Pure Love Writer is God of Creation

While Qu Shengxiao was poking the tablet, Lou Yi inserted a USB flash drive into his notebook in Lord God's study, and opened the folder titled "Falling into Heaven" (Completed).

The full text is 40 words and one hundred chapters. Under the last chapter in Lou Yi's memory, at some point, there are more than 20 new chapters without chapter titles.

When not coding, Lord Chuangshishen still sat on the chair obediently.Lou Yi tilted his body to the left, resting his chin on the palm of his left hand, and holding the mouse with his right hand, clicking to open new chapters one by one to browse.

He read ten lines at a glance, and finished reading the last chapter in a few minutes. After closing the page, the posture of his left hand changed from resting his chin to resting his forehead.

He just finished reading what Feng Moran said about the cause and effect of Ji Yudao's accident.

Although he created the child from head to toe, he still wanted to say——damn mentally retarded!

In fact, even if he doesn't do anything, the world will not let the main character who is the pillar be taken care of easily, and Ji Yudao is not sincerely looking for death, but more because he has the intention of letting Feng feel indifferent and pity, at most, he will be weak for a while up.

but……

Click on the last chapter, and read the psychological activities of the pair of master and apprentice from the beginning. Lou Yi's eyes hidden behind the reflective glasses softened, and even the corners of his mouth curled up in a good mood.

After the birth of self-awareness, he saw a lot of protagonists who turned their faces and refused to recognize CP.These two are like this, it is really unique that both sides have awakened, but still keep the double arrows.

Lou Yi is willing to help them just by setting Yuan Yuan's face in this way.

After creating a new blank document under the last chapter, Lou Yi squatted back on the chair, closed his eyes and meditated, and after a few minutes, began typing on the keyboard.

In the dense darkness, Mo Shangru was like a leopard ready to attack at any time, bowing his waist, holding a short dagger across his chest in one hand, looking around vigilantly while moving slowly.

The surrounding dark environment is not due to lack of light, but more like being in a room painted in black on all sides. However, although the vision is clear, within the range of his eyes, apart from the monotonous black, he can see nothing. Just myself.

The pure black space makes the concept of distance and sense of direction blurred, making it even more difficult to judge time.After being on guard for a while, Mo Shang judged that this was just a small black room facing the wall and thinking about it. He was relieved and still held the dagger in his hand, but his movements were much more casual and brisk.

The little black room is just the little black room, after all, it is also the little black room of God, and the treatment of being confined by one's own creator is not something everyone can have.

By the way, is there something in this little dark room?

He is the protagonist, even though he has left his own world, at least he has worn the aura of the protagonist for so long, it should still have some effect at the moment, and asking for a little adventure is not too much, right?

Thinking of this, Mo Shang randomly chose a direction and wandered around in the small black room.

He walked aimlessly for an unknown amount of time, when suddenly he stopped, tilted his head towards the front right, and said, "Oh?"

The dagger twirled between his fingers and was lifted in front of him, the blade turned around, the blunt and flat spine pointed forward, and he swung it slowly and cautiously.

click

The dagger hit something and made a muffled sound.

The foreign body that merged with the darkness was very hard from the touch, and it remained motionless after being touched, so the possibility of being a living thing was very low.

Put the dagger back in front of your eyes and see that it is complete and smooth without any scars. It is speculated that the obstacles are not aggressive or corrosive.

"Chuangshishen is so emotional, and black furniture is placed in the small black room?" Mo Shang touched his chin and spit out a groove. To be on the safe side, he put on the detachable five-finger part of the leather glove before reaching out to touch the obstacle .

Soon, he determined that the one hidden in the darkness in front of him was a cabinet made up of countless small drawers similar to the one used to store herbs in a Chinese medicine store.

The cabinet was not locked, and Mo Shang easily opened a small drawer. When he took a peek, he found a volume of handwritten manuscripts inside.

The manuscript is written in ink on cut rice paper, and then bound with cotton thread.The characters and paper are full of antiquity, exuding the charm of the original era. Although they are well preserved and look like new products, they are precious cultural relics that are qualified to be handed over to the country.

Mo Shang stretched out his hand and carefully tried to pick up the manuscript with such strength that it would not hurt the ancient paper. The moment his hand touched the paper, countless pictures suddenly flooded into his mind.

It seems that only a moment has passed, and it seems that it has been several centuries. The picture fades from Mo Shang's mind. He is awake but confused, calm and dazed, as if he just woke up from a real and illusory dream.

"What's this……"

With his hand hanging beside the manuscript, Mo Shang stared at the manuscript and thought about it. After a while, he gently closed this drawer and opened the other one.

In the newly opened drawer was a roll of bamboo slips.Mo Shang also tentatively put his hand on it, and sure enough, he fell into another strange world.

Like a film that has been cut by a bad editor, the pictures pouring into the mind are fragmented and incoherent, but if you look carefully, you can still figure out the logic in it, and understand that these are all happening in the same world .

In this way, after exploring more than a dozen drawers in a row, Mo Shang boldly guessed that what was stored in this cabinet was the world created by the God of Creation.

However, for some unknown reason, these worlds lost their integrity and turned into wreckage that could only be recalled and would never move forward.

Was it the creator god named Lou Yi who personally destroyed the world he created?

Or, just in the torrent of time, the vitality of the past world is naturally exhausted.

Does the world have a lifespan?

Mo Shang stood quietly, thinking, his eyes unconsciously passed over his right hand, and his eyes suddenly focused.

The God of Creation, the God of Destroyer, the world was created and the world was destroyed...

Qu Shengxiao said that it was only after he got the engraving of the God of Extermination that he began to realize the shackles from a higher level than the world, and it was at that time that everything he experienced unconsciously began to break away from the original track.

Why is the God of Extermination called the God of Extermination? He bestows imprints on the creatures, allowing them to awaken their own will, make them aware of the existence of a higher level, and even directly contact the Creator. This series is no different for the creatures. For a truly benevolent act, why did it become sinister in Lou Yi's mouth?

If this engraving really exists for the purpose of destroying the world, if the purpose of the World Destroying God is really to destroy the world...

Doesn't this mean that the creation of self-will is the chief culprit of the world's disintegration?

If you want to maintain the smooth operation of the world, the best way is to always be a puppet of the Creator God obediently?

Cold sweat slipped from the corners of Mo Shang's eyes, he smiled palely, and said to himself denying the guessing in his mind: "How is it possible, there will be no such bloody things..."

Mo Shang shook off the guesses circling in his head, recovered his composure, and found that he had opened another drawer unconsciously.

Now that he no longer has the leisurely mind to continue looking at these wreckages of the world, Mo Shang was about to close the drawer when he suddenly found that what was inside was not a book or bamboo scroll, but a transparent crystal in the shape of a drop of water and only one inch in size.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the wreckage of the world, Mo Shang hesitated for a moment, and stretched out his hand to the crystal.

The crystal, like a clear drop of water, rests on the leather surface of the glove, emitting a soft glow.

A despairing sigh overflowed with the light, and clearly entered Mo Shang's ears.

"Failed...failed again...why me...why only I can't create a real world...what's wrong, what's wrong...I don't want to disappear...help me...who will...help Help me, save me... Qin..."

Although the tone was completely different from what he had heard before, Mo Shang could be sure that this was Lou Yi's voice.

What does this passage mean, the God of Creation who cannot create the real world?