The protagonist wants to steal my script again

Your dad will always be your dad.

An Minghui didn't know who said this sentence first, but he knew that it was probably extremely correct.

Noah can't use magic now, and he has lost the power that belongs to the gods, but he still has a way to make people suffer a painful death.

For magicians on the mainland, the amount of magic power and the amount of magic practice cannot completely determine whether their power is strong. The understanding of laws and spiritual power are the real wealth of a magician.

And within this law, Noah has a near-absolute understanding of the law, and has enough mental power as a channel to take advantage of this.

The previous dark elves were forcibly entered into the level of the world law by Noah with spiritual power, and forcibly erased the existence of the other party.Although the cost of this approach is to consume a lot of mental power and cause a surge of emotions, its deterrent effect is still undeniable.

After another temporary mark, An Minghui pinched his nose with one hand and comforted Noah who was leaning softly in his arms with the other, and said softly: "Okay, okay, I'm fine, close your eyes and take care of yourself." Get some sleep and leave the rest to me."

Consciousness gradually became blurred, Noah subconsciously hugged An Minghui tightly, and his whole body seemed to be soaked in the reassuring and comfortable smell like sunshine.

Every time he showed such a weak and ugly appearance, this angel would gently comfort and take care of him like this, and took care of everything properly, which almost gave him an illusion, as if the angel in front of him who had betrayed the gods was the real one. A truly omnipotent god, while he himself is nothing more than an incompetent man who has lost his power.

An Minghui felt that the protagonist's hands this time were really fierce and weird, especially weird these days.

The former supreme god who really managed to kill people with his thoughts has been keen on doing housework these days.

It's not accurate enough to say that Noah has been keen on anything he can possibly do lately.

Obviously, it is a chore that An Minghui can easily handle with magic, but Noah always tries to use the most primitive method to complete it with his hands, but he has never done this kind of daily chores such as washing and cooking, and instead makes himself Embarrassed.That look is actually kind of funny, but also kind of pathetic.

And those golden pupils that were so arrogant and indifferent that they couldn't hold anything gradually began to reflect something, at least now An Minghui could occasionally see his own shadow in Noah's eyes, and some things were hidden very well. Covert hesitation and extremely subtle fears.

He can also understand this, how powerful he used to be, and after losing all of them, he will feel a corresponding gap, although in his opinion, Noah still cannot be described as weak...

Sitting on a tree branch, An Minghui looked at Noah who was squatting below and tried to start a fire with wood and stones. His eyes wandered for a moment between the face covered with a little dust and the frowning brows, and finally he couldn't bear to look at that Clumsy and clumsy enough to almost scratch his own technique, he jumped down from the tree lightly with one hand supporting the branch under him, took the stone in Noah's hand, and said in a gentle voice: "You have done a good job, go on Come down and give it to me."

He is used to expressing kindness to others, and he is also accustomed to patiently and gently praising and comforting others when they experience setbacks. He just thinks this is a very normal thing, so he didn't notice the sudden wavering eyes of Noah at a certain moment .

After healed the slight scratch on Noah's finger, An Minghui flicked his finger on the pile of firewood to light the flame, turned around and saw Noah looked at the cleaned animal meat next to him, so he decided to find some meat before the other party made a move. Do other things for him.

"Although this kind of request is a little impolite, can you comb my feathers for me?" While talking, he took the raw meat in his hand again and again, put it on the fire and grilled it first, "I haven't taken care of it recently, probably It doesn't look right."

While speaking, he was also thinking about what tools should be given to Noah to comb the feathers, but before he came to a conclusion, he felt a warm hand caressing his wings, and he gently touched his wings with his fingers. Combing each feather little by little.

The angel's wings are quite sensitive, and being touched directly by hand like this will inevitably bring about some weird feelings, but this is a rare job that Noah can do well for the first time, so An Minghui doesn't plan to Shout out.

"what do you want from me?"

Hearing this question suddenly, An Minghui was stunned for a moment, and then asked with a smile, "What schemes can I have?"

Yes, what could he have planned?As long as he thinks about it now, even if he wants to kill Noah, it is not difficult.

"..." I don't know if it's an illusion, but An Minghui felt that the hand that combed the feathers suddenly increased its strength, only to hear the person behind him continue, "Why?"

In order to save the number of times of lying as much as possible, he thought carefully before replying softly: "Because I exist in this world precisely because of you, this is my destiny."

"So please don't force yourself. In my opinion, even a god doesn't have to maintain a perfect image forever. You are already strong enough. What's wrong with relying on your creation once in a while?"

After a moment of silence, Noah said in a deep voice: "Every race that believes in God has a plan."

"I can't deny this." Believers pray for God's protection, and God gains the power of faith, which has always been the case, "I can't change your mind, and I can't force your trust, but it's nothing, as long as you are happy good."

It's good to be happy, other than that, An Minghui has no other extravagant expectations for Noah, as long as he maintains a happy mood and a stable mood, and don't always induce emotional waves or dissolve people with a single disagreement.

Noah couldn't tell which sentence the angel in front of him said was a lie and which sentence was true.The other party makes him unpredictable and always makes him feel anxious.

All races that believe in God have plans.But now he can no longer bestow any blessings or rewards, and there is almost no special value. Although the method of directly eliminating existence with mental power is effective, it consumes too much and cannot be used frequently.

Now his existence is of almost no value to An Minghui, and he even has to depend on the other party to survive.It was the fact that Noah felt anxious and didn't know how to deal with such completely unfamiliar emotions.

"You really don't need to care about those guys' opinions." An Minghui turned over the roasted meat in his hand, and he was very clear about the reason for some of Noah's emotions, "You have done a good job, Omega is just a A temporary label doesn't mean anything."

"Oh, what a kind little angel, worthy of being my best executor."

Hearing this strange and weird voice, An Minghui immediately stood up vigilantly, spread his wings to cover Noah behind him, and stared at the phantom that suddenly appeared in front of him without blinking.

The reason why it is called a phantom is because the other party does not seem to have a fixed form at all, but is in a translucent state, and its appearance is constantly changing, like an old broken TV, sometimes turning into a body. Women in gorgeous dresses sometimes turn into old beggars, sometimes into muscular men, and there are even various inhuman races, and each appearance will not last more than ten seconds.

"Don't look at people like this," the pretty and lovely girl covered her cheeks shyly, her voice became clear and pleasant, "I can't wait to see you in person, how can I care about setting up the appearance?"

Seeing the young girl transform into a wrinkled old man halfway through her speech, An Minghui felt more vigilant, and at the same time, what the other party said made him feel tighter, and asked tentatively, "Are you..." By?

The word that shouldn't exist in this world was eliminated when he said it, but the other party obviously received his meaning, nodded happily, and teleported to him at the same time: "It seems that you intend to protect The guy behind you, but do you really want to be hostile to me? He is not even worthy of discovering my existence now."

After listening to the meaningful words, An Minghui subconsciously turned his head to look at Noah behind him. He really saw that although the other party was staring at the direction where the developer was standing, his eyes were not fully focused, and there was also a hint of innocence in his expression. Confusion and surprise that can be covered up well, obviously it is true that the developer cannot be seen or heard.

"Noah, don't worry about anything, get out of here right away, I'll catch up later—"

Before he finished speaking, he felt an invisible force suddenly entangled him, lifting him into the air in a blink of an eye. The force was like layers of vines or hemp ropes, making him unable to move at all.

The half-demon with dark purple skin and black wings whispered in his ear: "Don't be afraid, I'm just here to release side missions. As long as you kill him, I'll let you go back to your own world."

An Minghui couldn't move, but he could still feel that Noah was still standing where he was, so he wanted to emphasize it again, but was interrupted by the developer before he could speak: "Now is the communication between us. , concentrate on, and ignore irrelevant things."

"Then I refuse." He tried hard to turn his head away, trying to avoid the airflow hitting his earlobe when the developer spoke, "I refuse this task, please stop!"

"Would you stop thinking about it?"

Just when An Minghui was worrying about how to get rid of this inexplicable entanglement, he heard Noah's voice hidden in anger: "No matter who you are, leave now."

"Oh, our protagonist seems to be angry. You are really amazing, you can always make people dizzy." The developer said with interest, and then it was like inviting An Minghui to watch the show together, and the lingering wind haunted him. The power turned him around so that he could see Noah's movements.

The god's golden pupils were filled with icy-cold anger at the moment, and that handsome face, which was almost impossible to belong to a human being, had no expression on it, and was as cold as a doll.

I saw Noah pull out the dagger from his waist and lightly cut his wrist. A little golden blood gushed out of the long and thin wound. With the outflow of this strange blood, An Minghui could clearly feel the pain. At this point, the space suddenly becomes chaotic.

"That's the blood of God." The developer who turned into a giant python hovered in the air, explaining leisurely, "I started to modify the script, but I didn't really change the trajectory here, so these are still existing."

"In fact, even if there is no godhead, a god is still a god. Isn't it a bit ironic from a human point of view?"

"If he dies here, this space and all the creatures inside will be shattered together. This supreme god is threatening me with his own life." The noble woman in a gorgeous long dress fanned the feather in her hand Covering his mouth, he looked at him with a smile, "It's so interesting. God exchanged his own life for the life of a believer. Why? How far do you think he can go?"

"Tell me, if you know that you can't hurt me even if you destroy the entire space, what kind of expression will our arrogant God show?"

The author has something to say: The work diary of the gods:

Loss of strength and ability to survive means loss of value

But he repeatedly endorsed a worthless existence

...Is this also part of a lie or use?

(Blacked out part: Even so...)

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