The protagonist wants to steal my script again

An Omega appeared in the room of the laws, and this kind of news cannot be concealed for too long anyway. Now those villains who are familiar with this place already know that there is an Omega suddenly beside An Minghui.

The original owner is notorious here, but anyone who can make a name for himself in this place will not be too afraid of him, so in the past few days he has dealt with several people who satirized them guy.

He himself is fine, but Noah, who bears most of the ridicule and malice, may not be in a very good mental state...

This is also unavoidable. Omega is very weak in the eyes of most people, but in the eyes of these villains who can be ruled, Omega is purely a tool to vent their desires, and there is no special other than that. value.

In fact, it is true now, with such frequent estrus frequency, Noah knows that he is no different from a waste, even when faced with such dirty words, he can only stand behind An Minghui, powerless. Looking at the other party with a smile and blocking all insulting words.

Since birth, Noah has never known what it feels like to be powerless.

Just finished another emotional wave, he sat by the window of the tree house and looked through the window to the higher branches outside the house.

There sat an angel, an angel who was good at lying and bewitching.

The wings on the angel's back were slightly folded, and he was holding a delicate and small harp in his arms. His slender and beautiful fingers plucked the melodious sound of music like flowing water on the strings, and he sang a melodious hymn softly in his mouth. With his eyes closed, the expression on his face was always gentle and calm, and the sunlight cast small spots of light on his body through the fine leaves, making this scene look extraordinarily beautiful and dreamy.

Noah is very clear that no matter what kind of posture the other party shows, it is just an illusion used to confuse others.

Those sweet words, those careful cares, those firm guards, those warm embraces are all just illusions created by the other party.

However, perhaps it was too quiet on the throne of God. Now listening to the angel's singing, Noah really felt that the restlessness in his heart had subsided.

What is a god who has lost his godhead and power, in the heart of this angel?Maybe it's a prop that still has value, maybe it's a plaything that can be teased at will.

After spending so much time taking care of him, he probably intends to use this to laugh at him later, to completely trample on the dignity of the so-called god, and to avenge the hatred of the year.

In fact, this is a very uneconomical thing, but Noah still thinks that An Minghui has resentment towards him.

Impossible without hatred.

He looked at the pair of gray wings on the back of the angel expressionlessly, vaguely remembering how white and beautiful those wings used to be, and they would faintly reflect a faint golden luster in the sun, not as dull as they are now.

It was he who personally destroyed all the glory that An Minghui once had, even if it was the other party's own fault.

In fact, there is still a little confusion in Noah's heart, precisely because there is no need for An Minghui to try hard to please him now. After all, he no longer has the ability to kill the other party, and even has to rely on the other party. It's impossible for a cunning angel not to see it.

Gods who have completely lost their divine power and are ignorant of world affairs are worse than ordinary people.

Ever since he discovered that Noah was quite satisfied with his singing voice, An Minghui would often sing a few quiet and melodious songs when the other party was in heat to help the other party calm down. Another new skill opened after the world.

And when he heard a strange tearing sound coming from the room, he stopped abruptly with the singing of the harp, spread his wings and flew into the room to see what happened to his dear Father God.

After entering the room, he saw Noah wearing the new pants he had prepared, standing in front of the basin of clear water he left behind, holding the wet pants that were accidentally torn in his hand.

Judging from this picture alone, An Minghui felt like he was washing his pants, but judging from the characters in the picture, he felt a bit unreal.

Maybe he is the first lucky person in the world to witness the god washing his pants by himself.

"Cough..." He coughed lightly, glanced at Noah's still expressionless handsome face, hoping that he would not hurt the self-esteem of Lord Shenming, "Leave this kind of thing to me, you don't need to do it yourself of."

"Now I am not standing here as a god." Noah replied calmly, his eyes still staring at the torn pants in his hand, as if thinking about how it became like this, "Noah, this is my current identity. "

Since he is not a god, it is necessary for him to learn these things.

"If you are required to do these things, then what is the meaning of my existence?" He smiled and shook his head, only thinking that the god could not swallow this breath, and wanted to do something to prove himself like a child, so he walked on He took the pair of pants that had been sacrificed before, and said softly, "Okay, let's sit down and rest for a while."

Sent aside by his own creation again, Noah quietly looked at the back figure that he had seen countless times these days, and looked at his empty palm, without saying a word.

——Then what is the meaning of my existence?

These words were inexplicably harsh in my ears.

***

Standing in front of Noah as usual, An Ming looked at the opposite dark elf with a dark smile, and there was no hostility in his words:

"Mr. Rhodes, if you really want to establish a good cooperative relationship with me, then please respect Noah."

"Wow, Mr. Canter really cares about an Omega so much?" The dark-skinned elf played with the dagger in his hand, and glanced at the figure covered by the wide wings like a poisonous snake, and then looked at An With a bright face, he stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips, "It's just a toy, what's so special about it? If you put forward your willingness in this regard early, there will be many Beta willing to lie under you."

"Or do you want to try a new flavor, try Alpha?"

"Mr. Rhodes, if you don't say what you want, then I can only treat you as an enemy." An Minghui said calmly without answering the other party's rather obscene words, and a picture appeared in his hand A pure black bow, with an arrow condensed by magic resting on it, seems to fly out at any time.

"Okay, okay, you always like to put on this look, so I'll just say it straight." Rhodes waved his hands wearily, as if he really didn't like that euphemistic and forceful way of speaking, and cast his greedy eyes on Noah, "Although it's not my style, the one behind you looks pretty good. Many people like this kind of wild look. You should know what an Omega represents, not everyone Like you, you can still remain calm in the face of Omega's pheromones, cast him as bait, and when those idiots are seduced by his pheromones, we can easily deal with them."

Rhodes was not the first person to make this suggestion, and An Minghui was no stranger to this, and gave a familiar answer of refusal.

"Don't make a decision so quickly, how do you know that the person behind you won't like to do this? Omega's nature is here, and he will be very happy when he is surrounded by so many Alphas. Don't believe me?" Look at it nonchalantly Smiling, Rhodes seemed to want to prove to him the correctness of what he said, and at the same time as the voice fell, Rhodes' pheromone rushed towards Noah.

The speed of pheromone diffusion is very fast, especially in such a situation of deliberate targeting. Even though An Minghui was vigilant, he failed to stop the spread of Rhodes pheromone in time. When he turned his head, he saw the information from the unfamiliar Alpha Noah, who had always been so aggressive, raised his hand to cover his mouth with a pale face, and even his tall and straight figure was slightly bent down, looking very uncomfortable.

"Noah!"

Thinking that he was forcibly triggered by the pheromone, An Minghui quickly raised his hand to help him, and planned to temporarily mark it again to suppress it.

An extremely shrill and sharp scream from the side interrupted his movements.

Turning his head to look at Rhodes in astonishment, An Minghui saw that the cruel and cruel dark elf had fallen to the ground and curled up into a ball, and was still rolling and screaming in pain, but he had been paying attention to this situation just now. There was neither magic fluctuation nor any trauma, so how could it become like this?

Thinking of this, he had a premonition in his heart out of thin air, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Noah, who was leaning on his arm to keep standing, and then saw those cold eyes with faint golden light. The eyes that can't hold anything are staring at Rhodes at the moment.

On this day, An Minghui just watched Rhodes being tortured in front of him for no reason, and then gradually disappeared into the air as if melting.

To be exact, it was melting from the inside out, gradually disappearing from the internal organs. Just imagining such pain was enough to make his scalp tingle.

An Minghui didn't know what kind of torture it was, let alone what method it was used to achieve it. He only knew that this method of death must be much more miserable than the dragon that was torn in half, and This is Noah's handwriting again.

In the next second, Omega, who was slightly taller than him, raised his arms around his neck under the influence of instinct, and the pheromone that was more violent than ever before drowned him in an instant up.

Suddenly being attacked by pheromones, Noah felt nausea surge up in an instant, and the feeling of being enveloped by the dark elf's breath made him almost vomit, so like a suffocated person seeking oxygen, he subconsciously Go for breaths that ease the nausea.

An Minghui, who was strangled by the neck: Wait, wait a minute, I'm going to be out of breath...