Second World Book

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In the half-world of the birdcage, the battle was fierce, and everyone's eyes were almost drawn to the big screen and the live broadcast. An uncle who looked exactly like McCree swaggered through the subway station and entered the lounge in the backstage area with a cigarette in his mouth.

Turning the doorknob, Britz opened the door, and saw a woman sitting with her back to him, and the room was also filled with a strong smell of cigarettes.

Didn't you come here to tell me something?

Seeing that his Creator dared to pretend to be aggressive in front of him, Blitz couldn't bear it if he was not decisive, he raised his revolver and said coldly: Yes! There are more things I want to say than stars in the sky. I just want to say something here. After finishing speaking, I am afraid that there is not enough time, so I-

I plan to use bullets instead of words, and come here to say everything. Almost at the same time, Junhe Junma and Blitz said the same words in unison.

Why?! As soon as the voice fell, Blitz looked shocked. The other party was just an ordinary person, why could he know what he wanted to say, and it was verbatim.

Junhe Junma turned his face lazily, and said in a reasonable tone: It's a matter of course. If I arrange it, I will definitely write it. I am your god!

The mood is even worse. A woman like you is actually the god of my world. I might as well pray to a pile of cow dung.

Blitz laughed at himself, how he once hoped that the gods in the dark could help him a little bit and save his poor daughter, but in the end, his father and daughter had such a miserable fate. The god of shit arranged it all by himself.

Junhe Junma was unmoved and said: Blitz, it's fine if you want to use a gun to solve all this. But doubts and everything else will go into the coffin with me, do you think it's really okay?

Talk...? Blitz's face was slightly loose, and he realized that he could accurately find his creator, and stepped into the situation set by the other party.

Just like what Junhe Junma himself said, she knows him best, and she can even say what she wants to say, so his thoughts are also within the Creator's expectation.

However, Blitz chose to give his creator a death sentence with a reprieve. After all, he was not worried about an ordinary human being able to make a moth in front of his sophisticated bounty hunter.

Let's take it as it is! You have a lot of questions to ask! Junhe Junma blew a puff of smoke and said with Erlang's legs crossed.

As you said, if my daughter is in hell, I have nothing more to say. So I will ask you a few questions, okay? Lord.

Junhe Junma pressed the cigarette butts that were about to burn out into the ashtray, and there were already a lot of deformed cigarette butts lying in the ashtray. She had smoked most of the packs, and her mind was clearer than ever.

No problem, just ask!

You are the creator of my world, and this matter doesn't matter to me now. I'm going straight to the point. You carefully plan and write the plot. The responsibility lies with you, so I ask you why... Britz took He pointed a gun at Junhe Junma and asked coldly, but before he finished speaking, he was cut off by Junhe Junma again.

Why did my daughter have to die in that way? Junhe Junma paused for a moment before smiling: There is only one answer! Because this way the story will become more interesting.

boom--!

Ah~.

Gunshots and screams sounded at the same time. Hearing such an answer, Blitz couldn't bear it anymore, and directly pulled the trigger, giving his creator a taste of the soul.

A crooked way, aren't you a god? Don't you have any compassion? Britz asked gritted his teeth, and at the same time recalled in his mind what Lin Mo had said...

The so-called creators, they kill people not with knives, but with pens. If this stroke continues, even if tens of thousands of people die, they can't see it, they can't feel it, and they won't have the slightest sense of guilt. No matter how many deaths there are , It's just a plot for entertainment and fun.

Ahem... Junhe Junma, who fell on the ground, was full of blood, looked up at the frosty Britz and said, What do you think I drew your world for? To let you rest quietly? Of course No, idiot. Of course it is for the audience to see, as long as it makes the story interesting and more people can watch it, no matter how unfortunate it becomes, I will draw it without hesitation. This includes killing people and turning the world upside down.

Britz shook his head. He no longer had any expectations. His creator was far more villainous, scumbag, and ruthless than he imagined.

That's right, although you are a god, you are an evil god.

Your words are really ugly. Junhe Junma retorted: Altair and Demon God over there, don't you still plan to destroy the world? There is no difference between me and me.

Motivation and ideals are very important. At least I think her creator is a person worthy of loyalty, but you are different. Britz sarcastically said, the more he looked at his creator, the more disgusting Bixiang felt.

It's really thanks to you that you can say it out. Which story writer would do this to form a gang for revenge? This is not a story at all, it's just a children's farce.

Blitz said: You are the so-called successful! People like you will not understand the humiliation experienced by others.

Who is successful from the very beginning? Idiot. Junhe Junma sat up and complained, clutching his abdomen, Do you know how many painful nights I have gone through? Do you know how much Lung cried? Don't say such contemptuous words, everyone

She came step by step. Her death can only be said that she is not suitable for this circle.

Don't say it's the same as dystocia! The pain you brought to me is ten thousand times more than this! Britz said coldly: I can't understand what you said, and I don't want to understand it. You create tragedies for entertainment. , for the pleasure of others, you are the kind of hopeless lunatics! Then I should send you on your way, don’t worry, my marksmanship is very accurate, and I can blow your head off.”

Hehe, I said Britz, I know better than you how much you hate me, but why am I waiting here for you? Junhe Junma suddenly laughed and asked back. ..