god～is～a～gril

Yes, God is a girl

But you didn't tell me that God was a tsundere, grudge-minded little girl

A not-so-friendly exchange was put on the list of traversers by this little brat

But I always felt that I had won this little battle

Don't ask why, just because even after crossing over, the lollipop she cherished still fell into my hands

――Excerpt from "The Traveler's Diary"

This European archaeology is said to have unearthed a famous painting that shocked the world, as a senior treasure thief, oh, no, a great cultural communicator, Gong Song took a flight to Europe. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The treasure thieves of the new century have been collected, and by the time Gong Song arrived at the scene, the personnel of the technical department had already broken through the security facilities on the periphery of the excavation site.

After a brief greeting to the person in charge of the scene, Gong Song changed into his equipment and quickly infiltrated the excavation site.

At 4 o'clock in the morning, the security guard was already dozing off, and after a friendly exchange with the guard dog using the tranquilizer gun, Gong Song successfully arrived at the location marked on the map to preserve the paintings.

There are no special police officers who stand guard 24 hours a day.

There is also no infrared protective net.

There is no 12-lane dongle safe.

The success of the painting this time made Gong Song a little incredulous.

Suspiciously, he took out a glow stick and approached the drawing board, and the face of the senior treasure connoisseur Gong Song suddenly became darker than the bottom of the pot.

Judging by the yellowing of the cardboard and the fading of the paint, it is true that the painting is nearly 500 years old, but what painter have you ever seen who was so bored as to paint a little girl munching on a lollipop!

“oh!my～god!”

Gong Song just wanted to print the sole plate on the intelligence officer's face at the moment. But he never had a chance again, and a dazzling white light emitted from the painting......

The next day, the headline turned into the theft of the famous painting "The~gift~of~god", and the underground treasure market had an additional arrest warrant for the wanted thief "Songshan Zuo Lengzen".

......

It's a white world, and the sky and all around it are a drab milky white.

In this ghost place, Gong Song only felt that he was as small as a speck of dust here. There is no sun and moon, no time, no direction, and I don't know how long I have walked aimlessly.

A small black dot finally appeared in front of him, as if he had discovered a new continent, and Gong Song ran forward excitedly.

It's a little girl.

A cute little girl who looks like a doll.

Looking at Gong Song rushing towards her, the little girl raised her head and waist, with a lollipop in her mouth, and said vaguely: "Mortal, worship me, I will give you blessings." ”

The corners of her mouth twitched, what kind of parents can teach such a tsundere little child, arrogantly snatched the little girl's lollipop, Gong Song touched her little head and said: "It's not good for children to eat too much sugar, what about your parents?"

Stretching out his pink arms and grabbing at his beloved lollipop, this evil mortal actually pressed the top of his noble head, and the distance was too close to reach, "Mortal, take away your dirty hands, or you will regret it." ”

Looking at the little girl's puffing out cheeks, Gong Song only felt angry and funny. The ghost scrambled the lollipop into his mouth.

"Well, it's sweet, it's high-quality. ”

The beloved baby was defiled by mortals, and an unencompassing liquid flowed down the little girl's eye sockets.

"Crying!"

Gong Song felt a deep sense of guilt in his heart, took out a lollipop from his mouth and asked, "Don't cry, or will I give it back to you?"

"Rumble ......"

This heaven and earth suddenly shook violently!

"How so?"

The sudden change stunned Gong Song, the white as jade ground cracked like this, and the sky was like broken glass with countless black cracks.

Looking at the little girl worriedly, Gong Song was completely messy, only to see a light feather growing on her back, and the light condensed into a light feather fell like snow with the flutter.

Standing in the air like this, the little girl's eyes were hazy with tears, but she stubbornly stretched out her pink index finger.

"In the name of God, the judgment is hereby declared, this person is a blasphemer, and since then, he has been disgusted by the spirit of heaven and earth, spurned by the elemental spirits, and exiled to the other world for the rest of his life!"

The language of God is like a heavenly title, Gong Song feels as if he has been forcibly brought into an invisible shackle, and the world in front of him seems to have closed a certain door to him, and everything has become blurred.

"It's not scientific!"

The ground was completely shattered, and Gong Song, who had lost his foothold, fell with the broken stones into the bottomless darkness below......

......

Otherworldly

"Your Lord, it's time to get up. ”

It's the voice of a female tyrannosaurus! Gong Song, who had crossed into the Lord of Winston, jumped out of bed quickly, put on his cumbersome aristocratic clothes, looked in the mirror, and after confirming that there were no mistakes, he opened the door with a formulaic smile: "Dear Claudia, you are still so radiant and beautiful. ”

Claudia, a little girl who was adopted by the previous lord, has now become a picturesque, ******** beauty, and the slightly smaller maid outfit highlights the charm of her proud figure. However, only Winston, who grew up together, knows what kind of violent power lies under such a beautiful appearance.

"Lord Lord, such an exaggerated smile will only reveal your hypocrisy, as a nobleman, you just need to be serious with your subordinates. Also, your hair is not tidied up, and the third button of your shirt is crooked......"

It's another chatter, and although her voice is magnetic and very nice, it's not so nice to repeat it every day.

After some tidying up, Claudia was finally satisfied, and led a tired Winston to the restaurant.

The huge room was empty with only a long dining table and matching chairs and stools, and it is said that a few generations ago there were all kinds of furniture and decorations made of precious wood, but with the loss of several major sources of wealth by other lords, the financial constraints of the territory became increasingly tight, and these things were probably sold out by the previous losers, and by the time Winston was there was no way to sell.

Destined to be a poor lord, Winston sat down in a chair and prepared for dinner.

Soon, Claudia pushed the food cart and placed the plates in front of Winston.

Peel off the dinner cover, and sure enough, it's another omelette.

"Claudia, I don't think I want to be a 'light' boy, would you mind changing my breakfast again?" asked Winston tentatively.

"Click!"

A deep handprint was pinched out of the iron cart pusher, and Claudia said with a smile, "If you don't want to be a boy without balls, you'd better eat it quickly!"

Winston suddenly felt cold underneath and quickly buried himself in the omelette on his plate.