why the god of the world

Do you know the real Kami?

Ayn Rand let go foolishly.

Kami turned around and walked away, walking towards the front of the crowd, "Pull everyone down and line up, I'm going to line up."

Ayn Rand was also pulled up by the guards, and then stuffed into one of the gaps between the human flesh.

"You are No. 1, No. 2, No. 3..." Kami put labels on their chests while arranging the numbers.He walked and walked up to An Rand.

Ayn Rand looked straight at him.

Kaya also noticed this, narrowed her eyes, and smiled happily.

He is quite satisfied with the fact that he is very attractive.

Kami tore off the code number 18, and stretched out her hand to put it on Ayn Rand's chest.The man was so vicious that he deliberately poked his flesh with his fingers. "You are number 18." He also told him intimately.

"Yes." Kaya's acting skills are not so good, it seems that his memory has been emptied, and he has been imported into the setting of this world.

An Rand felt very angry, even if he was a world god, he was not qualified to treat Kami like that.

His anger continued and he was thrown into prison.

"Of course I am qualified." A voice sounded.

Ayn Rand looked up.

A man with silver hair and black eyes stood in front of him. His appearance was extremely handsome, his figure was slender, and he was so perfect that he would shine.

"Hush." ​​The World God silenced him, "There are still many people locked up here, don't wake them up."

"Who are you?" Ayn Rand asked coldly.

The World God looked at Ayn Rand and smiled meaningfully. "I'm the God of the World." He said casually, his tone was similar to that of me who had eaten three bowls of rice today.

Ayn Rand's eyes widened.

"You ask me if I have the right to do that to Kami? Of course I have the right, he was created by me." World God recalled back then, "I have lived alone in the universe for hundreds of millions of years, it was really lonely, so I Divide my power into two, and then separate the divided power according to different attributes, and turn the power elements into an existence that is almost the same as mine, and this is how the God of Creation was born. To a certain extent, I am Kaya's father."

Ayn Rand rolled his eyes, "Kami's father is that annoying old man."

"Yes, yes, the God of Creation will integrate into the world after creating the world. That is just his setting as a human being." The God of the World insisted, "I am his real father."

"Even so." Ayn Rand gritted his teeth, his eyes burning.

The world god knows why he is angry. "This is what Kaya promised me."

"He knows a fart!" Ayn Rand picked up the grass on the ground and threw it at the World God.

World God watched the straw fall on his clothes, not angry. "Because he's going to die by then."

When Ayn Rand heard this, his face became darker.

"However, all this is thanks to you." World God thanked him. "If he hadn't been obsessed with you, he probably wouldn't have agreed to me."

Ayn Rand: "..."

"But his obsession at that time was to take revenge on you, ahahahaha." World God laughed.

"Hmm." The person sleeping beside was disturbed.

World God immediately covered his mouth.

Ayn Rand asked him, "What's the matter with you?"

"It's not cute. According to the origin, you can even be said to be my grandson." World God said, "But I have to find someone later, so I will tell you directly. Before attacking Kami, let him fall in love with you first."

"Why?" Ayn Rand asked.

"Because." World God felt that he came here out of good intentions, "If other creator gods attack Kami, then he will die. But if he fell in love with you first, he would not fall in love with other gods. I'm dead. Most importantly, if he doesn't fall in love with you, he might not take you with him when he leaves. After all, as soon as Kami leaves, the world will be destroyed. For Kaya, and for myself Survive, come on."

After speaking, the evil world god disappeared.

Ayn Rand remained expressionless, picked up the grass on the ground and continued to throw it forward.

Throwing and throwing, it landed on a white robe.

Ayn Rand looked up.

Kami stood in front of him.

An Rand stared blankly at Lu Mi's indifferent face, with thousands of words stuck in his mind.

Kakaya hooked his fingers towards him.

Ayn Rand looked at his fingers and stood up involuntarily.Kami instructed him to follow him until he reached the foot of the wall.

"What are you doing here?" An Rand asked, he didn't think Kami would fall in love with him at first sight.

Kami in the original state is an out-and-out master at manipulating people's hearts.

Kaya pressed him against the wall and leaned into his ear to speak. "You've been looking at me with naked eyes."

The wall was uneven, and Ayn Rand was pressed against the wall by him, feeling the protruding stones pushing against his flesh.

Body aches, ears itchy.

He frowned, "So? My eyes are on my face, so what's wrong with you?"

"Huhu." Kami laughed softly, "I've been working here for so long, and this is the first time I've met someone with such a bad temper."

Ayn Rand said the truth, "I have been patient with you."

From the first meeting to the first meeting in another world, every time, I treat you as a special existence and show my utmost patience.

"Very good." Kami appreciated it. "Then continue to be patient."

Ayn Rand felt a pair of hands pull his belt. "Hello!"

"Don't move around, don't make noise." Kami was extremely dissatisfied, and pressed his head against the wall vigorously. "I hate disobedient people." He was smiling, but there was a chill when he spoke.

Ayn Rand's face was rubbed into the wall, he couldn't keep his composure anymore, this man was serious. "Do you know where this is?"

"If you don't know, would I tell you not to quarrel?" Kami despised him, "You have a pretty face, but you don't have a good brain."

Ayn Rand was thinking, can he hit him now?

"I'll be gentle." He coaxed, "I'm different from those people, but I'm a gentleman."

Ayn Rand gritted his teeth.

In the dark cell, there was only one corner where the sound of breathing was particularly heavy.

The new proclamation of the World God resounds through every remaining world.

After Harlem Haller finished listening, his face was gloomy.

"Harlem." Someone watched him stand up suddenly from his chair. "Where are you going?"

"I have an important thing to do now, I have a class later, anyone of you can help me replace it."

Although he is the god of creation, for some people, he is sometimes just an ordinary teacher. "Is there something so important?"

"Important, I'm going to a certain star."

After the suspension of the world train, he could only go out according to the method a hundred years ago.

Just when he was about to cast his magic, the barrier he arranged outside the world rippled, and someone broke in.

Harlem Haller frowned.

"You don't need to go out, I'm here." World God sat on the bench among the flowers.

There are hundreds of flowers, and he is among them, so beautiful that people dare not look directly at him.

Harlem Haller didn't hesitate and walked towards him directly. "World God, you have destroyed our agreement."

"No, honey, to be honest, I came all the way here just because I was afraid that you might misunderstand this matter." World God spread his hands and smiled brightly. "The world train is not what you asked for, but I gave it on my own initiative, so it's no problem for me to take it back now. Besides, didn't you always want to destroy more third-level worlds as soon as possible? I'm fueling the flames, you You should also thank me."

Harlem Haller walked up to the World God, his brows were furrowed, and he grabbed the World God's collar with one hand.

The world god was lifted up by him, and the situation was still calm.

"What the hell are you thinking?" he asked.

World God found it funny, "If I was really planning something, how could I tell you? This bet has blocked my identity and life, little Harlem, the more you live, the more naive you are."

Harlem Haller gritted his teeth. "You want to create a world god." He guessed.

World God spread his hands, "I didn't say such a thing."

"You're futile!" Harlem Haller let go of his collar.

World God leaned back on the chair and straightened his collar. "How can you be so sure?"

"As the god of the world, I wish two things." Harlem Haller kept it in his heart, because that's what he told himself. "A heart of a god, and the power of an almighty god. Even if you have a heart of a god, the other half of your power has been given to us. Since the death of the first god, your other half The power is not complete."

The World God brushed his hair, and then secretly glanced at Harlem Haller several times. "Honey," he said cheerfully.

Harlem? Haller is still in a state of rage. "Don't call me honey."

"Little Harlem." The World God smiled.

Harlem Haller took a deep breath and slowly returned to his normal appearance.

"I'm really sorry, I can't share my heart with you." World God felt that this was what he did, and he felt the most regrettable thing. "You have never known what love is all your life."

"Compared to love, there are many good things in the world." Harlem lowered his eyelashes and simply sat next to the world god.

World God frowned slightly, and glanced at Harlem Haller next to him, but he couldn't say he was wrong. "But you must not be able to realize that at that time, I would be obsessed with something for a while, and promised you to play a terrible game."

Harlem Haller shot him a sideways look. "I think I know that."

"Oh, tell me." World God was very interested.

Harlem Haller gritted his teeth. "I didn't know it before, but now I understand it. You can control the rules, and you can confirm your victory. That's why you are not afraid to start a war with me."

The World God really felt sad. He held his little heart and shook his head. "Forget it, I've said what I have to say, and I'm going back."

Harlem Haller grabbed his hem.

The World God smiled and looked at his hand.

"That Kaya." Harlem Haller looked at the sky, suddenly felt that he was a little cheeky, so he hesitated to speak. "How can we attack?"

World God thought he was very cheeky, but he was still willing to tell him. "He is the creator god of a loveless world."

"I know."

"Just let him fall in love with you." The World God is fearless.

Harlem Haller blinked, and then blinked again, not understanding at all.

"I'm so nervous. Little Harlem has grown up and is going to learn how to seduce people." World God held his face, stroked his hair, and smiled gratifiedly.

Harlem? If Haller couldn't beat this man, he would have done it immediately.

The action of the world god is like petting a dog. "I am leaving now, bye."

"Hello." Harlem Haller still has questions.

The world god left as soon as he said, and he was no longer in the same place in an instant.

Harlem Haller looked at the air in front of him, he couldn't get angry, and he began to think. "All in all, I want to find a way to contact people in other worlds. I'm afraid this matter is not that simple." Especially to contact my own people who are still conquering the world in other places. They don't know that the train is out of service. After conquering the world, they will There is nowhere else to go.