The plane built by the main god has been drained of energy, and there is not much left of the continuous collapse, and the world that has staged all kinds of joys and sorrows dedicated to the death of the vicious female partner has turned into pieces of charred paper ash and completely disappeared.

What could be more terrible than the end times?

Vary.

In the eyes of the main god Ling Hao, his safety is the most important thing.

Sacrifice everything.

World...

No, if he dies, what's the use of leaving the plane alone, to make wedding dresses for others? Hundreds of years later, there was a poor girl who coincidentally got the medium space wrapped in black dirt, and then he pretended to be a ring spirit and polished a super heroine in a vain attempt to take it?

Don't make jokes.

Isn't it good to do your best to get a glimmer of life and create brilliance again?

Delay so much time to play and cultivate...

Scold!

Haven't you heard a word? Church apprentices, starve masters.

It's better to take advantage of her weakness and kill her!

It's not interesting to live, but is it interesting to watch other people's wonderful lives?

What a god's love for garbage!

The strength of the main god Ling Hao skyrocketed, and the huge energy repaired his leaky body, and it was finally not so embarrassing and dangerous.

Raising his hands and feet, the gray shadow dissipated most of it.

The ghosts were timid, and unconsciously retreated behind the eldest brother.

Open Heaven Axe: ...

Anyway, it also wants to find a big brother.

"Lao Tie!"

The atmosphere was tense and the situation was on the verge of breaking out, and no one noticed that out of a door with no number came a beautiful woman in a red dress, clutching an antique and huge desktop computer that did not match her fair and slender fingers at all.

was struggling to think about how to deal with the fat man's Open Sky Axe when he heard this unfamiliar roar, and before he could react, he reflexively turned to the side behind him, and saw a black bump flying in front of him.

It's: it

Catch it immediately.

Along the way, he threw it hard to the place where the fat man was standing not far away.

Ling Hao: ...

He really didn't react.

It was only two seconds between that roar and the computer smashing him in the face.

Bang!

Bang knock!

Even though it was fully charged, the main god who had not made any preparations was still smashed beyond recognition by an old-fashioned and thick desktop.

The body slammed against the wall.

Meng You: "Rush! ”

With her voice, the Open Heaven Axe had already slashed into the fat man's shoulder.

Countless younger brothers followed, grinning and dancing their claws to pounce on the creator god who was surging black gas out of his shoulders on the wall.

Black gas fills the air.

New hatred and old hatred in one...

Ling Hao resisted frantically, and a black bump in a red wedding dress that the young lady in her hand could no longer tell that it was a computer smashed into his body and head.

New wounds have not healed, and old wounds have been added.

I don't know why, the computer hurt him unequivocally.

How so?

emmm

It's like smashing an ordinary person with a desktop.

Meng He was able to penetrate the computer screen to enter this strange space with countless doors, which showed that the old antique was something extraordinary.

Outnumbered 'crowd + one computer'.

Soon, the fat god who created a plane died out.

His clothes were torn into strips of cloth, and his whole body was covered with deep and shallow wounds, large and small, and although there was no blood, the wounds were torn into lace.

The point is, he lost weight...

The kind that doesn't bounce back.

The plump and sturdy body, which had been round into a ball, became skinny, and the broken skin was clinging to the skeleton, and the shape of the joints was clearly visible.

Like, that's what it is.

In the dimly lit hallway, countless gray shadows floated and huddled together, their heads all pointing at one place, where a thin corpse was decomposing, quickly turning black and rotting and vanishing.

The Lord God is dead.

The gray shadows also gradually dispersed, and faintly saw a familiar fat face turn away.

Without an owner, the few remaining small worlds have also turned into ashes.

in the hallway.

It's unusually quiet.

If the axe and goblin could breathe, there must be a huge gasp at this time.

Excited, nervous, joyful, unbelievable...

Soon, a weak voice asked, "Is he really dead?" ”

Meng He nodded, "Visually." ”

The floor shook beneath his feet, the doors flapped wildly between the walls and frames, and stone dust fell from the ceiling overhead.

Yes, it's going to collapse.

Also.

The two masters of this space are dead, and without support and energy sources, they will quickly disappear like planes.

The goblins could not speak, and could only acquiesce in silence.

Meng He spoke: "Go back to your own home." ”

Without the control of the main god or something, at the last second of the collapse of the space, all the surviving occupants and Meng He disappeared.

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On the pitch-black sky, a cluster of white stars is particularly mysterious and beautiful.

The woman in the ice-blue floor-length dress sat at the stone table, with clusters of flowers on top of her head and a golden bowl of white stamens, she took a sip of tea, sighed with satisfaction, and finally came back.

"This tea is good, you can taste it."

The thousand-year-old snow fruit of Yunjing Mountain has a concentrating effect, which is not unusual, Meng He still loves its taste, and the light aroma is sweet.

She hates bitterness, she hates suffering!

Opposite, a young woman in a blue and white striped hospital gown sat upright, pursed her lips, and after a while stretched out her hand to hold the porcelain cup tremblingly, and the warm feeling spread from the cup to the palm of her hand.

Nice, so warm...

If you hold it all the time, won't you feel cold?

Meng He rolled his eyes, thought too much, and ordered, "Drink." ”

Gu Youyou held the porcelain cup to her mouth and took a sip of the cow drink, in fact, she prefers to drink slightly bitter tea. I just don't know how I can't control the act of swallowing.

Is...

Embarrassed.

Anyway, she is also according to the etiquette cultivated by standard ladies.

"You know it." Meng He said.

Gu Youyou was stunned for a moment, then reacted, lowered his eyes and nodded slightly.

Know.

How can you not know.

At the beginning, she hoped to completely break away from the Gu family and achieve her own freedom, and Daxian asked her if she wanted to continue her life in the future.

She refused.

Some people love life, and some people don't want to live after the pain.

Cowardly, cowardly...

Everyone has their own choice.

Although Daisen left her here, he gave her a TV set for real-time monitoring. So, she saw all the truth.

What a bloody dog!

She's a living person, but she's just a paper person? is also a vicious female partner!

Kill the dog!

Forget it...

It's not interesting... But Daxian did a really good job!

Bah!

Makes you look down on paper people! Let you kill the paper man!

Meng He looked at the bitter master who was so angry that he couldn't do it, and smiled, "I've already helped you fulfill your wish, so shouldn't you pay for it?" ”

Gu Youyou waved his hand without hesitation, "Take it, I don't want it anyway, when people are tired, all kinds of conspiracies and calculations, I hope that Lord Hades will look at me for the sake of a paper man with a tragic fate, and let me be a flower, grass and stone in the next life." ”

"Huh?"

"In other words, will a vicious female partner like me who exists in the book really have an afterlife?"

......

Meng and Facewood: Noise!

Looking at the fragments of her soul that had been separated from Gu Youyou's soul, although she had fulfilled her wish, she still had an unlucky blackness, her lips pursed, and she poured the fragments into the pale green tea in the white porcelain cup.

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Extra

Ling Hao

Ling Hao is a dirty house, his parents died early, and he grew up with his grandmother.

When he was in college, his grandmother died, and the whole world, he was completely alone.

The only relative died, and Ling Hao, who had just faded into great grief and fear, and maybe had an ordinary life, came out of the Internet.

Play games, chase dramas, go to the post bar...

I was addicted to it.

The addiction to the internet lasted until I graduated from college.

Although he made a little money by playing games, he was still poor. Ling Hao shared a room with his buddy in the bedroom next door.

That's right, it's one.

I bought two single beds and moved in.

Two like-minded people living together, one can imagine what it would be like.

Not...

In fact, the process of the tragedy is almost the same as what Chen Qian said, but he panicked on the culprit, and he should be replaced.

Both died.

Both lived.

Ling Hao's soul was sucked away by the computer screen, and when he came to his senses, he was already a part of the main god, and became the source of the main god's energy.

He didn't want to.

If you die, you should also have peace of mind.

But he couldn't do anything about it, and so did the other souls around him.

I had to accept my fate.

Slowly, in the passage of time, he forgot about himself.

He saw the Lord's deified form, a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, and the appearance of lying in front of the computer...

He couldn't remember.

Later, another person appeared.

The newcomer wears glasses, a white shirt, black suit pants, and casual leather shoes, tall and thin, but his body is half as narrow as the main god.

The thin man was obviously very interested in the main god's ability to build a real small world, and vetoed many of the main god's previous ideas.

Think that's rubbish!

The main god compromised at first, but later found out that the thin man's purpose was to steal his BUG, and the two had a big quarrel and fell out.

And later...

And later...

One day, a girl came out of the computer that the Lord God was used to.

Ling Hao was finally freed.

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Meng He started the second task, but there seemed to be something wrong with the place where she docked, a sea of blood-red corpses was churning, where is this?

Wearing the wrong one?