Last Wish Become God System [Unlimited Stream]

Baomeng held Minigang, and ran towards Jian Mingshu while rushing in.

"boom--"

Explosions and heat waves were overwhelming, forcing her to raise her hands to cover her eyes.From the corner of her eye, she accidentally caught a glimpse of bursting green light all around, and even the dust and gravel kicked up were shining with a ghostly green.

The huge centipede was twisted, its body burned to the point that only its tail remained, and this small tail was quickly turned into ashes.

A silhouette of a child was outlined in the gunpowder smoke.

The dust has settled.

"Uncle Ming!"

The child threw himself directly at Jian Mingshu, hugging his leg softly, his pink side face resting on Jian Mingshu's black uniform.

The little boy was delicate, with clear eyes, flickering at Jian Mingshu.

"This...are you kidding me?!" Baomeng opened his eyes wide.She and Shinichi immediately jumped over the two huge corpses on the field and ran towards Jian Mingshu.

Although the child in front of her is very different from the person she guessed, Baomeng still guessed the identity of the little boy based on several characteristics - all black clothing, cold white complexion, slender and beautiful eye shape, and color Pale thin lips.

This should be the person who monitors the cocoon world and follows Jian Mingshu all the time.

But why does he look like he is only four or five years old?

Baomeng looked surprised, and subconsciously stroked the little guy's hair to see if he was alive.The other party immediately covered his head, and fiercely lit his little canine teeth.

"My mother, I'm really alive... I haven't seen you in a few days, has it shrunk like this?!"

Jian Mingshu picked him up and poked his face: "You are so small, why are you so powerful, what's your name?"

The child was a little shy, blinked his eyes, and rested his head on Jian Mingshu's shoulder: "My name is counting sheep and sheep."

"Okay, thank you for counting sheep and sheep."

He tapped the tip of little Wu Shuyang's nose.

The child's face was full of joy, and he buried his face in Jian Mingshu's shoulder shyly.

"Uncle Ming, are you okay?" Baomeng confirmed.

Jian Mingshu shook his head.He gently put down the counting sheep, and the other party immediately grabbed the corner of Jian Mingshu's clothes.

There were a few traces of black gunpowder smoke on Baomeng Yuanyuan's face, which made Jian Mingshu sigh in a low voice.

"You're not hurt?" he asked.

Baomeng shook his head: "I'm fine. I even got revenge, this machine gun, I'm so happy——"

Jian Mingshu suddenly pulled her violently.

"Boom."

The giant praying mantis mustered the last strength, cut down its forearm, and faced the direction where Baomeng was standing just now.

A slender samurai sword blocked Mantis Arm's path.

Jian Mingshu held the knife in his hand, gritted his teeth and stared at the sneak attacking monster in front of him.

In the stalemate, Baomeng quickly made up his sword, and all the guns smashed it into a sieve.

A frivolous whistle came.

The black cat bent down and looked up at Jian Mingshu with its head sideways: "I didn't realize that you are also a Creater."[1]

Jian Mingshu looked at the samurai sword in his hand.This knife, like the extra running shoes on my feet at the beginning, was created out of thin air.

Including the little "Wu Shuyang" standing beside him, tightly clutching the corner of his clothes.

He didn't expect that at a critical moment, the first person that popped up in his mind was actually Wu Shuyang.

What's more, he didn't expect that the Wu Shuyang in his subconscious mind would turn out to be a four- or five-year-old brat after being concretized—although his ability is still outstanding.

"Clean the platform in Area 63, three big prey, and bring a container." He pulled out the walkie-talkie, gave a simple order, and cut off the communication.

The black cat's voice came from behind.Like an artist admiring his masterpiece, he looked around the audience that had been bombed to pieces.

He looked quite satisfied. After looking around for a week, his eyes fell on the beautiful man in black uniform in front of him:

"A piece of advice: Creater is the most taboo to think wildly. Be careful of those fears in your mind, all of them will become reality and should come to you."

Jian Mingshu raised his eyes to look at him, and silently retracted the Japanese sword.The handle of the knife gradually disappeared from the tail, disappearing into the air full of dust.

"It sounds quite suitable for me." Jian Mingshu said, "I have a small brain, and I don't like to think wildly on weekdays."

"However, Creator, there should be a price, and it can't be regarded as an 'out of thin air' creation."

"Of course."

The black cat said: "Everything in the world is just energy strings, including human thinking. Some people's thinking has strong echoes, and they can be broken down into elementary particles, so they can naturally create things."

"It's like a person made of a piece of building blocks. Of course, this pile of building blocks can be crushed and built into other things. However, the number of building blocks of a Creater is always limited." [1]

Baomeng lowered his voice, approached quietly and asked, "Uncle Ming, who is this second-grade patient?"

The black cat took out an emerald green lollipop out of nowhere and stuffed it into its mouth.

With a lollipop in his mouth, with his hands behind his back, he said with a smile:

"My name...that's too many...it's too many to count. But you can call me Black Cat."

Baomeng's face was wrinkled together, and "I can't stand this second disease" was written all over his face.

"Eat?" The black cat found some lollipops out of nowhere and handed them over.

"No, you can keep it for yourself." Baomeng flatly refused.

The black cat snorted contemptuously: "Broccoli flavor, I don't know how many years it has been discontinued. If you don't eat it, forget it."

Baomeng's face really wrinkled now, probably thinking, what kind of devil's taste is this.

"I have three questions." Jian Mingshu said.

"Oh?"

"First, where is this place; second, how to get out of this place; third, why do you have to hide your identity as a Creator."

"I thought you were different from others."

Is this an answer?

Seeing that his face darkened, the black cat raised its eyebrows, and continued, "These three questions of yours are all the same."

Jian Mingshu frowned.

"Let me ask you, do you know how many people there are in No.5? How many people are there in Alter, do you know? Cr..."

"I suggest you focus on the key points directly. My mother's gun is heavy, and she might go off and die." Baomeng rolled his eyes directly, interrupting his circling conversation.

The black cat gave a short laugh.

"If it's annoying, I won't say it."

Jian Mingshu: "..."

The black cat ignored the two of them, and walked towards the round platform.The ordinary people who lined up just now walked and ran, except for a few who accidentally fell down and were trampled into a pile of mud, the living people had already run away.

"Black cat! Is this kind of container enough?"

The head of the plane that had towed away the big bug just now came panting from the ruins behind him, followed by a broken crane with an overturned container hanging on his forearm.

The black cat glanced lazily: "It's fine."

He pointed to the people who had been trampled into mud on the ground: "These are all shoveled up, and they can be eaten after cooking. Don't waste them."

This series of conversations made Jian Mingshu and his party feel uncomfortable.

He only thought the group of guards with guns forcing people to jump the millstone just now were hateful, but he didn't expect that the black cat in front of him behaved no differently from that group of people.

Inhuman.

The black cat seemed to understand what Jian Mingshu was thinking.He suddenly turned around and stared at Jian Mingshu: "Princess Pea?"

Jian Mingshu frowned, not understanding what he meant.

The black cat showed a wicked smile: "I said you don't know the sufferings of the world, you are the princess and the pea. I will put more than ten layers of velvet on the mattress for you tonight, how about it, my princess?"

After speaking, he saluted in a serious manner.

The black cat was standing up, making a gesture to hold Jian Mingshu, and planned to kiss hands next.

It didn't take long for this hand to be stretched out, and it was opened by Baomeng.

"Who are you molesting? Have you got my permission to be our dean's wife?"

She was carrying MP7 on her back and Minigun on her shoulders. I have to say that this piece of iron-blooded equipment made her speak very hard.

Xiao Wu Shuyang immediately opened his arms to stand between the black cat and Jian Mingshu.Seeing that the black cat failed, he lowered his immature arms, grabbed Jian Mingshu's little finger, and made a face at the black cat.

Behind the three of them, a dilapidated small dump truck drove up the round platform along the queued road, put a long pipe in the open space of the platform, and began to suck something up.

The thing was extremely viscous, scarlet in color, with blood clots and bits of clothes on it.

This scene was really shocking, he gently covered little Wu Shuyang's eyes.

During the process of falling into this world, Jian Mingshu clearly saw that the people who fell into the gap were all human beings.

"Don't feel disgusted, this is a good thing." The black cat sneered, "Do you know how many people can be fed in such a big box?"

"But this is a human being." Baomeng said.

This seemed to be some kind of joke that made people laugh. The black cat clutched its belly and couldn't help laughing.After a long time, he suddenly stopped smiling and asked, "Have you ever sympathized with your chickens? Have you ever sympathized with cows? What about sheep?"

"Why don't you care if cattle, sheep and chickens are beaten into meat sauce to make ham sausages, but why do you feel uncomfortable when people are kept in captivity and raised?"

"You humans are so arrogant. You actually feel that humans are different from other animals."

—You humans.

This inadvertently brought out title caught Jian Mingshu's attention.It doesn't sound like he considers himself "human".

Baomeng was momentarily stunned by this strange theory, and it took him a long time to retort:

"Unreasonable. Can humans and animals be compared?"

"According to your logic, Alters and ordinary people can't be compared? There are differences between species and species—" The black cat stared at her with no smile on its face.

"What's more--I take these meat sauces to feed ordinary people. Compared with feeding Alter, it's better not to let the fat and water go to outsiders' fields."

"What are you talking about—what kind of crazy world is this? Is it an illusion? Or is it just a dream?" Baomeng asked with a frown.

The black cat took two steps towards her, and its beautiful emerald green eyes sized up the impatient little girl in front of her.

"What about illusion? What about reality?"

"Even if this is an illusion, why can't it be reality?"

"I'm so fucking hot-tempered—" Baomeng got angry immediately as he spoke.

"—stop." Jian Mingshu interrupted the tense atmosphere between the two.

"You have your views and standpoints, and Baomeng also has her own views and standpoints. Arguing is meaningless except to vent your emotions. Seek common ground while reserving differences."

Jian Mingshu raised his eyes and saw the black cat looking at him with a smile.

A smile that makes people unable to understand his thoughts.

"I can show you, human arrogance—"

"No. Let's part now. Baomeng and I are not interested in your nonsense. Our goal is to get out successfully." Jian Mingshu politely declined.

"This point, I can tell you directly: this place, there is no return. No one has ever gone out."

The black cat blinked, and a simple and pretty face was reflected in the green eyes.

"No one survived."

The author has something to say: [1] Everything is composed of energy strings: The world view of this article is taken from the theory of superstrings. For the first mention, see Chapter 24 "Echoes of Strings"

**Why Wu Shuyang, who is four or five years old?

Uncle Ming still treats him as a child at present, and he also thinks he has a childish temper, and he also thinks he is a bit cute (two hundred years old is amazing, relying on the old to sell the old

Of course I think he is cute, Uncle Ming will not admit it~

Counting sheep and sheep: (want to hit someone...)

感谢在2020-01-0521:43:33~2020-01-1113:53:39期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: help Shangqingyun, 1 freehand;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 36 bottles of SHAW; 5 bottles of lzcbqc; 2 bottles of dreaming in the garden;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!