the face of the fraudster to assimilate him."

"That's also a destabilizing factor."

A smile appeared on the corner of Bai Ge's mouth.

"How about it, do you want me to solve this unstable factor for you?"

The voice in the pale palm was silent for a while, before continuing to speak after a while.

"She was just a poor person who followed orders and was abandoned.

The Face of the Deceiver comes from the natural disaster grade strange painted skin. In theory, the user can take off the Face of the Deceiver, but no one can take down the Face of the Deceiver through their own willpower.

The moment she put on the mask, she was abandoned by the Extraordinary Research Institute, just like the idiot deputy captain. The Extraordinary Institute did not want anyone to leave the sealed world alive. "

"She and I have a common enemy, and it's useful to keep her."

Little Della's movements gradually stopped following the words of the owner of Lost Paradise.

Her small head could understand the words spoken by the owner of Paradise Lost, but her weak brain capacity and intelligence like a newborn cat couldn't understand those words at all.

It's just that after the owner of Paradise Lost said his words, there was an inexplicable sadness in his heart that kept flowing.

Regarding the words of the owner of Lost Paradise, Bai Ge curled his lips in disdain.

"Cut! It's just the nature of a cat slave."

While speaking, Bai Ge directly threw the little Della in his hand onto the cracked and riddled palm.

Catch little Della firmly in the palm of your hand, and protect little Della in your hands like a treasure.

Escaping from the clutches of the Great Demon King of the White Pavilion, little Della hastily jumped out from the protection of her pale palm, trying to get away from that terrifying Great Demon King.

But just a few steps away, little Della seemed to have thought of something, and her cute little face wrinkled slightly.

Turning around and returning to the pale palm, little Della bit the little finger of the pale palm with a look of disgust, and her small body dragged the pale palm that was a bit bigger than her and galloped in the jungle.

After all, it was transformed from a second-order transcendence, so little Della naturally couldn't be a real cat.

Dragging pale palms, one cat and the other quickly disappeared into the jungle within Baige's sight.

"Thank you, Merchant of Fate."

The voice of the owner of Paradise Lost appeared in Bai Ge's ears.

As a natural disaster-level weirdness, he naturally knows how valuable a natural disaster-level weirdness is.

Now he is in his weakest state. As long as Baige has an idea, he can be imprisoned or refined into a precious taboo treasure.

But Bai Ge didn't do this, he accepted Bai Ge's favor.

Bai Ge didn't reply, but shook his head helplessly.

After a long while, Bai Ge opened his mouth regretfully.

"I also want to raise a little milk cat."

"Hey! Good, good, I don't have a kitten, I don't have a kitten!"