Lord God decides to die

Ma Liang has known Lord God since he was born.

When he was picked up by the only nurse in that clinic, a delicate bouquet of flowers was sprinkled from the sky, and the golden trumpet covered with ribbons blew the most cheerful tune, and the god sat on his magnificent and magnificent manta ray, as clear as ore. There was a careless pride in his eyes.

He is more intimidating than a fairy who travels around mountains and rivers, and more at ease than an emperor who examines his subjects.Just right and bewitching.

Ma Liang always thought that it was because he saw the god at a glance that he was endowed with the talent of knowing it from birth.

The elf of painting is different from Chang'e, Michelangelo and others. He has no noble origin, but was born in a remote alley corner in the world of the main gods. The most common sound he heard in childhood was the sound made by the market when wine bottles hit the flesh mocking and howling.

His father was a gambler, and the only thing he gambled right was his son's talent in painting. He bought the worst paint for Ma Liang, and took his son to the streets every morning, Draw crude portraits of passers-by to collect money for gambling.

The young painter endured countless sneering eyes every day, as well as the disgusting smell of smoke in the streets and alleys, and was involved in street brawls of punks from time to time, and was bloodied by glass shards and laughing fists.The foundation of the painting spirit was laid down during the rainy days when he was squatting at the street corner looking for the next one to be taken advantage of.

There are times when the money tree does not shake.Whenever Ma Liang refused to paint for his father, the gambler would beat him up in a fit of rage and lock him in a dark and cramped attic.

In the dark, Ma Liang thought of the god he saw for the first time, trembling forward in the chaotic vision, opened his old painting box, and hung the canvas on the moldy wooden board.

At that time, Wolfgang was still sleeping in the stars, singing and dancing in the resplendent Guanghan Palace, Zixu Wuyou was reciting poems while fishing on the river... But Ma Liang was in the dark, using a pen to outline the appearance of the gods.

Even the memory at the first glance, but more than ten years later, only a general impression remains, and the specific picture is shrouded in blurred shadows.

What kind of God did he see?

Probably the scorching summer wind blew across the golden sands, the lazy pharaoh in the pyramid was pillowed on the lap of the maidservant, the reed leaves swayed gently by the long river that had flowed for thousands of years, and the elves at night brought out priceless gems from the bottom of the sea.

There are no windows in the attic, and Ma Liang can only smear on the canvas with a little impression in the pitch-black darkness, depicting the face he saw at the beginning of his life.

It is very easy for Ma Liang to capture the wrinkles and shadows on the faces of pedestrians, but it makes him exhausted to portray that too stunning face in his mind.

After an unknown period of time, Ma Liang put down his brush.Then, a light suddenly shone in the dark attic.

Warm and touching, it reflects the portrait on his canvas that looks like the sun and the moon in his arms, and the figure of another person.

"Well drawn."

At that time, Ni Zijiao, who was traveling in plain clothes, happened to pass by that remote alley.He noticed the unusual believers in the attic, so he walked in curiously to have a look.

The young man stared dumbfounded at the lazily smiling young man leaning against the wall, suspecting that he had already stepped into a dream to see this shadow that haunted him.

After a while, he swallowed his saliva and lowered his head as if he felt that his eyes were too explicit.

"I will paint better." He made a firm promise to God.

Ma Liang fulfilled his promise.

On the stage of selecting art elves, this little-known young man defeated the world-class painters who have been acclaimed for a long time with his unstoppable dark horse posture, and became one of the five elves serving under the seat of the gods.

Ni Zijiao was an old acquaintance with several other elves very early, but he was not familiar with Ma Liang, so after he defeated several popular players and came out on top, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Then raise your glass to congratulate the new member on his arrival.

Ma Liang got the symbol of the art spirit from him——

a pen.

With this pen, he is able to draw anything in the world and make it a tangible reality.

On the day when he became famous overnight, Ma Liang returned to the alley where he lived for many years. His relatives and neighbors were crowded with hypocritical smiles to welcome him.The young man who returned smiled slightly, waved his magic brush, and drew a golden mountain for his father and fellow villagers.

Then, on the way to Jinshan, the young man with an angelic smile drew a roaring river under their feet, and the huge waves drowned out all the hustle and bustle of the world.

It is a tacit secret among the priests of the Pantheon that the art elves look down on each other.But they don't hate each other, because the elves usually do their own thing and don't infringe on the interests of others.Chang'e is a gorgeous transgender person, Zi Wuyou is a conceited and passionate poet, Mi Kai is a gloomy little girl who likes darkness and muscles, Tacoma is a coward hiding in the dark, and Ma Liang is a gentle and beautiful boy.

Ma Liang always kept his position in mind, and walked cautiously on the road he had paved for himself.Even though his nature is not like this, he tried his best to put away his hostility and make his eyebrows and eyes reveal a gentle charm. He traveled around the world of the main god in disguise, painted for NPCs of different classes, and left his own rumors in every corner.

——His Majesty the Elf is really a gentle and kind person.

He tried his best to make himself better, and finally got the favor of the Lord God.

Ke Mikai, that idiot, quietly carved out a boy named Wolfgang while he was favored by God the Father.So now, there are two Ma Liangs in the elves.To make matters worse, as a teenager, Wolfgang had just the right amount of youth and a more refined appearance compared to him.

One day his fear became a reality - Ni Zijiao turned his interested eyes to Wolfgang, and endowed Wolfgang with the status and honor of an elf.

This did not lead to Ma Liang's murderous intent, until one time when the Pantheon Council adjourned, the duplicity-looking handsome boy walked behind him, laughing quietly.

"Poor senior."

Ma Liang was still walking in front of Wolfgang, but the nails in his fists had dug into his palms.

——Don't allow this scum to take his place.

Ni Zijiao guessed correctly, the murderer who dealt with Wolfgang was Ma Liang.Ma Liang is a thoughtful person. Having grown up on the dark side of human nature, he knows how to kill competitors quietly.

Except for the clues provided by the gods watching the show, he demonstrated himself very well without leaving any flaws.

It all started by a coincidence. Ma Liang had previously painted a portrait of Aloysia, the famous beauty with thousands of faces, on Yutuyun, and made her a younger sister with a similar appearance.Coincidentally, at this time, Aloysia's sister and Wolfgang met on a narrow road, and fell in love because of each other's passionate pursuit of art.

As a result, a dark plan took shape in Ma Liang's mind.

Murder with a knife.

"If my guess is correct, you recycle and destroy Aloysia's replacement, and then hide your identity and inform her that her sister has been kidnapped. If you don't want the kidnappers to tear up your ticket, go find the player named Bai Qianshi." Ni Zijiao paused, and moved his fingers casually, "So that you can attack Wolfgang... It's really hard for you to plan so much."

Ma Liang knelt on the ground with his head down, staring at Ni Zijiao's toes, without saying a word.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Ni Zijiao asked, "But now, obviously, I pay more attention to that man named Lin Pei. Wolfgang is already out of date, and you still have murderous intentions for him?"

Ma Liang still didn't speak.

Ni Zijiao laughed: "It's really narrow-minded. I haven't noticed it before."

Ma Liang shook his head, feeling a little stuffy in his throat.

Ma Liang originally planned to let Lin Pei be the scapegoat after assassinating Wolfgang, otherwise he would not have created a coincidence that Lin Pei was there.Of course, he didn't like this player who suddenly appeared in Ni Zijiao's sight.

But Ni Zijiao's attention to Lin Pei surprised him.

Chu Hong is an NPC under his command. He made this NPC with the intention of wearing a mask and playing with the puppet of God the Father.But in the ancient castle that never existed a few months ago, through Chu Hong's eyes, he witnessed a miracle that he thought was impossible.

—— Lin Pei's status in Ni Zijiao's heart is far higher than the sum of all the art spirits, even the two kings of human and ghost are overwhelmed.

It is useless to move that player.That player is God the Father's favorite toy.Ma Liang told himself so.

Just like when he secretly raised his head now, he found that Ni Zijiao didn't look at him, but smiled and looked at the young man who turned on the faucet in the crystal ball and washed the blood on his hands.

"I don't like the current Father God," he said with a sour voice, "You are being used by players, you should be high above you, you shouldn't be like this."

Ni Zijiao seemed to have heard the funny remarks of a childish child, and raised the corners of his lips: "It has something to do with you?"

Ma Liang bowed his head.

In Ma Liang's mind, Ni Zijiao is a belief that cannot make mistakes.

"Now, what do you want to do?" Ni Zijiao leaned down with a smile, lightly patted his shoulder twice, half closed his eyes, and whispered in his ear, "I won't shake this matter out. How about you?" I brought enough joy that Wolfgang couldn't. I pardon you."

Amnesty is useless.

Ma Liang said in his heart.

He thought he could hide it from the eyes of the Lord God, so after the incident, he dragged a few more elves into the water.In that case, he would still be the unique, warm and beautiful painter boy in Ni Zijiao's heart.But he didn't know that at the very beginning, Ni Zijiao saw through his dirty and nasty real side at a glance.

Looking at him with a smile like today, it's like watching a clown's performance.

God's eyes are too bright, shining all over him, making his dark side unavoidable.

He stood up tremblingly, just like searching for a canvas in a dark attic when he was young, took out his paintbrush, and drew a door in front of him.

The gateway to the real world.

Ma Liang lost most of his strength after painting the door.He crawled out the door on all fours, and pointed the sharp pen point at his aorta.

Stab down mercilessly.

Ni Zijiao did not stop him.The moody god just followed Ma Liang out the door, and the raindrops fell on his shoulders, soaking the elf's carcass and quickly dissolving it.

The liquid exuding the aura of sadness and loyalty swirled under the man's feet for a while, and then swam down the sewer along the water flow.

Just like the rule that players will be wiped out when they die in the main god world, all traces of NPCs will be wiped out when they die in the real world.

From now on, there will be no such amazingly talented painter named Ma Liang in the world.

Ni Zijiao stood silently for a while, and suddenly saw a figure walking in front of the dark.

Coincidence or...

Seeing Ni Zijiao appearing in the middle of the road, Lin Pei was a little surprised, stretched out the umbrella in his hand, squeezed his hand, and let out a sigh.

"Cold?"

"It's not cold." He smiled in an unclear manner, "Let's go."