Doomsday Wonderland

"The only soldier?"

Lin San wine crossed her legs and sat on the mattress she had prepared for the stupid big man, surrounded by the ruins of a broken house; staring at the lost **** in front of her, she repeated these words with a cold face.

She had already thought about it. When the torture was over, she immediately took back the mattress. If it wasn’t the last meal or yesterday, she really wanted to punch him on his stomach and told him to eat it. Spit it out.

"Yeah, the only one!" The **** of distraction did not realize that he was in a big trouble now. He patted his thigh and shouted: "Do you know how difficult it is to find a soldier? As a god, I cannot directly create a fallen species. It is up to them to kill themselves in order to create new fallen warriors. But other fallen species have long been occupied by false gods. I found this one by chance...."

"Oh!" Lin Sanjiu interrupted him. "Those I don't care, what the **** are you?"

"I," lost his chin and raised his chin. With his movements, his eyes were like two glass balls, and his bones slid open: "...the only true God in the world, only The only glory."

In this sentence, how many times have you seen Lin Sanjiu, how many times have he heard it?

"The words are unfavorable, but also true God." The gift taunted.

The spirit of losing God is very determined, and it is not affected by this at all, and still carries the chin high.

Lin Sanjiu thought about it and suddenly called out [Nostradamus's card] - quietly absorbed two times in the face of God, the big man still sat there, sucking his nose without any sense.

... sure enough. I don't know which specific **** ruined the world?

"You and those false gods," Lin Sanshui took up the card and changed the way to ask: "Where are all from?"

"If you are willing to be my people, I will tell you." Suddenly, his eyes lowered and the thief smiled. "Now I don't have a warrior. You don't have to worry about becoming a fallen species. Just stay here and give it to me." Give me a statue of a god..."

Lin Sanjiu’s wine exchanged a look with Ji Shanqing—the gift bag immediately frowned and asked softly: “Why do you always remember the image? What is the use of carving?”

"You don't have to worry about this."

"If we don't say it, we will leave. You have neither eaten nor a statue."

Lost God immediately sank his face. If you look closely, you will find that his right face is now with a **** bruise, which is half as high as the left side; this is just when he tried to fight against Lin Sanjiu, he slammed his fists out. - As a god, his combat power is only equivalent to a strong evolutionist, and there is no evolutionary ability.

If Lin Sanjiu really stood up and left, he could not do anything.

"Well," God lost his mouth and finally opened his mouth. He found a step: "When God conceals his identity, you still offer a tribute to God respectfully; at this point, let God The glory shines on you, dispels your ignorance..."

"Let's talk less."

"Yes, it is like this," the big man moved and looked at the two men back and forth: "Whether it is a true **** or a false god, you must ask the people to do idolatry... every time a statue is carved, it is equivalent. I have made a belief concrete; with these gods, as God, I will become stronger and stronger, and my holy light will shine on the earth..."

Ji Shanqing interrupted his self-indulgence: "Is the **** image giving you more power? Then why don't you cut it yourself, and how much you like to carve."

"I haven't been trying it all the time?" Desperately glanced at him, as if he felt that the question was silly. "But no."

"why?"

"It’s not the gods that the people personally carved out. The lack of faith has no effect on me. There is, my hand is stupid."

No, stupid is more than just a hand - this thought slipped from the minds of the two.

Lin Sanjiu glanced at the wood on the ground, and suddenly he raised the idea of ​​trying to sculpt a statue. She looked up and found that the bag was staring at the wood. Obviously he also raised the same curiosity.

"How many gods do you have now?"

I lost my mind and seemed to dislike this question very much: "...no one."

Lin San wine suddenly remembered the statue of the mother **** that was seen in the mountains of the ant city; in contrast, this guy mixed up is a bit shameful - "Why?"

"I originally had several people," said the god, who felt that she didn't say anything. She suddenly blushed and said: "I have stolen from outside... the effect. The result was carved two or three. A god, the pseudo-god that they believed before, rushed over and took away all of my people. If it weren't for me, I would ruin all my gods, maybe the fake **** would attack me..."

"Destroyed his own image?" Lin Sanjiu intentionally led him to say, "What happened?"

"If a **** kills another god, then all the gods of that guy will die, and they will become the victors--a lot of false gods will kill and kill, just to compete for each other's gods." Speaking of this, it seems that I still patted the chest after a little fear: "Fortunately, I responded fast! The guy saw that I didn't have a **** and no one. It was no good to kill me. I quickly left. I don't know later." Why, everyone started calling me a god..."

In other words, it’s not that God doesn’t come to this place. It’s that they are not rare at all. There is no “meat man” or **** in addition to a god. For them, I’m afraid of Lin Sanjiu. The value is much greater than the loss of God.

"Why don't you have a people?" asked the gift pack on the fire.

"I am not the only one!" Distracted God immediately retorted: "There are many false gods without people and territories. They rely on looting and looting to get the gods... I am the true God, I don't bother to do this kind of thing."

Can't do it.

The two looked at each other and still did not say this straight. Lin Sanjiu also asked a few questions about how the world was destroyed, where God came from, and so on. He found that God lost his ignorance of these issues concerning the origin of the world, but he also wanted to be mysterious and wasted her. Less time - she finally lost her patience and went straight to the subject and asked, "How can I kill a god?"

Although the **** of the boss, the words of the boss shrank a little, and the two eyes turned to the other side.

"I don't, don't know. God, how can God die?"

Without concealing his happiness, Lin Sanjiu smiled: "Well, then I will take your hand and see how you will die."

"Wait!" The lost God suddenly remembered the answer he hadn't even known. "How can you treat the true God like this? There is a way to kill a false god, but you have to know that this is not used by me. On the body..."

Lin Sanjiu raised an eyebrow.

"When the pseudo-God power is reduced to the lowest, you can kill them with force." "In addition to destroying their gods, you can also do a lot of gods for me. You may even have to sculpt them. You can also paint them... As a true God, I can't tolerate false gods."

Lin Sanjiu thought about his chin for a while, and suddenly turned his head and said to the gift bag: "You have to dig a handful of mud."

"What?"

"You are going."

Although some cleanliness, the gift package still couldn't resist curiosity, and ran to the creek behind the village, dug a piece of river mud out, and took it back with a broken pot.

Lin Sanjiu did not say a word, released a consciousness, dragged him on the ankle of the gods; pressed one of his hands to the back of his head and slammed, she pressed the face of the gods into the mud. .

"When the mud is dry, this is also a **** image," Lin Sanshui smiled at the muddy face. "Look at your progress in your ability."

The gods opened their mouths and the mud fell on the tongue. For a moment, they did not know whether they should be happy.

After ten minutes, the river mud gradually dried up in the basin.