The ice pick in the heart was pushed deep into it, and the howl that echoed through the room came to an abrupt end. The girl sitting on the top of the cabinet looked at the blood-soaked ice cube and giggled, the blood lingered along the wound, and the girl's promise didn't know if it worked. If the policeman had chosen for himself, I'm afraid he would have inserted that ice cube into his heart without hesitation.

"Not bad, not bad. Not being dominated by that small emotion is the person I need. Any family drama is played for others to see, so that such a person can be used by me. The girl on top of the cabinet threw the zombie's body in her hand, and could no longer hide her smile.

"I didn't kill him, I just fixed his soul and drove out the miscellaneous worm in my father's body by the way. The ice cubes that had already submerged into his body suddenly dissipated all the cold, and the left body was directly touched by the chill emitted by the ice cubes directly to the soul, and the ice cubes on the right turned into a kind of armor and put on his father's weak soul. The smile on the creator god's face gradually faded, and the beautiful face gradually became gloomy. had already written and directed a drama by himself, but in the end, the actor he arranged changed his mind at the end of his life, not only did not perform according to his script, but even changed his script to a mess and humiliated himself as a director.

Standing behind, I laughed to myself, and finally someone had fiddled with this invincible creator god. But I also looked at the creator god opposite, and the wrist of my right hand was ready to be unsheathed. The child still looked at her calmly, a child of half age was so calm and calm, no wonder his father's greatest wish was that he could laugh from the bottom of his heart like a normal child.

"Hmph, yes, yes, that's good. "The creator god floated down from the top of the cabinet and walked towards us step by step, finally stopping at the policeman's side. Her right hand gently patted the top of the policeman's head, and two pale souls floated out of her body. One is the scarlet soul that should be the mad doctor, and the other is the light blue soul that is the appearance of the policeman, who is still unconscious and is being carried by the creator god.

"I'll give you one last chance to kill your father and get a new life. She held the ice cube that had been hovering at the center of her brow in her hand, and the scarlet soul looked at the child with a sinister smile on her face, thanks to the creator god who had pulled his soul up from that icy hell. His soul was sealed in that hell by one hundred and four ice cubes, and it was better for this little ghost's soul not to fall into his own hands, otherwise he would be returned to him by the thousands.

"You have one more option, to be killed by me. "The killing intent of the creator god surged like us in an instant, as if we were pressed by something, and our knees wanted to bend down uncontrollably. It's like a natural worship of her, and we have respect and obedience for her engraved in our bones, whether we want to or not.

"I don't know who you are, but you can't do this to my son. He was already conscious when the creator god forcibly snatched him out of his body, and when she asked her son if he would kill him and be reborn, he saw the resistance in his son's eyes. He hadn't seen that kind of look, but he heard his mother mention it often.

In the end, he is still like himself, and he wants to be a hero, but he never tells his dad. The ice armor on the policeman's body was removed from his body one by one, and one by one he was put on his own children. He turned to look at the creator god by himself, and let her pressure fall on his already weak soul, and he was already a soul under that pressure like a candle in the wind and rain.

"Dad!" the boy watched as the erratic spirit was about to disappear under the pressure, and raised his arm like a thousand pounds of molten iron, trying to snatch the soul from the girl's hand, but under the pressure, his hand was forced back to the ground. He knelt on the ground, and his originally calm eyes also became anxious and remorseful, if his plan was more detailed, if he was more capable, if he.

"You are not to blame for this, and it is not something you should regret. I stood up from the ground with my own hands, the knife in my right hand had begun to deform, and the originally hard blade had begun to deform and bend under the pressure, but I also slowly stood up from one knee with this strength.

The spirit in front of him was cut open like a piece of cheese under that coercion. I walked forward under this pressure, I was so pressed by the pressure in front of me that I couldn't even open my eyes, as if I could already see her, I could see her face clearly, her eyes. With all my strength, I picked up the knife in my hand and slashed at it.

The off-white world turned into color in that instant, and I was swept off and slammed against the wall. I saw the policeman's soul looking at his child tenderly, I saw that the child was finally no longer so calm and heartless, he watched his father's soul disappear in the air, I saw the creator god looking at me viciously.

"Your father will always be your hero, and it is many people like your father who can make our usual world not as chaotic and bloody as it is now. I stared coldly at the creator god in front of me, wiped a handful of blood from the corner of my mouth with my left hand, and my blood bar just now was also constantly bleeding under that coercion, but fortunately, it broke the strange space just now, and we can move freely now.

"Hahaha, hero? running around in such a small country every day, and not even knowing when he will die, can he be called a hero?" The creator god looked at me in embarrassment, looking at the soul that was already close to transparent, and the toys he created were quite fun. Heroes? Heroes are basically dead.

"My dad, he's my hero. The boy struggled to his feet from the ground, with two clear tears on his face, and he said stubbornly as he looked at the soul that was about to disappear. The ice armor on his body had been crushed and broken, and the previous ice ice had basically consumed all his energy, and now he couldn't even condense a Xiaoice cone.

"You're your own hero from now on. The pale blue soul disappeared into the air, and the body around it gradually began to disappear. But unlike the last time I saw the player who died, last time it was a gradual blur of the body, and this time it was like destruction. The memories of the policeman seemed to be gradually passing in my mind, and I had only known him for one day, but it was as if I had never seen him at all.

When we met him on the first floor, it was like we didn't find anything, as if the four of us had come to the hospital alone to figure out what was going on. The memory gradually began to fade away, until the last sentence, I forgot the name of the boy, and the name of the policeman I never remembered from the beginning. The kid next to me was even more clutching his head, desperately trying to keep the few memories of himself and his father, and muttering something.

"Hahahahaha, I'll let you go this time. Crazy, you look at how many people understand that whoever destroys my script will die. The creator god looked at the soul on the left, and the pale red soul knelt directly on the ground and kowtowed frantically, desperately trying to leave his own dog life in front of this queen. As long as she wants to die by herself, there is not even a scum left of her own death.

"Forget it, for the sake of your heart, I will spare your life this time. Her right hand pressed against the top of the soul's head and flicked it slightly. The zombie called Mad was back in that body, and the stiff smile on his face was even more sinister. The memory of that little mouse is still being deleted, and the other few little humans who have no power to fight back are the nourishment for his upgrade. It's good to have a little reason since the awakening of resourcefulness.,I've been able to recover some of my thinking ability before I was alive.,But this little mouse will definitely be tortured by himself.,It's better to die than to die.。

Although Du Ling and Meng Zhuxi didn't know what was happening in front of them, a wall of fire was directly between the madness and us, and Meng Zhuxi gradually entered a stealth state, always ready to compress time to carry out his own assassination. Madness looked at the wall of fire between us, grinning his big mouth and smiling presumptuously, this level of flame can still be lazy to him, the innate ability just now has resisted by himself, are you still afraid of this to get flames from the rage?

His hands passed through the fire curtain, and the white coat on his arm turned directly into ashes, but his hands were not contaminated with Du Ling's flames at all. The scorched black fingers gradually stretched out towards us, my right hand trembled uncontrollably, the impact just now seemed to hurt the right hand again, Meng Zhuxi instantly turned on a triple acceleration, and rushed towards madness like an arrow from the string in the shadows.

"Crazy, I just said to spare their lives, what do you want to do. The voice of the creator god came from the other side of the fire curtain, and the gloomy killing intent pierced the madness. Whether it's a mortal or a zombie she can control, anyone who disobeys her will die. The claws that had been stretched out in the frenzy also stopped in the fire curtain and no longer stretched forward, and there seemed to be no sound on the other side. Du Ling controlled the fire curtain to fall gradually, and the madness standing in front of us no longer had any breath, he still had the same crazy smile as he did just now, but he didn't have any breath. Du Ling lightly touched his fingers, and the madness fell backwards and fell to the ground, turning into a puddle of dead ashes.

The girl who had been transformed into a creator god was gone, and the room was silent, except for the child, still clutching his head, desperately trying to write down something.

"My name is Zhang Yuanhuai, and I want to be a hero like my father. He sobbed, there was not much memory left in his mind about his father, this was the last clue that he used his ability to freeze this memory deep in his mind, and he wanted to become a hero like his father.