Monopolize the favor of paranoid gods

Now, what should he do to respond better?The knight said that he would take him to see the Creator God.

Of course, he is looking forward to it personally. After all, an ordinary person who has been a person for so many years suddenly told him that there is a god in this world. He came to see it with the idea of ​​seeing giant pandas, right?

However, no one told him that God is already a corpse now?

This was originally a space with a strange beauty, but because a corpse lay in this space.

The freshness of the corpse was no different from that of the one who had just died. His appearance could not be described in words. It seemed that it would destroy the uniqueness of this person if he said it was beautiful, handsome, or handsome.

He is unique, unique in the world, and is very different from the manic youthful aura of God of Destruction. He is like the ice and snow sleeping quietly in the quiet place of the world, quiet, beautiful, and untouchable.

The God of Creation has only a thin white robe, which hangs down quietly and spreads among the blooming flowers. The countless beautiful flowers have become the flowers of the mourning hall in Song Zhixun's eyes at this moment.

The snow-like white hair of the Creator God was entwined by gorgeous red roses, distorted into complicated circles, rippling layer by layer, just like the layers of water waves on the surface of a calm lake that has fallen into stones.

If he opens his eyes... it should eclipse the most amazing sunshine in the world.

"I'm sorry to disturb your silence." Song Zhixun shivered behind his back, his hair stood on end, remembering that he was actually in the same space as a corpse, clasped his hands together, and mourned silently for three seconds, "Rest in peace, may You were reborn into a good family."

"Your Highness, the God of Creation is not yet dead." The knight's voice rang in his ears, and Song Zhixun was in a cold sweat when he came suddenly in the empty space.

"Don't be mysterious. Are you afraid of cheating corpses when you say these things in front of other people's mourning halls?" Song Zhixun's scalp was numb. He hadn't had time to really touch death in his life, and he still had great awe of corpses. of.

"The god of creation is just sleeping."

"Sleeping?" Song Zhixun pointed at the corpse, "Can you sleep without moving? He doesn't even breathe."

"The God of Creation has not yet died." The knight's voice was bleak, "But he will never come back to life."

"What?" Song Zhixun was taken aback.

"The God of Creation created all things, but Your Highness Rust is too tired." The knight's voice came from the ear, but it was far away, "Your Highness chose to sleep and left everything behind. Now the Creator God is not dead, but It's not far."

"Is he committing suicide?" Song Zhixun asked.

"Yes." The knight said, "Human beings cannot lose creation. Once the god of creation dies, this world will come to an end."

"The God of Destruction spreads plagues and wars, and mankind loses creation and only perishes."

"Your Highness needs you, Your Highness the Queen of God." The knight said, "Please comfort the heart of the God of Creation, and become the sustenance of the God of Creation. The God of Creation is called Rast."

"Stop joking, what else can a guy who sleeps in a vegetative state do?" Song Zhixun walked to the side of the coffin, looked at the lifeless guy lying in it, looked at it, and by some strange coincidence, stretched out his hand and slapped the God of Creation .

The knight was taken aback: "???"

Suddenly, Song Zhixun's hand was caught, the light in front of his eyes suddenly became bright, everything around him became unreal, the surrounding flowers suddenly scattered, and the petals of countless colors quickly flew to the sky.

What's wrong?Song Zhixun raised his head in doubt, squinted his eyes to see the sky clearly, but the sky was just white, without the blue he was familiar with.

knight--

Song Zhixun opened his mouth, but found that he didn't make any sound. It was so quiet that nothing could be heard here. When he clapped his hands, his hands would feel pain, but he couldn't hear the sound of clapping, as if in this space, all All sounds are blocked.

what happened?Song Zhixun was still panicking, but a strange sense of warmth suddenly came from behind him. Song Zhixun wanted to turn around, but a hand stretched out from behind covered his mouth.

It was a person. His hands were so big that they easily covered his cheeks. The figure of that person seemed to be very tall, and he could feel that he was being held in the arms of the other person.

What does it feel like?

From the side, a uniform white hair gently floated to his eyes, and Song Zhixun immediately thought of the god of creation, Rast, with that silver-white soft long hair.

He wanted to turn around, but found that his body was out of control, and all the rejections disappeared, leaving only the relaxation of the whole body and mind, as if he had eaten something, and everything seemed unreal.

Song Zhixun stretched out his hand, trying to remove the hand covering his face, but found that he was actually floating in the air, and nowhere in his body could bear force. He seemed to be flying in the sky, as long as he let go of this hand , he would fall from the sky, the instinct of the body made him rely on the strength of this hand.

Sensing Song Zhixun's giving up resistance, that hand slowly moved away a little, one hand gently wrapped around Song Zhixun's waist, and the other hand kept wiping Song Zhixun's lips.

The surrounding flowers turned into fresh drops of water, which were gently wiped off Song Zhixun's lips by that hand. Song Zhixun felt a little uncomfortable on his lips, and didn't understand the meaning of Ruster's action at all.

Suddenly there was a bit of itching in his calf, his knees were pushed up by a pair of legs, he curled up, the hand let go of the lips that tortured Song Zhixun, and turned to his wound that had not yet fully healed.

Song Zhixun turned his back to Ruster, completely unable to figure out what Ruster was doing, but he was let go.

Song Zhixun turned around, but Ruster was not behind him, his legs were gently pulled by something, and Song Zhixun was horrified to find that Ruster was actually under his legs at some point.

He couldn't see Luster's face, only the long silver-white hair floating around.

There was a burst of coolness from the calf, Song Zhixun's eyes widened, his calf——

Kissed? !