Lord God decides to die

When Ni Zijiao returned to the trial court, he saw the summoned art elves sitting in the lounge playing mahjong leisurely.

Zixu didn't take out a cigarette, Tacoma lighted it up for him tremblingly, the man in ancient costume took a puff, then breathed it out leisurely towards the ceiling, a smoke ring floated above the heads of the four of them.

He rolled his eyelids, shook off the ashes, and said in surprise, "Father God is here."

Ni Zijiao scanned them around and found that these people did not leave a place for Ma Liang who was supposed to come.

We already know.The news is really well-informed.

"Let's go, all the innocent witnesses." He said with a faint smile, "The real culprit has been brought to justice."

Michelangelo raised his eyes and blinked at him, seemingly hesitant to speak, but finally chose to remain silent.

The remaining elves have sensed Ma Liang's death.

At this juncture, Ma Liang died...

And God the Father said again, the real murderer must be punished.

They looked at each other.

Ma Liang can be regarded as an elf who gets along quite well with his colleagues.The person who killed Wolfgang turned out to be him, and several people were quite surprised.

Silent smoke lingered around for a moment, Chang'e was the first to stand up bored, and slipped away in a puff of black mist.Zixu, Mikai and Tacoma also left one after another.

They did have a good relationship with Ma Liang, but that was limited to "good".

It's not in elves style to feel sorry for someone who is dead.

The most sensational trial of this century exploded like a thunderbolt, and then gradually subsided with a forced indifference amidst the cloud of confusion and doubt.

After the jury's discussion, Zhan Future dropped the hammer of the trial and announced the final trial results.

"Player Lin Pei, innocent!"

Gorgeous fireworks were sprinkled over the court, and golden and silver fragments were scattered around the auditorium.Unable to decipher the truth, but at least returned the innocence to the defendant. The audience applauded regretfully and sparsely. The girl Aloysia on the witness stand changed from her usual gentleness and leaned on her with a distraught expression as if she had lost her soul. On the back of the chair, the plaintiff was nowhere to be seen.

The few people who knew what was going on sat high in the shadows in the box. He looked down at the focal point in the center of the courtroom, where the handsome young defendant was standing there, accepting congratulations from all sides with a smirk.

Ma Liang's influence in the world of the main gods will be completely erased within three months, and even Wolfgang's death and Michelangelo's resignation practice will gradually fade in people's minds.Even telling the truth now will make no difference to most people three months from now.

Ni Zijiao put his elbow back on the table.There were three things lying quietly by his hand.

Wolfgang's flower arrow, Michelangelo's carving knife, and Ma Liang's magic brush.

What a formidable person.

All of a sudden, he lost three capable generals.

Ni Zijiao heard the sound of the door opening behind him.Then, a hand fell on his shoulder.

Under the gentle and profound gaze of the young man, Ni Zijiao closed his eyes, and his heart was like seeing the sun through the clouds.

The bewildered and exhausted look at the beginning was indeed a faux pas.

Even if he doesn't know the truth——whether the truth exists or not has nothing to do with this player.

Lin Pei's purpose is to reduce the wings of the Pantheon.

Right now, there are too many people staring at him, and too many people around the little devil.

——Obviously only one of him is needed.

Ni Zijiao opened his eyes and turned to look at him: "What did Zhan Future give you?"

"A small position in the Tribunal." Lin Pei handed a badge to Ni Zijiao, "He said that if you don't mind, you can let me try the NPC position."

Ni Zijiao picked up the silver-gray badge, squeezed it lightly, and burst out laughing.

He had already seen it.Zhan Future is a rare person among his many priests who treats Lin Pei differently.

It is already a great mercy for others not to cause trouble for the player, and Zhan Future can still find ways to smooth things out for him in the future.

Just like this dispensable post of transcript officer...he knew that doing so would never arouse Ni Zijiao's disgust, and at the same time, it would pave the way for Lin Pei in the world of the main gods, allowing him to gain a firm foothold in the future battlefield.

If he is just a player, no matter how powerful Lin Pei is, he is still the most humble citizen in the world of the main gods. But once he serves in the trial court, it is not only a matter of status and reputation, but his life will also be protected by the code.

"Your charisma is really great." Ni Zijiao glanced at him, "Let Ma Liang give you his second favorite pen, and let Zhan Weiwei stand on the opposite side of the NPC for you..."

Lin Pei was silent.

Ni Zijiao tilted his head and frowned.He always felt that even though he and Lin Pei were inseparable recently, he seemed to be getting farther and farther away from this player.

It's like a wall with no end in sight, even if you turn it over, you will only see a chaotic abyss as far as you can see.

He asked, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

"I'm here to fulfill my promise."

The young man lowered his head, and his voice suddenly became extremely soft and low, as if the bone wings of a demon lightly brushed against the edge of the blood moon.

"I give you a reason to live.

"Because of this, I had to force you to revise the script.

"So, I'm sorry."

Lin Pei smiled.

"Perhaps, in this way - when I really kill you, you may be reluctant."

In the dark shadows, God's eyes quietly opened wide.The player continued to whisper a few words in his ear, and then covered his thin shoulders with a coat, caring and considerate like an excellent deacon.

Even though there are only three elves left, Ni Zijiao has never expressed his intention to add new members, which makes the losers who competed for the position of elves all disappointed.

The preliminary competition of the championship finally came to an end a year later, and the dark horse named Lin Pei ranked first with a score of nearly full marks, making almost all the main players know his name.

During this period, Ni Zijiao did not look for him again.

Ni Zijiao is not as nostalgic as others think.After the three elves resigned, he traveled around the world of the main gods, trying to find characters who were as talented as the three to replace them, but found somewhat helplessly——

Those good seedlings were either deprived of the opportunity to continue to engage in related industries due to accidents, or they were found by his good subordinates and killed them in the cradle.

The NPCs in the main god world would never imagine that their elf crowns look glamorous on the outside, but they are actually cowards who are afraid of being replaced.

He could make two or three more puppets with similar abilities, but he managed to kill three of them, and he didn't want to go back to before liberation overnight.

But Lord Lord God is obsessive-compulsive disorder rather than excessive.

After searching everywhere for several years, but still found nothing, Ni Zijiao finally chose to give up and returned to the Pantheon to continue developing his new world.

Sometimes, vacancy is also a kind of perfection.

Fishing is a hobby that has been maintained since my youth in the tens of years.

A bamboo hat, a straw coir raincoat, and a flat boat float on the river, wandering aimlessly in the mountains, as if he has also melted into the painting.

Oh, to draw...

He thought of something, shook his head regretfully, and then fell directly into the river.

——Scared by the sudden appearance of Ni Zijiao.

Ni Zijiao looked at him amusedly as he climbed up from the water.

He remembered that he had stored a puppet in the non-existent world, and it would probably come in handy now.

Zixu wiped his hair clean, and stood up beside God in fear.He is a smart man, knowing what Ni Zijiao came for, he took out an inkstone and threw it into the mirror-like smooth surface of the river.

In an instant, the vast river turned into a dark and chaotic cave, and the boat fell straight down from the center, as if swallowed by a giant monster, and fell into the boundless abyss.

The fierce storm lasted only for a moment, and soon, the two of them were surrounded by strands of auspicious clouds, and cranes could be heard in the distance.

This is a world full of immortals, demons, and demons, independent of the world of the main god.Here, gifted people choose a more solid way of life.

Concentrating on refining the void, seeking longevity.

Before stepping into the world of the Lord God, Zixu Wuyou was once one of the many cultivators.

Zixu Wuyou still remembered the despair he felt when he came to the Pantheon after walking through thousands of ashes, surviving a thousand thunder calamities, and shattering the void.

He didn't see the cloud-shrouded fairyland in the legend. The seniors who had proved the Tao came and went on the cranes. The Qionglou Yuyu in the myth is located at the top of the fairyland. Fine nectar jade liquid.

Nothing, it's all fake.

In the huge golden hall, only the man sitting on the main seat looked at him with great interest, his face was too good-looking.

Just looking at that face, there was a trace of fear from the bottom of my heart.

——Where are the fairies?

—You mean people who dress similarly to you?Well, I know.

The man showed a stunned expression and looked down at him with a kind of pity.

——Some committed suicide, and some went to watch the door for me disheartened.

So Zixuwu went to watch the door for Ni Zijiao in despair, until he defeated all his competitors with his mediocre poetry writing skills and extremely powerful killing skills, and became the elf under the seat of the Lord God.

Zixu Wuyou brought Ni Zijiao to a crystal coffin, where a young man was sleeping quietly.

Because the puppet of the Lord God is too precious, and his original world is used to bloody storms, he can only treasure this puppet in this way.

Ni Zijiao lifted the lid of the coffin, fused the soul with the body of the puppet, sat up from the coffin, and yawned.

Zixu Wuyou looked at the god rubbing his eyes from a distance, and wanted to laugh for no reason.

Sometimes it's scarier than a devil, and sometimes it's like a child who doesn't grow up and likes to lose his temper.

Zixu Wuyou always felt that he was the one who had the most insight into Ni Zijiao's character.But recently, this title seems to be a bit precarious, and there are signs that it will be taken away by a player who broke out halfway.

Ni Zijiao came out of the coffin.

This puppet has the appearance of a classical beauty, with beautiful forehead bones and profound facial features. From any angle, it looks elegant and good-looking. It is dressed in a linen robe, but it is forced to be worn by the young man with a fairy-like charm.It's just that the thin and erect figure looks a little cold, and it feels even colder when he smiles.

When Ni Zijiao lowered his head to straighten his robe, he suddenly remembered something, and turned his head to stare at his subordinates who were standing far away.

Zixu Wuyou's spine shivered from being stared at by the young man's lifeless eyes. Suddenly, he remembered the first time he met his god.

"Well, I know." The god said.

Zixu Wuyou's pupils shrank.

Ni Zijiao squinted his eyes, and smiled leisurely: "You and my little player join forces and count the three of them together——Am I right?"