[Western Fantasy] Creator's daily tasks

【Does Long Yun know who killed your master?Do you know who betrayed you?Do you know the pain of the [-] knives on Zhuxian Terrace...]

"Who is it! Who are you?"

Long Yun slashed away with all his strength, countless beams of sword energy submerged in the white mist in thousands of directions, did not stir up any waves, but the voice was still whirling.

"Long Yun, you traitor, the scum of the hidden sect, how could you accept a thief like you as a teacher!"

The old voice hovered over the fog for a long time and did not dissipate.

"……master."

Long Yun muttered in a daze, but quickly came back to his senses, his eyes were so sharp, and he stared into the mist, "The mouse-eyed people who hide their heads and show their tails can only play mysteries."

"Brother, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person. You actually colluded with evil spirits and heretics and killed a person in a district. That's hundreds of thousands of lives!"

The slightly choked female voice passed through the ears, like a body covered with bones, constantly stimulating Long Yun's slender nerve.

"Hmph! Even the mere illusion wants to shake my mind. Who the hell are you?"

His indifferent words broke into the fog, and his flickering eyes showed his mood at the moment.

"...Yun'er, Dad guarded the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum all his life, but he never thought he could defend against foreign thieves, and finally lost to the family thieves. Pity my Xuanyuan family's ancestors, who have worked so hard all their lives and have no place to return to. You! You go, get the hell out of Long's house, and just pretend that I, Long, didn't give birth to your son someday."

A trembling male voice sounded, with ups and downs in a sad and weak tone, like a magic voice urging to death, scratching the heart and flowing weakly.

"dad--"

Long Yun's eyes were wide open, his pupils dilated, and he was staring at the rapidly approaching white mist in a trance, while the voice that kept echoing in his ears was changing continuously, male voices, female voices, mixed with With the voice of reprimand from the crowd...

[Has Long Yun still not understood? 】

The sound shook Long Yun's heart like a bronze bell. He raised his head in confusion, and grasped at random with his fingers, but the white mist passed through his fingertips.

【Your current situation—the family is ruined and the people are dead is nothing more than that. Do you just succumb to fate and reality like this? 】

"Fate...reality..."

The dilated pupils gradually converged on the fingers, and the dull repetition chewed on these two words, as if thinking of something.

【The source of fate, everything that caused your misery now is the Creator, the God of Creation, who created everything, and who weaved your pitiful and pathetic farce. 】

"The Creator...the God of Creation..."

【Yes, it was him, it was his intention that made you look like you are now, and now he is hiding by your side, mockingly watching your powerless struggle. 】

"Who is he?"

The decisive words resounded in the mist, breaking up a few wisps of mist leaning against the whole body.

【Levelch, remember this name, he is the source of all your misfortunes, the beginning of all your misery. 】

"Levelsh, it's him!!!"

Obsidian's eyes instantly turned red, the whites of the eyes were stained with blood, his voice was short of breath and even trembling, and the noises of accusations in his ears gradually became the same voice, and it continued to whirl, he caused all this, he ruined it Lost a good life, the source of all this comes from him!

"As long as he disappears, it will be fine. As long as he disappears, everything will return to normal. The master will frown and urge the younger brother and younger sister to practice spells as before, and the younger sister will hold those boring things like before. Zhizhi's novel, begging him to read it aloud, and my father who stayed in the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum all day..."

Long Yun murmured to himself, the trace of clarity in the trance was suppressed again, and fell into the deepest part of the sea of ​​consciousness.

【Come on, good boy, go to sleep... You won't have these troubles when you wake up. 】

The eyelids were covered with both hands, and slowly pulled down, the words that had been muttering in the mouth gradually subsided, and the person collapsed on the spot, covered by layers of mist, until his figure could not be seen, only Only one or two arrogant chuckles occasionally came out of the white mist.

The night gradually fades away, the birds standing on the branches, stained with the residual dew on the branches and leaves, combing the messy feathers with their beaks, everything is quiet and peaceful at the beginning of the purple sun.

"Levich, take your life!"

The frenzied sword energy flew around, sweeping over the oil paintings hanging on the walls and the gorgeous crystal chandeliers. The exquisite decorations fell to the ground and turned into a pile of scrap iron residues. The fierce sword energy hit every inch of the land. Deep and visible bone wounds were left on the ground. This ancient and long-standing castle has suffered a disaster that can be called extinct today.

Qi Yang turned sideways, a sword qi slammed heavily on the ground, ravines criss-crossed and covered the dark-patterned floor, and brutal killing intent filled the messy hall.

Bang! ! !

The following sword strokes scratched the mirror surface, and the fragments scattered like beautiful snowflakes, fell off the mirror frame and slid to the ground.

"I said you don't care about the rules, someone is going to kill God?"

Qi Yang focused his eyes, raised his right foot heavily and suppressed the sword move towards the heart, and said with a casual joke.

[Oh, killing gods... let's talk about it after you die. ]

Bending his knees and jumping away from the more tricky sword point, he squatted down on the roof, his expression full of leisure, which made Long Yun even more angry.

"Leverxi, today I, Long Yun, swear by this, if I don't kill you, I swear I won't be a human being!"

The sword edge slashed fiercely in the palm of the hand, and blood poured down the entire body of the sword like a spring. At this moment, a sense of virtue originating from the thick soil began to spread in the whole person.

"Boss Law, it's a lot of fun this time. He accidentally upgraded, and it's still a ancestral bloodline purification. Do you think I should be tight-lipped?"

He raised his hand and pulled out the snow-white silk satin around his neck, jumped off the roof, and carefully reached into the sluggish flame of the fireplace, carefully wrapping up the exquisite and translucent gem-like bird egg, his eyes full of He is staring at the human figure with the power of Wuwu earth with interest, mixed with dragon spirit, majestic and reserved.

[...Lewirch, just say that you just want to have fun, you don’t need to report this kind of trivial matter to me, besides, I’m very busy! ! ! ]

"Yeah, of course I know you're busy."

Nonsense, the blood is purified here, and the power of the rules of another world is incidentally evoked. The interweaving and reorganization of the adjustment of different worlds is already troublesome enough, and the problem of the source of the chaos is still increasing. Are you busy? No wonder.

Suddenly, a trace of spiritual thoughts flashed across Qi Yang's heart, and a vague impression was quickly resolved by the Creation Godhead in the God Realm.

"The Pope...the Holy Son...the God of Light"

Interesting?

He rubbed his chin and thought of a wonderful idea. It seems that the opportunity to get rid of being a babysitter for a kid has come, and he can also steal a little power of faith. What a wonderful job!