The protagonist wants to steal my script again

Humans often make the same mistakes over and over again.

An Minghui, who has not been a human being for a long time, realizes that he still has not been able to correct this problem.

It is wrong to have preconceived notions about the protagonist. So far he has stumbled on this issue many times, but when he judged the Supreme God in front of him to be as dangerous as a nuclear bomb, the other party was weak Weakly fell down.

Covering his nose with one hand, and embracing the ex-Supreme God with shortness of breath and weakness in his arms with one arm, he flew over the outskirts of the forest in such an awkward posture, and arrived at the tree house where the original owner lived temporarily.

In this kind of place full of killing and evil, don't think about settling down somewhere to settle down. Not only is it easy to be targeted by the enemy, but it is also very likely to be implicated in a battle by others.

Races that are good at magic are much more convenient in this regard, and it is not difficult to make a temporary residence.

In fact, just covering his nose can't isolate Omega pheromones at all, so An Minghui not only covered his nose while flying, but also used wind magic to disperse the Omega pheromones around him.

He didn't realize that this move not only dilutes the Omega's pheromone, but also blows out his own pheromone more fully, covering his great father god in almost all directions without dead ends.

At this moment, he was sitting outside the tree house, and the wings behind him were folded forward to wrap him inside. Through a wall made of branches and vines, he pinched his nose and asked the gods in the house helplessly: "Are you feeling a little better?"

If this is just an ordinary erotic wave triggered by Alpha pheromone, then it will fade away naturally after waiting for a while, but if it is an estrous wave that heralds the arrival of estrus, then it will be more troublesome.

There was no response as expected, An Minghui sighed, somehow he had the feeling of talking to the thorny student in the class when he was the head teacher, and the other party refused to respond, so he could only continue to talk earnestly. Sing a one-man show.

"If you don't really want to talk about this topic, then talk about something else. After that, you will probably stay between the laws for a while, and I think your identity should not be disclosed, so what should I say?" how to call you?"

As the protagonist is the Supreme God, no one will give him a name, and he has never given himself a name. The protagonist has always been an existence without a name.

But he really didn't want to call the protagonist "Father God" all the time. Somehow, he always felt that this title was not quite right.

What responded to him was an even more turbulent wave of pheromones.

An Minghui wrapped his wings even tighter, almost wrapping himself into a ball of gray feathers, but this couldn't stop the Omega's strong-flavored pheromones from sneaking in through the gaps, blending with his own pheromones. Together they form a very provocative scent.

The smell of pheromones does not represent my personality, but this does not prevent An Minghui from feeling that the pheromones of the gods are inconsistent with my image.

The smell was too strong and sweet. Surrounded by this pheromone, he almost thought that he was in a garden full of flowers at the moment, and all the roses in this garden were planted with a strong fragrance. Charming flowers.

Raising his hand and knocking on his head, he forced himself to concentrate on carefully recalling this knowledge, and then awkwardly knocked on the wall of the wooden house behind him, reminding: "Please relax your body, stabilize your emotions, and don't be too nervous , that might alleviate the situation a bit."

He also knew that what he was saying was almost complete nonsense, after all the god in the room wasn't nervous or anxious at all.

As soon as the voice fell, the pheromone overflowed from the wooden house like a wave, and drifted far away in an instant. An Minghui, who was so dizzy from the smoke, couldn't care about himself at the moment, so he could only use spells in a hurry Control the wind and tightly surround the tree house to prevent these pheromones from floating out and causing greater chaos.

As a result, the pheromone couldn't get out, but he who stayed in the center of the storm felt that his whole body was going to be bad. Even if he pinched himself hard, he couldn't restrain the little brother from standing up with his chest raised.

The current situation is more obvious. His dear Father God has indeed ushered in the estrus period.

The instinct belonging to Alpha urged him to immediately take the Omega in the house for himself, while the rationality and desire to survive belonging to intelligent creatures let him know that he must never obey the orders of instinct.

After fighting between heaven and man for a while, An Minghui finally couldn't help standing up, pushed the door open with a rare and rude force, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, please forgive my offense."

After that, he didn't look at the same person lying on the bed with shortness of breath. He bent down and forced the other person to turn over. He lowered his head and bit the gland on the back of his neck.

Without the consent of the other party, he made a temporary mark on his own initiative, because if this delay continues, something will really happen.

After hastily making a temporary mark, An Minghui hurried out of the house again, sat back in his old place, wrapped himself with his wings, and waited for the pheromone to dissipate.

Temporary marking can temporarily relieve Omega's estrus period, but it will take a certain amount of time, and before that, the two of them can only wait like this.

***

After more than an hour, An Minghui finally felt that the pheromones around him gradually faded, and the strong smell in the tree house no longer continued to emanate, so he wiped off the fine sweat on his forehead, and folded his eyes. Wing got up and went into the house.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Lord Shenming sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at his fingers indifferently, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

"Do you feel better?" He smiled and walked forward, not forgetting to express his condolences.

The god didn't even look at him, just continued to stare at his fingertips, and asked a rare question: "What is this?"

"?" Not quite understanding his question, An Minghui walked a few more steps, and because of the angle, he saw that there seemed to be some transparent liquid on his dear Father God's fingertips, and it was slightly reflective under the light.

His footsteps stopped immediately, as if he had stepped into a minefield, he didn't dare to take another step.

Take a closer look, there is also some liquid left on the bed made of soft grass and vines.

Yes, he remembered that although he was the supreme god, this god was not very keen on creation, and only ten archangels including himself were created by the other party.Or to put it more bluntly, he has no interest in anything, so it's not too surprising that he didn't realize what Omega would secrete under special circumstances for a while.

A god can be omniscient and omnipotent about things on the mainland, but if the god doesn't care subjectively, there's nothing he can do about it.

"This..." His smile was extremely embarrassing, and he tried to use as tactful language as possible to satisfy the other party's curiosity. "It's a liquid that Omega will instinctively secrete under certain circumstances, so it's easy to mark."

"Instinct?" The word was repeated inexplicably. The god seemed to disdain it, and then turned to look at him. There was still no shadow of him in those golden pupils, but there was more than before. Sarcastically, "Didn't your instincts as an Alpha make you mark me?"

"My respect for you far exceeds the influence of instinct on me." Tactfully avoiding this topic, An Minghui took out a set of neatly stacked clothes from the space props he carried with him, and then came to the In front of the god, although there was still a smile on his face, he was still a little uncomfortable, "I think you might need to change your clothes?"

The bed was so wet, he couldn't believe that the god's robe was still dry and clean.

The god didn't speak, so he regarded the other party as acquiescing, so after putting down his clothes, he turned and went out to give the other party time to change clothes alone - before leaving, he left a basin of water in the room so that the other party could clean up by himself.

About 10 minutes later, there was a sound of a heavy object falling in the room, which sounded very similar to the sound of a person falling to the ground.

He opened the door and walked in quickly: "May I ask what happened—"

The rest of the words got stuck in his throat, An Minghui looked in shock at the god who was lying on the ground entangled with a pile of clothes, describing a mess, and finally felt that the last trace of reverence for beings like gods in his heart had been strangled to death up.

"...Let me help you." For the first time, he saw a lively and annoyed look on the god's face, and his eyes turned to the messy hair behind him that was entangled with his clothes , I immediately guessed the reason for this scene, "How about trimming your hair later?"

Such long hair is just too much of a hindrance.

Standing behind the god and patiently freeing the strands of hair from between the clothes, he brought up the topic of the name again as he moved.

He didn't get a response, but fortunately he had gotten used to the temperament of the Supreme God, so he continued: "I am not qualified to name you, so what I said is just a simple suggestion, and it is still up to you whether you accept it or not. to you."

"I'm not good at naming names. What do you think of the name Noah? In some mythological works I've seen, this is a character who once gave mankind a new life. Although it is not a god, it is equally great."

The god didn't feel that he needed to care about this lying fallen angel, and he allowed the other party to speak and act only because his power was still suppressed, and he couldn't take action to solve this defective product with a lot of words for the time being.

Every creature who enters the law will be given a shackle, even if he was once the supreme god is no exception.

The name was meaningless to him, but he didn't want to hear the angel bring up this topic noisily for the third time, so he simply accepted the other party's proposal as dispensable: "That's it."

On the other hand, although An Minghui has achieved his goal, he still feels a bit complicated-it really works with the tongue he used to teach students before, and I really don't know whether this god is difficult to deal with or easy to persuade. .