Lord God decides to die

Sure enough, Ni Zijiao didn't kick Li Xingchen away. ----Fast update, no anti-theft on www.ffbook.cc----

Instead, she gave him a blank look: "Is there anything else you haven't explained?"

After finishing speaking, Ni Zijiao thought about it carefully again, and suddenly realized that Lin Pei's identity was not what it used to be, and speaking to him in such a flat tone seemed to have a bad influence.

So he tried to speak less bluntly.

"I have nothing to tell you. The champion is yours, and the next god is also yours." He paused, and then said, "Do you want to throw a party for you to celebrate the birth of the new god?"

Seeing Lord Lord God's thoughtful appearance, Lin Pei couldn't help laughing, and pinched his face.

It was rare for Ni Zijiao to let him rub.

Pinch it, pinch it, there will be no chance in the future.

He thought happily, feeling that death was beckoning to him, and turned his head to look at Lin Pei expectantly, his eyes were so bright that it made people frightened.

Lin Pei saw through the Lord God's little thoughts at a glance.

"Do you still remember the gift I told you about?" Lin Pei smiled, his eyes flickering, "Should it be counted as charity before I killed you?"

He looked at Li Xingchen who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead: "Lead the way."

Li Xingchen snorted, got up quickly, took out a ghost card, threw it forward, and opened the door leading to the temple.

The surrounding NPCs retreated tacitly.Lin Pei took Ni Zijiao's hand and led him into the temple.

"Look here, doesn't it look familiar?"

Ni Zijiao sneered inwardly.

Does it look familiar? This is a game scene designed by himself.

He squinted his eyes and found that Lin Pei's face was terribly serious, swallowed the sarcastic words that slipped to his lips, and looked at him silently.

Ni Zijiao pondered for a while, followed his words and asked, "Do you think I look familiar?"

Lin Pei walked in front of him, pushed open the door of the temple, and colorful things suspended in the air floated in front of his eyes.

Except for the memory of the past of the Pantheon, the main god is blank, and the rest of the things are clearly remembered.

He looked over, and he had a little impression of every prop floating in the air.

Firearms, bows and arrows, utensils, or harmonica wool ball lamp dolls and other miscellaneous things.These are all objects made by him himself, and they are placed one by one according to the founding time. The closest thing to him is a book.

A chronicle that records major events in the world of the Lord God.At that time, he was afraid that he would suddenly lose his memory as if he was sitting in the Pantheon, so he made this book, but he didn't expect that his memory was amazing, so this book has been left here to collect dust.

And King Guanghan's sword that opened his royal curtain—

And Ma Liang's magic brush——

Since he asked Tacoma to restore and renovate the Magic Mansion, and then donated the mansion to Michelangelo, he never set foot here again.

Lin Pei slowed down his pace consciously, so that the main god who was in memory could keep up with him.

"The lady told me that you use this place as a place to store your memories."

Ni Zijiao nodded, and said casually: "Basically never used. ----Updates quickly, no anti-theft on www.ffbook.cc----"

All the things here, the memory of every item has not fallen from his head from beginning to end.

Originally, he expected to be able to recall the past of the Pantheon, but it turned out to be useless.

Lin Pei turned around and asked coldly: "How did you think of designing Li Xingchen to be schizophrenic so that he would have the illusion of Zhang Xingyue's existence?"

Without hesitation, Ni Zijiao didn't raise his head: "confuse the players and increase the number of suspects."

The specific implementation effect is also good. During the trial period, 50.00% of the players were defeated by Zhang Xingyue's hard-to-eliminate answer, and the previous number one stinking player also fell here.

Lin Pei shook his head; "No."

Ni Zijiao glanced at him suspiciously, and thought for a while: "That's just for fun."

"Nor."

Ni Zijiao kicked him, suddenly angry: "Don't over-interpret, the original author doesn't know about this kind of thing!"

After passing the level, the restrictions on the player have been lifted.Ni Zijiao just kicked forward casually, and Lin Pei just felt a little itchy when he was kicked in the calf.

He was a little helpless with the Lord God's coquettish way of getting angry.

Obviously, he was talking about things with the little devil very seriously.

He pressed his forehead.

"This is the first copy after you cleared your memory. Many of the memories you had before were still engraved in your bones and reflected in the details. You will even subconsciously repeat the actions before you lost your memory." Lin Pei stared at Ni Zijiao , asking word by word, "What do you think Zhang Xingyue is? A ghost? A phantom in the protagonist's mind? Or another symbol?"

Lin Pei could have passed the dungeon more quickly because he learned something.The reason why he spent such a long time here was because he himself wanted to know what he thought of that girl.

Phantom, nothingness, the childhood sweethearts who once held hands, the mosquito blood that was left behind when they grew up, and the white moonlight that they never forget in their hearts.

He was trying to clarify this point.

Lin Pei closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "I can also tell you the identity of the lady before."

Ni Zijiao was angry, and it was rare for him to calm down when he heard this.

Lin Pei asked again: "Do you really want to know?"

Ni Zijiao was about to be driven insane by him: "It's slow, hurry up and say it!"

It's his mother, his sister, his daughter, niece, niece, and granddaughter. He recognizes them all. At worst, he doesn't like it. He threw a knife at him, and this person disappeared from the world.

Lin Pei smiled and looked at him gently: "She is indeed your blood relative. She is part of your memory. You lost her a long time ago."

Ni Zijiao paused and turned to look at him abruptly.

"It was you who locked her in Tacoma's dark-haired maze back then."

Ni Zijiao opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say anything. He looked back at Zhang Xingyue who was leaning against the banyan tree, and tried to recall the long-awaited mood when he made the first copy.

In order to be immersive, game designers always bring themselves into the protagonist.

In Li Xingchen's character, there are many characteristics that belong to him.Bad and good at acting, he likes to deceive players' feelings.

Everything that Li Xingchen saw, the bizarre hospitals, schools, circuses, etc., were the embryonic forms of various dungeons in the Lord God's world from now on.

The six scenes that Li Xingchen experienced——

Not long after Ni Zijiao walked out of the Pantheon, he began to hold the selection of art elves.In fact, the prototype of the six elves has already been formed in his mind. The six sides of the Rubik's Cube represent different types of elves, and the center is himself as a "ghost". However, in the first round of selection, only five elves that met his expectations were found. One who was unwilling to take office was Zhan Weiwei, who was trying to gain fame at that time.

Zhan slipped away in the future, and the seats of the six elves were not filled until Wolfgang was born.

Ni Zijiao's heart began to tremble.

He faintly felt that the matter seemed to be out of his control, but he was inexplicably looking forward to how it would develop next.

Ni Zijiao took a deep breath and glanced at the player: "You already knew."

He had been searching for so long before, but he ignored the wig on Tacoma's shiny head, but Lin Pei's light words made him find the target person.

With Lin Pei's IQ, it is probably impossible to know the inside story.

Lin Pei stared at him deeply.

Not only that.

He knew more than the little devil imagined.

Lin Pei continued to lead Ni Zijiao forward.Walking through the banyan tree is an empty world.It has not had time to load anything here, and it is in the most primitive baby state in the world.

"The reason why you want to die is not because you are bored at all."

He felt his hand tremble.

"I do not want to hear."

Lin Pei held his hand tightly.

"I lifted all the restrictions, you can kill me anytime, anywhere." Lin Pei heard an increasingly dull voice coming from behind him, "I don't want to listen."

"I won't kill you." Lin Pei shook his head, "at least not now."

Such a death is unfair.

If Ni Zijiao really wanted to explore the afterlife, it would be more than enough to find a random player to kill himself. In the past ten years, there have been countless players with absolute strength on the leaderboard, and there is no need to wait from his childhood to now.

So, what did this person want him to do?

This question has been lingering in Lin Pei's mind since the day Lin Pei met Ni Zijiao.

Why is he?

Why just him?

Lin Pei pondered for many years and finally found the answer.

"—You are asking me for help, Lord God."

Ni Zijiao created thousands of worlds and fabricated thousands of NPC characters, but none of them met his inner expectations.Because he was full of confusion about what he wanted.

The bewildered young man was walking boredly in the rain one day, happened to bump into the dying boy, and saw the same thing in the boy's eyes.

"Kill me," he said.

Because of this sentence, Lin Pei has been working hard towards this goal until now, and it was not until recently that he realized the true meaning of that sentence.

He picked up Ni Zijiao's face.

"Tell me again. What exactly do you want?" He said softly, "You said you searched for your own memory, have you really given up now?"

Ni Zijiao raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him in a daze, as if through his eyes, he saw broken fragments from a long time ago.

He really liked those eyes.Because on the day the player woke up from the crystal ball, the light that burst out from these eyes seemed to be a sign that he could see through.

It seems to be wrong, and it seems to be right.

Ni Zijiao began to think back.

His memory begins in the Bloody Temple.

From that time on, Ni Zijiao knew that he was different from others.

He has infinite years, can take infinitely, and can also bestow infinitely.

Why only he can do it?

Ni Zijiao sensitively sensed something was wrong, he took a look at his body, and then, unreasonable fear swept over him.

No organs, no tissues, nothing but a mass of light.

Is he really alive?

Ni Zijiao once thought that such a small matter would not be troublesome, and he also wanted to live well as a living thing.But he tried hard to imitate the appearance and habits of creatures, and lived hard, but found sadly...

It's just a monster.In vain envy and envy those creatures that live and die.

He remembered.

It was because of this that he made Li Xingchen wear a mask.

How can such an ugly person not wear a mask?

Or it wasn't a person at all, not any living thing.

The "ghost" standing behind him is a clown himself!

Ni Zijiao tried to prove his life by dying in various ways, but it was in vain.

Lin Pei pressed his forehead against Ni Zijiao's.

"...Say." The man whispered, "What exactly is your wish?"

The young man looked at him lazily, his pupils flickering with confused and painful water.

"I want to live."

"I want to live as a living thing."

"...I want to be like you, to have life and face death."

Lin Pei quietly looked at the young man for a while, and took his true love into his arms.

"it is good."

Life, I give you.

Death, too, will be given to you by me.

——I will take you to trace the whole life of your life.