Monopolize the favor of paranoid gods

"The palace is being used as a tool. Doesn't he have the self-awareness?" Song Zhixun stood in the temple at that time and asked the knight, "Since he doesn't stop working, doesn't it mean that he allows himself to be used?"

Under the sunlight projected by the stained glass, the tall knight's tall figure turned out the illusion of a rainbow, which seemed extremely unreal.

"Human life is just a short moment for your highness, and the concept of a few years and hundreds of years is the same for your highness." The knight walked to one of the empty temple knights, " The death and survival of human beings is irrelevant to the current gods."

"If that's the case, why stop it?" Song Zhixun didn't understand what the knight wanted from him.

"God is already disappearing, because there is no 'concept', no 'reality' to rely on, God has lost his godhead, and will die in the end."

"Then why don't you stop it?"

"We are the direct creations of God. As God is, so are we." At this time, Song Zhixun saw the knight's eyes wrapped under the heavy helmet. There was no light in those eyes, "We are just like God." , is already dying, and we, who are equally equivalent, are not qualified to awaken the gods."

Song Zhixun's eyes widened, staring at the knight in front of him, as if he had broken through numerous obstacles. Song Zhixun saw that there were already countless cracks on the knight's armor, and his body was already dying.

The knight looked down at the empress, who was thin, short, and extremely weak. He was the last means of self-help given to them by the oracle. He invited the empress and begged him, not only for the sake of the god, but also for himself.

"Song Zhixun." This time, what Song Zhixun heard was no longer the 'His Royal Highness' who made him uncomfortable, and the knight called his name seriously, "I don't want to die."

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Song Zhixun sat in the hands of the temple knight mecha, looking down at the gods that were as dazzling as flames in the distance.

The knight was no longer by his side. After the knight finished his last sentence, he seemed to spit out all the set words to him, and fell into silence after completing the task.

In the huge temple, the statue of the knight does not seem to be alone, but the sentence "I don't want to die" is his last effort for life.

"Although I don't want to have anything to do with this guy." Song Zhixun ruffled his hair a little irritably, "But I have no resistance to people who try their best to survive."

Life should be respected, but anyone trying to survive should not be blamed.

"Big fellow, take me to the side of your honorable Highness God of Destruction." Song Zhixun glanced at the Seven Emotions progress meter, and turned the joy to the highest, so that Gong gradually got used to "seeing Song Zhixun can't help being happy." 'With this kind of thinking pattern, people will be very easy to talk when they are happy.

That is to say, it is much more convenient to train Gong Gong to be obedient and obedient like a dog once he sees himself.

"Although I'm a little sorry for doing this." Song Zhixun's face showed a bit of slyness. With such a convenient Qiqing panel, of course he should make good use of it. This is a god. If he controls what he wants to do, isn't it easy to grasp?

It's all good anyway, so there's no need to prevaricate. Since you've put the handle in his hands, you can't blame him for his wanton squandering. Song Zhixun has never been a merciful person.

Joy alone is not enough. To make Gong feel awe of him, Song Zhixun let go of the progress bar holding down his anger, and slightly raised the values ​​of 'Fear' and 'Shock'.

People's emotions can be reconciled with each other. As long as a balance point is found, then in order to control the palace and not get angry, you can actually find a fixed method. Song Zhixun gently stroked his lips to cover up his smile. He couldn't help it anymore. Wanted to see the God of Destruction bow down to himself.

The man was approaching him, even if Gong didn't turn his head, he could smell the strange and soothing fragrance gradually approaching him, his heart was filled with endless joy.

There is some inexplicable panic in my heart. Did I act too tough last time? Human beings seem to be overwhelmed and easy to think too much. Will the last injury bring fear to that person?Gong, who had never been afraid before, felt a little bit of fear and panic at this moment. Deep down in his heart, he was terrified to see Song Zhixun's disgusted and disgusted eyes.

"Look, it's a mecha, why is there a mecha here?" The workers in the distance panicked when they saw the tall mecha gradually flying towards them.

"I'm scared." Song Zhixun could see the movements of the workers, all of which were live broadcasted to him by the big guy beside him.

"Is that a mecha? Could it be an animal? It doesn't seem like he is using propellers when flying, but those are the wings of birds?!"

Song Zhixun was taken aback for a moment, then turned around, only to notice that on the back of the Temple Knight, there were indeed wings with feathers, all of which reflected the luster of metal.

"I'm really going to be wings." What kind of principle do these hard wings use to fly, and there is a sense of disharmony in the combination of urban and rural areas.

"What is that? Is it your mecha?" The burly leader raised his head and saw the mecha not far from them. He stretched out his hand to block the sunlight and looked at the opposite side. "It's the latest mecha, isn't it?" Are you saying that this place actually has something to do with the military?"

"Your voice sounds annoying."

He fell behind, Gong was indescribably nervous, even short of breath, there seemed to be a strange vibrato bursting from the heart that had already lost its activity, and his head was slightly dizzy, but after hearing the man's rough voice At the time, Gong suddenly became angry, and raised the knife in his hand, wanting this person to disappear in front of him immediately.

"What are you doing with the knife?" All of a sudden, the sound of water dripping from a clear spring instantly shattered the chaos of the palace. His white and slender fingers touched the blade that was about to fall, and walked from behind the palace. Going in front of him, facing Gong Dao and looking in the mirror, "Well, the hair is perfect."

Gong's knife suddenly couldn't cut any further, and he held it up in the air in embarrassment, letting Song Zhixun use the blade to look in the mirror.

His profile is also very good-looking, and the raised red lips make people want to taste the fragrance. His hair looks very soft, and under the manipulation of those beautiful hands, it evokes a provocative arc and falls on the man. On the fragile neck, Gong's hands couldn't help but want to push away the naughty hair, revealing the attractive curve of the neck.