Godhead Steal [Comprehensive Lord Greece]

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Title: Stealing the Godhead [Comprehensive Lord Greece]

Author: drunk long song

Copywriter: Do you think that if you climbed into Zeus's bed, you two are true love?

- You are so sweet.

After speaking, Ali Kumon kicked Zeus' balls.

· Full of brain holes, no three views.

·There are a lot of bugs, handle them with care.

· 1v1, HE guaranteed.

·Please gently stroke the author's chrysanthemum.

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☆, activation

He drifted in this nothingness for a long time.

After he died, he squatted beside his corpse and waited for half a month, until his body rotted in the humid uninhabited mountain area.

Still no one.

He looked at his body covered with maggots in distress, and sighed when he saw the white bones of Neri Sensen.

In the humid, sweltering forest, his body would soon be decomposed to nothing by vigorous microbes.

Watching yourself slowly disappear is not a good feeling.

The young man finally made sure that he couldn't wait for his ghost messenger or the person who collected his body, so he resigned himself to his fate and left the mountain where he was camping in a light and light way.

left his body.

The youth is a person who likes camping very much. He has no relatives, only a few friends.

And those few friends are also camping enthusiasts who like to run around in various mountains and valleys. In addition to exchanging some experiences with each other on weekdays, they just report their safety—in case something happens, there is no one to report it. .

The young man never imagined that just after an ordinary camping trip, a heavy rain came suddenly after reporting safety with his friends and ending the communication.

Without warning, the loose soil and the rock rolled down from the top of the mountain, submerging the youth who had just stepped out of the tent.

In the face of heaven, human beings' ability to resist is particularly weak.

So when facing the raging catastrophe, he was buried under the soil with almost no chance to struggle, and was coincidentally naked after the horrible disaster.Exposed to the outside, it becomes a petri dish for scavengers and microorganisms.

Not long after the young man left his corpse, he crashed into a vast and absolutely quiet nothingness.

Quiet.

There is no sound.

The feeling of suffocation persists even after death.

And being able to maintain his existence without air now almost made him completely forget how to breathe.

The ghost can't speak and doesn't know where the sound comes from. Even breathing and heartbeat are hard to hear-it's like being deaf and blind.

He was rampaging in such a void, exploring everything here tirelessly.

However, he still didn't find anything.

This is probably the world after death, the young man thought, and then he gave up struggling.

He didn't know the passage of time in this nothingness, he couldn't see anything.

Nothing but darkness.

Gradually, he found himself beginning to forget some things.

Starting from some trivial things, it wasn't until he suddenly couldn't remember the appearance and names of those few friends that he realized that some important things were being wiped out and eliminated from his mind.

In the end, he couldn't even remember his own name, or even whether it was a cat or a dog who was always with him.

The only thing he can remember clearly is the fear of death and the pain of suffocation that have always enveloped him.

And the only brightly colored image of his own corpse rotting quietly in the ground.

The fear in the darkness was magnified infinitely, and finally wiped away all his hope and happiness, leaving only the fear of the status quo and the eager desire to change everything.

Finally one day, he even forgot how to control his soul to do the most basic activities.

The young man was stunned in nothingness.

Fear forced him to struggle hard against the devouring nothingness, but with little success.

Time to resign, he thought.

However, the second he was about to give up, this piece of nothingness suddenly lit up!

He watched the lights come on one after another, and a completely forgotten emotion called joy took over his consciousness.

Immediately afterwards, a heart-piercing sharp pain washed away his joy.

It was as if someone punched his head directly, and the severe pain continued to expand in his soul.

The empty head tortured by time seemed to be forced into a large amount of cotton, a huge flow of information poured in, and the pain almost made him want to die.

Oh, he's dead.

So he can only bear the pain.

As a matter of fact, the young man who always felt that he would collapse completely in the next second did survive unexpectedly.

He slowly opened his eyes, and his already rigid thinking was running at a high speed.

Then he raised his hand—yes, it was a hand.

Has intact bones and muscles.

He can see things.

The young man tried to step forward, and then took a step forward.

I can move...

He can move! !

The young man stretched out his hands tremblingly towards his body, wanting to feel the long-lost warmth.

Yet his hand went straight through his body.

The smile on the young man's face suddenly froze, he was stunned for a long time, and finally compromised with the extra things in his consciousness.

In simple terms, he activated a system.

On a deeper level, he became the system.

The young man didn't hesitate too much, he immediately chose to work hard to understand his extra functions.

He is still immersed in the constant fear and anxiety these days, even having a virtual body can't give him any sense of security.

The young man is always in fear, for fear that he will lose this virtual body as well.

Under such uneasiness and panic, he finally succumbed to the temptation that the program kept giving him—he began to choose a suitable host in the various worlds he had mastered.

He needs a body.

No matter what, I want to get a suitable body.

A strong and excellent body that will not rot, will not be defenseless in the face of danger.

In the end his goal was locked on a deity with a certain deep desire.

— Ali Kumon.

A second-class deity who is madly obsessed with the main god.

☆, name

Alicumon is a second-class god, a subordinate god of Persephone, the goddess of spring, who is in charge of the flowers of spring.

However, since the Goddess of Spring spends a quarter of a year in Hades, all her subordinate gods are temporarily subordinated to her mother.

Ali Kumon is a god who has no sense of existence, but even if he no longer has a sense of existence, he is still a god.

He is obsessed with chasing after the main god on the top of Mount Olympus, even if he can only catch a glimpse from a distance at the annual banquet of the gods, even if the king of the gods has already left a cruel and cruel way. wife.

He knows some lovers who never mind more development.

He dreamed of falling in love with Zeus, and even if there was only a rare possibility, he could seize the opportunity at all costs.

But the premise of being able to develop with Zeus is to be able to let Zeus see him.

Ali Kumon is not a very smart god, he doesn't know how to create opportunities by himself, but just tries to dress himself up as eye-catching as possible in every banquet of the gods, hoping to win the throne Even if it's just a look in the eyes of that god.

But he obviously didn't have that kind of charm.

The appearance of the gods has always been unique. There are countless gods who want to climb Zeus's bed. Without unique charm and temperament, it is extremely difficult to get a look of admiration.

After this banquet of the gods just finished, Ali Kumon, who took the priesthood to make flowers bloom all over the land, lay on the edge of an ordinary water pool in Olympus, buried his head in the green and fragrant green grass, and was surrounded by chirping trees on the branches beside him. The birds are very annoying.

"Who can stop the noisy birds from making noise!" He sat up abruptly, and the flowers on the grass beside him bloomed because of his anger.

The beautiful flowers swaying in the wind contrast with the anger on the face of this handsome god, which looks a little funny - making the god's anger completely unfeeling.

The birds chirped all the more jubilantly at the bloom of the flowers.

Annoyed, Ali Kumeng hammered the grass under his buttocks and pulled out the flowers.

He picked up a stone and threw it at the birds, roaring angrily, "Go to hell!"

Unexpectedly, the not-sharp stone directly knocked the birds off the branches. They fell to the ground, fluttered their wings a few times, and remained silent.

Alikumeng was stunned for a moment, then frowned and leaned over, turned over the corpses of several birds and looked around suspiciously, but found nothing.

—It was definitely not his doing.

Everyone knows that his divine power is non-aggressive.

"Isn't it good?" A voice came out suddenly, coming directly from the god's mind.

He frowned, "Who?"

"I accomplished what you dreamed of but couldn't do."

Alikumeng opened his mouth, and after a while he still asked, "Who are you?"

"The one who does what you want."

"Thank you so much." Ali Kumon sneered, looking around, "Then I want this water to dry up now, can you do it?"

"Of course, you only need to pay the price."

"You talk to a god about the price." The god seemed to have heard the funniest joke, "God is omnipotent!"

"The omnipotent gods cannot be favored by Zeus." The voice sounded full of sarcasm, "Zeus doesn't even know who you are."

"Shut up!" growled the god, "Dry that water! What do you need?"

"This will make the three water fairies lose their homes, as well as those in the water..."

"That's none of my business." The god sneered, "What do you want me to show?"

The voice was silent for a while, as if deliberating. After a while, he replied, "Give me your name."

"Take it away." The gods didn't care.

As soon as the words fell, the water in front of me was instantly evaporated, and the water fairy living below ran out screaming, looking at the aquatic creatures struggling in the dry water, at a loss.

"I took your name." That voice—it should be changed to Alikumon now.

The soul who had obtained the name of Ali Kumon put aside the memory of this god that he had easily obtained, and announced the result with some disgust.

What this god who is not very powerful has done is disgusting.

He was too weak to do anything to those gods, so most of the humans and demigods who had an affair with Zeus were blamed by him-he destroyed the part of them that attracted Zeus.

A beautiful face, a gentle personality or a particularly touching part.

For example, the beautiful eyes will be gouged out, the smooth forehead will be gouged out-even the beautiful lips will be cut off by him.

What he does is sharp and terrible, which is completely different from his gentle power and godhead.

Compared with Hera's jealousy, this weak and non-existent god is the real shocker.

He ruined the lives of those girls and teenagers who were like pearls and should have been happy for a lifetime.

And Zeus, who only cares about sowing seeds and doesn't care about others, doesn't care about the affairs of these human beings, so these ruined tragedies can only bear the inexplicable anger of the gods.

But now, seeing the result of his will, this god has no guilt or panic in his heart, but is full of ecstasy and uncontrollable excitement and joy.

"Why did you take my name away?" the youth-like deity asked indifferently.

"You will know soon." Ali Kumon replied him, and then fell silent.

The deity shrugged, glanced at the homeless water fairies, stood up and left the evaporated water.

A few bewildered girls looked back at the direction the deity left, and their backs were quite familiar—the deity often rested beside their water pool.

They felt the gentle divine power flowing from each other, and wanted to ask the god for a favor, but they got stuck just as they were about to speak, and couldn't remember the name of the god for a while.

The deity didn't pay much attention to the idea that someone had taken his name at first.

He's been pretty busy all spring.

Until this spring passed, when he returned to the main god's temple to listen to the divine voice, he found that the goddess of spring, Persephone, had a slightly subtle expression when she clicked on him.

"Your name is..." Persephone looked at him suspiciously.

The young god froze and looked up at his main god, "I..."

his name……

The god pursed his lips and frowned.

His name... what was it?

☆、Give it back to me

There was silence in the temple for a while, and the gods looked at this colleague with surprise and confusion.

—They couldn't even remember the name of the young god.

But they can be sure that this god is very familiar.

You must know that there are several of them who have traveled with him to the priesthood not long ago.

But no one can remember his name.

"Don't worry." The kind and gentle Goddess of Spring looked at her Congshen and comforted her, "It's probably someone's prank."

The gods looked at each other, but in the end they couldn't find out the reason for this result, so they had to echo the statement of their main god.

There are many gods who like to play tricks, probably because this god accidentally offended someone and got punished.

This is normal on Mount Olympus.

In particular, the popularity of this god whose name has been forgotten is not very good. Regarding his revenge, many gods expressed that it should be taken for granted and they were all overjoyed.

They hadn't forgotten the god, they just couldn't remember his name all of a sudden.

There are quite a few gods on Mount Olympus who can do this, but they can't afford to offend them.

From the presence of the gods, the old gods did not even bring the most basic comfort and sympathy to the gods who lost their names, and silently filled up the skill of turning a blind eye.

They didn't know that this incident was not just a prank for the god in front of them.

The flustered god lowered his head, pursed his lips, and returned to his position under the gaze of the gods.

In the spare time after being busy, the god who lost his name finally couldn't sit still.

He admits that his popularity is really bad, but he still has one or two friends.

But he found that his few friends didn't look for him anymore.

The god who lost his name rarely took the initiative to find his friends. When the friends saw him, their attitude was still familiar, but when they wanted to call him, they got stuck and couldn't react for a long time.

"Who did you offend?" a friend asked. "Things like this are more punishment than pranks. Your name is shrouded in a mist, and we remember you with only a vague memory." Shadow—we wanted to find you before, but we gave up because we couldn't remember your appearance for a while."

"Yes." The other nodded, "I only remember it when I see you. You'd better apologize, otherwise the consequences will be very bad."

The god who lost his name smiled perfunctorily, and frowned tightly.

Only he and that voice knew that the loss of the name was not a prank, it was not a "cover up", but a "deprivation".

You know, whether it is a god or a human being, names are very important.

Even if you just use a short pronunciation as your code name, when people you know think of this name, his appearance and related deeds will immediately appear in their minds.

And when others forget your name, unless it is very close, people who think of you from time to time and have special memory and attention to you, other people will not remember at all unless someone mentions it to them You come.

He never felt how important his name was before.

Until now he can't even remember his own name.

The gods who have lost their names can almost imagine the future they are facing.

He doesn't have particularly close friends, which means he'll be slowly forgotten by the gods, a wretch abandoned by the world.

He never cared whether anyone remembered him before.

—and now he was terrified by someone else's oblivion.

He is a god, omnipotent, high above the gods, how can he become a wretch that is not even as good as dust!

The god who lost his name tensed his nerves. He left Mount Olympus and came to the human city-state.

His appearance, which is much more handsome than that of human beings, has attracted the attention of many people.

The slave owners noticed that there was no sign of slavery on the young man. They looked at the luxurious clothes and fair skin on the young man, and they immediately started to move.

The god held his head high, enjoying the glory of being watched by everyone.

Look, even if they don't know my name, they will look at me with such admiration.

The god said this to himself, and his eyes turned to a man walking like him, his beautiful eyes narrowed.

The young man's gentle divine power and appearance predestined him to look good and harmless.

After the slave owner full of evil thoughts approached him, he was appeased by gentle divine power, and the filthy thoughts in his heart were immediately suppressed.

Like a young man who fell in love for the first time, this old and cunning slave owner wiped the sweat from his palms on his sleeves, "That, that... I don't know if I have the honor to invite..."

"Invite me, and then mark me as a slave?" All the gods looked at him mockingly, making the slave owner feel that his soul had been seen through.

"I didn't have such an idea—" the slave owner paused, "I admit that it was true at the beginning...but I sincerely invite you."

The god snorted coldly, and looked at the man in front of him indifferently.

The slave owner only thought that this young man was so straightforward and cute, "You are a child of a noble family."

The gods did not speak.

"May I know your name?" the slave owner asked with a hint of caution.

He swore it was the first time in his life that he treated a stranger so gently.

"Name?" The god raised his eyebrows and paused slightly, "What do you think my name should be?"

As soon as each god is born, their names are established, except for the special cases where they are deprived by the main god or newly bestowed with godheads, their names are directly linked to the priesthood.

He lost his own name, and it was impossible to have a new one.

"You..." The slave owner wanted to praise the other person's appearance when he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything with frowning.

He frowned and looked at the god.

The gods in this world never distinguish themselves from human life so clearly. Although they live in Mount Olympus, the sea world, or the underworld where mortals are not allowed to set foot, there are still many gods who like to hang out in the world. among humans.

The slave owner's vision is not low, he has already begun to have some doubts.

If this is a god...

The god who had lost his name was looked at suspiciously by him, and the anger and panic that had been suppressed by everyone's admiring eyes galloped out like a wild horse that had run loose!

"What are you looking at?" The god's voice was cold.

"I……"

"Can't think of a name?" The god approached the slave owner, his calm and gentle eyes were shining brightly, "Why can't you say my name?"

The god's eyes didn't seem to be angry, but became soft under the effect of divine power, as if he was acting like a baby.

The slave owner was stared at by this look, and his heart softened in a mess.

"I don't think you should be named by me—the gods will give you the most beautiful name."

"Oh, yes, I have a beautiful name." The god tilted his head, "I used to have one."

kill him.

Kill him for me!

kill him!

The god who didn't get a response closed his eyes slightly, and called out the name reluctantly.

—Ali Kumon, kill him!

"You need to use a small amount of divine power to exchange." After three months, the person who got the name of Ali Kumeng finally spoke out again. He scanned the things that the gods could trade, and said.

take away.

The god took a step back and distanced himself from the slave owner.

Then he looked indifferently at the man with a smile on his face, his face quickly turned gray, and then he fell to the ground.

The god of death is attracted by the breath of death.

The sword-holding deity looked at the gentle deity in surprise, then at the bewildered soul, and without saying anything, cut off the connection between the soul and the human world, and led the dead soul into the underworld.

The god who lost his name silently left the city-state that was in chaos due to the sudden death of the slave owner, and stopped in the suburbs.

"I know you are here, Alikumon," he said. "Give me back my name."

☆、I want Zeus

"..." Ali Kumeng raised his eyebrows, a little surprised at this god's rare initiative to speak up.

The silence of the people who don't know where they are makes the god who lost his name very disturbed, and he desperately wants to get his name back.

The god's fists were clenched tightly, and even his breathing became short of breath, "Give me back my name!!"

Who gave you the courage to say that?

Ali Kumeng thought so, and rejected his request coldly.

"No," he said.

Without the taste of a name, Ali Kumon knew more deeply than this god.

In that emptiness, he almost completely forgot his own existence—both time and thinking seemed to be static, and he could not perceive anything.

This deity lost its name and could still gain the attention of other people, walk freely in the world, and act recklessly by virtue of his existence.

This is better than he did not know how many times.

Ali Kumon had no sympathy for the god.

In fact he looked at the deity as if he were looking at a piece of uneaten cake.

He is too greedy, but his strength can't keep up with the strong expectations and desires in his heart, so he can only choose to turn to the outside world for help.

Alikumon has no doubt that this god will trade everything he has to himself sooner or later.

Be it name, body, soul or godhead.

Ali Kumeng made such a conclusion, holding the divine power obtained from the transaction in his hand, and integrated a little bit of it into his soul.

Just like the warm taste of spring sunshine, contrary to the sharp character of this god, his divine power makes people feel extremely comfortable.

Ali Kumeng used this kind of divine power to nourish his soul, and he had to make sure that when he got the godhead in the future, his soul full of gentle divine power would not be rejected.

This is also the reason why he chose to take away part of the divine power that can be restored by the godhead in a short period of time.

Although he is not willing to admit this fact——but whether it is this god or his program, it is judged that human life is not valuable.

It's not even as serious as losing the residence of the previous three water fairies.

"What should I exchange with you? What can I use to get my name back?" the god asked eagerly, and for the first time felt that the other party's silence and low sense of presence made him uneasy.

"..." Ali Kumon was a little surprised that the gods could think of such a way. He glanced at the results of the program and clicked his tongue, "Your body, or godhead."

The god's eager expression froze for a moment, and then his face was full of disbelief.

"Why did you take these?!"

"I just follow your desire." Alikumon said in a tone of fact, "I have the ability to satisfy all your little thoughts, but you can't do anything yourself."

"All?!" The deity's expression suddenly became subtle and inexplicable, and he asked cautiously: "You mean all?"

"Including your thoughts on Zeus." Ali Kumon said with certainty.

"What are you taking?"

"You have everything." After Ali Kumon finished speaking, after admiring Zeus's value, he let the silent god think alone, and he wholeheartedly enjoyed the warm breath of this god, full of the fragrance of spring. God's power comes.

He didn't worry at all about how long this weak second-class god would hesitate. In fact, even if the host he chose was Zeus, Alikumon was completely sure to get everything he wanted, but it would probably take a long time.

Alikumon didn't want to wait too much, his desire for the body in front of him was as much as the god's desire for Zeus.

Ali Kumon is sure to get these.

He knew that, whether gods or men, once the ambition beyond his own attainment was satisfied, other desires followed and the temptation to satisfy desires without effort, even the king of gods could not resist.

Although Zeus claims to be omniscient and omnipotent, there are indeed things he cannot do.

Like divorcing Hera.

As the king of the gods, Zeus can do whatever he wants, but he also has certain restrictions-and Alikumon can allow him to obtain true supreme authority and omnipotence.

Ali Kumeng felt like an overstretched golden finger, but it was a pity to waste it on a second-class god who had no pursuit.

Unexpectedly, this god hesitated for quite a long time this time.

And Ali Kumon didn't seem to be in a hurry, he maintained his pace without any haste, and made some trivial transactions with Ali Kumon that could only take away his divine power, testing his soul and spring flowers Compatibility of the Godhead.

At the same time, it also disintegrated the god's defensiveness and tension towards him little by little.

These transactions have almost no loss for the god, so that after his desires are satisfied but it can be said that he does not have to pay anything, Alikumon in the eyes of the gods gradually becomes somewhat vague and harmless. image of.

The deity who is afraid of being forgotten is active among other gods this year, and has been nicknamed "the guy who lost his name" in this year.

The deity who got a derogatory nickname was almost moved to tears—this meant that although he could not get his name back, he would not be easily forgotten anyway.

Ali Kumeng is happy to see it, he hopes that others will erase all the negative effects of his deal, so that when the gods fall into the wrath of destruction again, he can once again propose some expensive deals and pay Not rejected.

Ali Kumon felt like a devil who granted other people's wishes at the cost of stealing their souls.

Oh, but he's more fair and just than the devil.

At least he won't take the soul of this god by fulfilling an ordinary or trivial wish.

Compared with those lost lambs, Alikumon felt that this god was really much luckier.

After helping the god to punish a fairy who had appeared a little too many times in front of Zeus recently, Ali Kumon once again took a little of the opponent's divine power to fill his soul.

By the way, I have to sigh with emotion, the tone of this god's words to him has become more and more taken for granted recently, and he can't hear the guard and temptation before.

The method of boiling frogs in warm water is really quite easy to use.

After another year of severe winter, the earth is covered with a new layer of green again.

The goddess of spring was picked up from the underworld by her mother and returned to the temple of Olympus to spend the short spring of the year.

At the beginning of spring, the gods on Mount Olympus will gather in front of the temple of the main god on the top of the mountain to hold a banquet.

All creatures on Mount Olympus can admire the heroic appearance of the king of gods at this time.

As in previous years, the gods who lost their names dressed themselves up exquisitely—it was an incomparable feeling that mortals almost suffocated in the past.

He is almost integrated with the whole spring, and the atmosphere around him is peaceful and warm, with a light spring flower fragrance, as fresh as the dewdrops in the forest in the morning, and the warm sun seems to come out from his eyes, which makes people feel warm. It warms my heart for no reason.

He wasn't the only one who had meticulously prepared for the banquet, however.

The annual feast made the gods of Mount Olympus very excited. After all, they knew in their hearts that this was not just a banquet. In this banquet, the subordinate gods had a lot of opportunities to hook up with the main god.

Whether it's a spring breeze or a husband and wife formed at once, it is a piece of talk for the gods.

Of course, there are also some weird ones.

——For example, a deity who killed a lot of human demigods for Zeus, but kept his body like a jade himself.

Alikumeng glanced at his host's unabashedly infatuated expression, this obsession almost completely ruined his fresh temperament that he could barely manage.

Ali Kumon covered his eyes with grief.

No wonder he didn't even get a look from Zeus.

Ali Kumon finally knew the reason why the host had not been able to succeed even in the face of Zeus, who had no integrity at all.

It's just that the god himself doesn't know how inappropriate his appearance is.

He just stood in an inconspicuous corner, his eyes closely following the god on the main seat.

Ali Kumon didn't say a word, he just thought the banquet was boring.

To put it bluntly, it is a group 419 gathering. If you see the right eye, come and have a blast. After tonight, if you think it is good, you will develop it.

These gods really have no integrity at all.

Ali Kumeng thought about it, and was about to withdraw his gaze and continue to look at the information stored in his program, but was stopped by the host's suddenly rising anger.

He looked at the host's line of sight in surprise, and found that a second-class god was talking with Zeus.

And Zeus's hard outline like a stone sculpture is slightly softer, and there is a hint of interest when he looks at the god.

Tianhou stood aside and looked at them coldly.

She couldn't stop Zeus's behavior, but she could make life difficult for this daring second-class queen.

Zeus stretched out his arms to hug the delicate-looking and petite god, and his smile gradually widened.

The second-class god in his arms didn't have the courage to face the Queen of Heaven directly, so he chose to turn his head to look at the god in the corner. When the two eyes met, the corner of the other's mouth twitched and curved into a sarcasm.

Ali Kumon knew him, and this was one of his host's friends who had a pretty good relationship.

The group of friends knew how obsessed his host was with Zeus—even before the party began, they promised to set up a connection with Zeus if they had the chance to speak to him.

But obviously, that second-class god broke his promise.

Not only did he break his promise, judging from his current expression, I'm afraid that many of his previous words were deceitful.

Ali Kumon fully understood the anger of his host.

Although he may not be very sincere when communicating with them, and his personality is not very good, but at least he will not cheat.

Ali Kumon thought so, paused for a moment, and then suddenly looked forward to it.

And just as he expected, within a few seconds of his anticipation, his host spoke.

"I want Zeus, Ali Kumon." The god's voice was lowered, full of anger, and the flowers under his feet suddenly bloomed and then quickly withered.

Ali Kumon was silent for a moment, quietly collected the data just now, and then casually destroyed the scene here.

The god didn't notice the impact of his anger on this little creature, and his attention was focused on the two backs that were drifting away.

"I want Zeus." The god repeated, "I will pay the price."

Ali Kumon smiled and bent his eyebrows.

"as you wish."

☆, choose

For Ali Kumeng, although the joy at this moment was not as good as the one-tenth of the emotion when he felt that he could continue to exist, it was enough to change his calm state of mind for a year.

The host agreed to the deal, which meant that what he wanted