Lord God decides to die

There is nothing in the world, the elf of poetry and prose, a high-level NPC in the world of the main god.

The status of the six art spirits is only under the two emperors of the main gods and humans and ghosts, and they manage a lot of things on a daily basis.Generally speaking, it will not come to the copy that needs to be integrated and restarted.But people who like to play with words always have to go to various places to collect folk songs and enrich their life experience before they can write decent things.

There are many hardships for the literati in the world, and most of them are those who love to die and have a rough life.

This time, as soon as Zixuwu saw Ni Zijiao, he secretly thought something was wrong.

Father God hates being peeped on by acquaintances. These days, he and his colleagues dare not spy on the whereabouts of ghosts and ghosts.

Who would have thought that by such a coincidence, Father God would suddenly become interested in Battle Royale!

Zixu Wuyou was terribly frightened in his heart, still forced a smile on his face, and racked his brains to change the subject: "Not tired, that kid is quite interesting—"

Hearing "that child", Ni Zijiao's smile turned cold.

"I warned you two days ago." He said slowly, "Why don't you go?"

Zixu Wuyou quickly lowered his head, his clothes soaked in cold sweat, and he was filled with fear and grievance.

Yes, warned him.

—and smashed the box of [-] cold medicine on his head.

However, he was playing the role of a statue.Should he run away with a pile of marbles on his back?

"...Did you explain the task you told them?"

"Ah, the God Killing Tournament?" Zixu looked at him blankly, "Father God, are you serious?"

Ni Zijiao's expression changed slightly.

He is a person who hates others to ignore his words.

[Reminder of the Lord God World] [NPC] Zixuwu has 100% locked authority.

[Reminder from the Lord God World] [GM] Zixuwu has 100% locked authority.

Zixu Wuyou suddenly felt heavy all over.All his skills were frozen by Ni Zijiao.A huge rift ripped through the air behind him.In the wisps of mist floating from the cracks, the roar of the ancient dragon can be faintly heard.

[Reminder from the Lord God World] [The hypothesis of the abnormal channel of the world is completed, and the time and space lead to the Keel Plateau]

[Reminder from the Lord God World] [The copy of Dragon Bone Plateau is in the repair period, some ghosts attack indiscriminately, please be careful with NPC]

Ni Zijiao stretched out his hand and pushed him on the shoulder, Zixu Wuyou fell into the world passage unprepared, his screams were instantly swallowed up by the poisonous black mist.

Dragon Bone Plateau is a new world discovered by Ni Zijiao recently. The main designer of the game is a child with advanced secondary illness who likes darkness and muscles. Naturally, the final boss is even more unbelievably strong. If it were the current little classmate Lin Pei, it would cost 1 million yuan. None of them are enough mobs to get between their teeth.

Ni Zijiao himself didn't know if Zixu Wuyou, whose skills were locked, could crawl out of there alive.

However, children who do wrong things will be punished, it is only right and proper.

In the storm that destroyed the world, Ni Zijiao raised his hand and snapped his fingers, a dragon-bearded manta ray covering the sky and the sun appeared out of thin air, lifted the main god, and flew towards the Pantheon.

When Lin Pei was awake, he was lying on a bed.The light was dazzling, and he seemed to be oblivious, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts still stuck in the not-too-distant past.

……Wardrobe……

...in the closet...

I put the things you want in the closet.

These were the last words that Ni Zijiao's puppet whispered into his ear when he was about to die.

Lin Pei walked to the wooden cabinet and stood there for a long time before opening the cabinet.

A button lay on a dry board, but there were no children who liked to scare and play hide-and-seek.

Lin Pei bent down to pick up the button, his pupils shrunk, and tore a piece of clothing off the shelf.

Shoulder width, waist length, neither is the size of a little devil.is his.

The traces of the puppet's existence before its death began to be gradually erased.

He grabbed his clothes, his face was cloudy, but the doorbell rang downstairs.He went downstairs and opened the door, and stood alone at the door.

Lin Pei has seen him.This is the boy who had a good chat with Ni Zijiao before.

"It's you, I'll return the umbrella." The boy smiled, handed him an umbrella, and poked his head out of the room curiously, "Is Xiao Lin Pei here?"

Lin Pei put away the umbrella calmly and nodded, "He's gone out."

"Strange, he doesn't like to play outside very much..." The young man scratched his head in distress, and stretched out his hand to Lin Pei, "Maybe I misremembered. My name is Xia Xin, let's make friends."

Lin Pei held his hand, with a warm smirk on his lips.

"it is good."

Xia Xin lives in a small alley not far from Ni Zijiao's puppet house, and goes to the same middle school as the puppet.After the puppet dropped out of school, Xia Xin was the only little friend who always came to see him.

The process of erasing existence is gradual, and the thicker the traces are, the more difficult it is to eliminate.In the following week, the puppet's diary returned to a blank state, the shoe prints on the wall disappeared, and Lin Pei's photo was replaced on the household registration, medical records, ID card and student ID card in the bedside table.

But for a whole month, Xia Xin came to ask about the whereabouts of "Little Lin Pei" every day, but Lin Pei smiled and perfunctory every time.

At first, Xia Xin was hesitant to speak, but probably because he was restricted by some rules, he never asked. Then, when he rang the doorbell and saw Lin Pei appearing in front of him, he opened his mouth the moment he opened his mouth. But I forgot what I was going to do.

I always feel like I've forgotten something very important...

Until No.30 a day.

"Good morning!" Seeing the boy who opened the door for him, Xia Xin happily waved the racket in his hand, "Going out to play, Xiao Linpei?"

Since then, Lin Pei's new alternate life has officially restarted.

—The coin fell into this hand again.This is a very slender hand, most of the joints are covered with calluses, and the side is stained with traces of various paints, red, ocher, ink, and even the pink that should be in the finger joints can't be seen clearly.The owner of the hand seemed bored and flicked the coin into the air again.

- One up, one down, one up, one down.The owner of the hand was a neat young man.He seemed annoyed and glanced in my direction.

"Stop writing, it's nothing. It's smelly and long."

—Oh, he spoke!The voice is still light and unchanging, and the tone is still clear and untouched by the world, like the elves in those famous books.After he finished speaking, he laughed again, and then stretched out that lovely hand... Alas, why is this arm so long, it makes me feel a little dangerous!

The non-existent notebook was held down by this hand.

"What is cute?" the young man asked with a smile.

Zixu Wuyou thought about it seriously, and jokingly said: "A painter's hands are called cute."

The magic brush Ma Liang, the spirit of painting, is a veritable beautiful boy.Probably because they both belong to the abstract two-dimensional genre, Zixu Wuyou and Ma Liang have always had a good relationship since they became colleagues.

Ma Liang looked at his friend's listless appearance, and asked curiously, "I heard that you were thrown to Dragon Bone Mountain by Father God?"

Hearing this, Zixu Wuyou shook his head hastily, his face was ashamed.

Forget it.

He had just escaped from under the claws of that Picasso-style dropped frame western dragon, and there was only a trace of blood left.Fortunately, their eldest brother Human Emperor happened to pass by, and only then saved his life.

Otherwise, the six elves might lose one seat.

Ni Zijiao leaned on the main seat of the Pantheon.The floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides are inlaid with colorful glazed jewels, standing beside the tall young man, all the colors are dimmed.He tossed his pocket watch and watched his subordinates biting their ears boredly.

He summoned all his direct subordinates.As a result... except for Renhuang who handed him the leave note, only two people arrived.

Based on Ni Zijiao's temper, he would have used a boning knife to shave his subordinates who were passive and sabotaged from head to tail.But just now he received the news that all the members who were not present were trapped at the entrance of the Pantheon Hall by the phantom array of the Ghost Emperor.

The Ghost Emperor is an NPC character created by Ni Zijiao himself. His original character is to play tricks on others.Usually there are people watching, and the ghost emperor is not easy to do it; now that the human emperor is busy, the chicken of the ghost emperor is three feet high, and he doesn't even care about the edge of breaking the law, and directly rushes into the sea of ​​crime.

The character design I made by myself can only be recognized by pinching my nose when I make a crime.

After half an hour, Ni Zijiao got impatient and started discussing the topic.

If more than half of the people absent, the meeting should be canceled as usual.But in the territory of the Lord God, of course he can come as he likes.

He said: "Have you read all the themes this time? Then skip to the voting part."

Zixu Wuyou and Ma Liang looked at each other, stopped talking, and each opened a booklet.

[Prop] Book of Wands

Quality: special

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The topic this time is the tournament that Ni Zijiao and Zixu had talked about before.

After a certain period of time, the Lord God World will send invitation letters to all active players, inviting them to participate in the player championship.Those with the highest ranking will receive generous prizes.

Even Ni Zijiao said that the "rich" prizes will not be shabby.

The event is composed of several parts, which test the players' various abilities, and not all wins and losses are determined by the level of combat.In the past championships, there were mahjong-themed board games, talent show variety shows, and house dance competitions, all of which were eclectic.

Therefore, it is not unusual for a young lady with a delicate body to suddenly gain divine power to conquer the stars and the sea, and to be addicted to two-dimensional dead house epiphany magic to transform the world.

The possibilities are endless.That's what Players Championship is about.

However, the theme and specific content of the event all depend on the mood of the main god.

The theme of this tournament is simple and clear: Defeat the Lord God!

This bold idea was born before Ni Zijiao met Lin Pei.

As the man who can do whatever he wants in the world, he hasn't visited the world of the dead yet.

Although Lin Pei is good in every way, his current strength is still too weak.It is impossible for Ni Zijiao to put all his treasures on him.The world is so big, players with ability and courage are like crucian carp crossing the river, and only the strongest one is worthy of the title of God Slayer.

The issue is too childish and stupid.Therefore, the two NPCs present voted against it.

The result of the vote was to pass the issue.

End of the meeting.Two rows of 21-gun salutes were fired at the same time, and bouquets of gold and silver flowers fell from the air, illuminating the Pantheon as if it were daytime. Canned applause came from nowhere.Under the radiance of joy, the god who sat on the high seat smiled and stood up, clapping his hands to celebrate the successful conclusion of the meeting.

——Ni Zijiao also has the right to vote, and one vote is worth ten.

That is to say, even if all members of the council voted against it, as long as he was happy, he could forcefully pass any issue.

Who made him the Lord God?

capricious.No one dared to bite him yet.