'Yes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoDepending on the demigods' hobbies, they will choose different deity talents. Ferdinand was cautious, so he chose the most conservative immortal. There are gods who are greedy for fun, and will choose growth talents, and everyone's hobbies are different. The creator God said proudly.

'So Sirisha betrayed, the economy collapsed, my father fell ill and died, and I was forced to succeed to the throne -- all -- ' I pondered and feared.

It was all just Ferdinand's improvisation—he loved wives and young women, and coveted virgins, so I had to tailor for him a poor empress: she loved the young warlord tenderly and infatuatedly, but was compelled to marry the prince, and although she loved it vigorously, she still kept Ferdinand perfect. This should have won me the Newcomer of the Year!, but you're a big disappointment, you're not decisive enough to make people take a woman from your hands without any sense of accomplishment......' The creator god is still complaining in anger that I have gone out and done something imperative. ”

Filia's little face turned pale, and when she saw Frederick with her head down and smiling, she only felt frightened: "What did you do?"

Frederick smiled lightly: "I wrung out a pair of underpants, quietly walked behind the chair of the creator, strangled his neck with his pants, and strangled him for three minutes. Because he lived alone and lacked exercise, he kicked the boxes and cabinets upside down, and he couldn't break free from the shackles around his neck. Frederick touched his stubble triumphantly and smiled with great reverence: "He grabbed his neck in vain with both hands, and kicked the desk a meter away, and then his eyes bulged out, his tongue sticked out two inches long, and saliva dripped onto the back of my hand, and he gradually lost his strength." As I strangled him, I whispered in his ear, 'You desire to kill decisively because you have not experienced cruelty.' Then I took advantage of his last breath and wrenched his neck, found a saw, sawed off God's head and locked it, pierced his heart with a stick, made sure he could not be resurrected, and deleted the words on the typewriter. ”

"The words on the typewriter?" Fillia couldn't keep up with the train of thought.

"The details of my crucifixion were clearly described on his typewriter, and I had seen it a long time ago, but I didn't say it, because I was probably sure that he probably relied on that typewriter to write my fate. So after observing how he used the typewriter, I strangled him, deleted the contents of the typewriter in the same way, smashed the typewriter, and teleported it back with the rest of the force. Sure enough, because the crucified episode was deleted, after returning from teleportation, my physical strength returned to full capacity, and I struggled to pull out the sword that pinned me, and used the power of the Law Field to kill nine fearless knights and pick up my second life. Frederick turned his head to look at the rain outside the window, obviously worried, but pretending to be disdainful: "The creator god is nothing more than that." The fool wanted me to do what he wanted, but he didn't think that if I got his wish, he would have to face a ruthless devil. ”

Frederick's wine turned into a cold sweat, and he lowered his eyelids and raised his hand to pick his nails: "So the creator god is a fool, and the demigod who came to us is a dangerous fool." They want me to be cold-blooded and ruthless, and I will do what he wants. When I strangled the creator god, I also killed the boy in my heart and became a man. I will no longer seek relief from death, for I will give death to those perverted demigods. ”

Philia stared at Frederick in horror and looked at his weightless expression: "So you strangled the God of Creation!

"But I must kill him!" Frederick suddenly roared, gritting his teeth in anger and muttering, "Do you know what I saw on the typewriter? I asked the creator God why this was the case? He told me that beautiful things are like coal, they glow when they are destroyed, so beautiful things are meant to be destroyed for people to see. At that moment, my heart was like a knife! He took Elena first, and then he was going to trample on you? I will never allow that kind of script!"

Philia was stunned.

Frederick was furious, and he raised his head frantically and "cooed, cooed" several sips of bourbon, when he suddenly choked, coughed and bent over, pressed the back of his hand to his lips, and then slammed the bottle on the table, gasping and muttering: "That line of printing makes me unable to think." I rubbed his panties in fear, thinking about your voice and smile in a panic, and finally realized that there was no room for mediation between me and the creator god - I approached the desk like a walking dead and strangled him, and when I killed him, my mind went blank and my heart was full of peace, because I kept staring at the passages on the fluorescent screen, and the harsh letters constantly inspired me: decisive killing is a sharp choice between 'protection' and 'submission'. Your fate is too spicy, so I chose to kill the gods. ”

Philia staggered to her feet, staggered around, sat down on his left hand side, frowned and shook his arm nervously: "What fate did the creator god arrange for me?

Frederick remembered the passage about Philia:

She squinted her eyes and tried to push the man away, but her weak arm kept being pulled away. Her hot body only had the strength to writhe, and her hazy gaze was full of misty desire. When Filia realized the function of the medicine, she stored up tears of regret, but little Breschroeder scraped her bulging breasts through her shirt, and the pleasure made her cry out coquettishly, and when she couldn't help it, the tears finally rolled into the pillow. Her soul floated in the air as if drunk, staring coldly at the beautiful flesh depraved into the climax of the medicine. ”

Every time I thought about this fate, Frederick's head hurt like a pinprick. He closed his eyes and shook his head, gritted his teeth, and said, "I don't remember...... After I killed the creator god, I immediately deleted all the passages about you. Hopefully, this will give us our freedom, because our fate must be decided for ourselves, not in the hands of a piece of paper, to a beast. ”

Filia was destined to be framed by the Breschroeder family with a medicature. This kind of well-written future was completely unacceptable to Frederick.

And Frederick did not think that there was any consequence of murdering the creator god, because the creator god was sloppy, down-and-out, greedy, and childish. Frederick even saw a handwritten graffiti of the creator god on his desk:

"Some people read like they fall in love, chasing the throbbing of their souls, and some people read like prostitutes, just to be cool. My goal is a generation of famous prostitutes. ”

There would be no consequences for killing such a vulgar creator god, right? Frederick comforted himself.

Filia ignored all the grotesque and bizarre grooves, and instead looked at him intently, frowning and pursing, and her attention was devoted to jealousy: "Damn! You saw my fate written by the gods, but you turned your head and forgot about it? )